Content Warning

This work of fiction contains extreme violence, sexual assault, coercion, and other disturbing themes. It is intended for mature audiences only.

Author’s Note

This is a work of fiction written from the perspective of an unreliable narrator. The views and actions depicted do not reflect my own. The story intentionally explores brutality and moral collapse without endorsement.

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Jalen:

A feeling of warmth ran across my heart as his rough hands trailed up my biceps, racing towards the pulsating vein in my neck.

‘I could stay here forever.’ Jalen whispered in my head, far too afraid to speak those words to outloud.

My body shivered as his lips tenderly embraced mine just as my shoulder blades met the cool, bumpy surface of the white wall. There was nowhere to go, not that I would; we had been here many times. In this very position, and we both knew that this is where we always wanted to be. In each other's grasp, at least that's how he made me feel.

Intertwined in passion, ravishing each other, until there was an emptiness that overcame me when he took a step back, releasing me from my euphoric moment. Denard lifted his shirts and threw to the side, relieving his impressively toned physique. He flashed me with his infamous smile, the one that got me here the first, the very one that finalized his impeccable face. I melted right into his triceps and he carried me over to his bed.

Both our bodies descended into his pillow-soft mattress, I noticed his grip tightening against my skin as I loosened myself within his arms. I gazed up at him in a trance, as our noses tapped and his choppers playfully tugged at my lower lip. Once again he pulled away from me, seemingly trying to pull my lip with him.

“Owww.” I quipped and he teasingly snickered.

Denard leaned up, resting back on his knees, letting his fingers wander down my chest, and across my stomach. His hand stopped and rested at my button. His finger started up again, fiddling at the latched button, which was one thing that was preventing him from getting into where he wanted to go. He quickly began to unbutton my jeans, easily yanking them down and past my feet. Tossing them somewhere across his room, before crawling back between my spreading legs; sneaking a quick kiss to my lips, cheek, and onto nuzzling my ear.

"Awe man, I miss you. I miss this, us.” He admitted very softly in my ear, his breath tickling my earlobe, as he continued on with his confession. “I'm so glad you're back bae. I really am."

He took this time to remove his slacks, and to my surprise he had no underwear on. Which caused me to pause but I didn’t want to interrupt the mood. So I pushed on and soon found him pushing his way inside me. I gritted my teeth, with my eyes clutched tight. It has been a while since I had been with him and he wasn’t someone that was easy to take.

He pressed his way inside me, tunneling his way up near my tummy, causing me to wrap my limbs around him and clasp him tight.

“You've been saving this shit for me.” He growled, while rocking himself deeper.

“Mmmh Hmm.” I lied, in a pout.

And Denard leaned up and brought his face into mine, glaring intensely in my eyes, as though he was attempting to read my soul. Then there I laid; still , staring lovingly and lost right back into his.

“I knew you would.” He said, deep his voice tearing through the silence. “I knew you would.” He repeated, his eyes welling up with water.

I had been away at college, this was my first day back in town in almost 8 months. I told Denard before I left that I would wait for him.

His hips shifted forward between my muscular thighs, replenishing my bowels and rocking the bed we tussled around in. Denard cuffed my legs back, hugging them against my side while he rose and descended into my body; drilling long, crawling, spine tingling, thrust into my tight, yet tender bud. He only performed this feat a couple more times before he was grunting and shivering in my face.

Repeating to me, “I love you Jalen.” As sweat formed on his brow. I pulled him in close, rolling my hips hard against his pubic hair, surely napping them up. Trying to feel every bit of dick he was blessed with as he released himself into the crevice between my cheeks.

“Ughhh!” He roared as his body stiffened and his hand suddenly latched and tightened around my neck. I could feel the muscle in his dick, pulsating inside me and his chest rising and lower in a desperate attempt to flush his lungs with air.

Only for him to leap up off of me and onto his feet, right next to the bed. He was so fucking sexy to me, stand there with his half hard meat, dangling from that black patch of hair; everything about him made my booty twitch.

"Get up before my wife comes home and see you all opened up on our bed." He told me, sounding as though he was joking but I knew he wasn't. Denard walked around the room, collecting our clothes, and gently tossing me my various pieces as he retrieved them, on to the bed.

“Get up na, this dick aint got you that weak.” He howled.

With that command I obeyed. I rolled and wiggled my way out of their deep bed, placing my feet on the floor right in front of his.

“Put your clothes on.” Denard demanded, slapping me on my ample ass.

“You're going to make me want more.” He confessed.

"Come here, I can bless him with more.” I told him, running my hand down the length of his flaccid dick.

Squeezing and stroking it with one hand, while the other one tumbled his sack around between my knuckles. He chuckled as I started to walk off towards the exit of their bedroom. I sucked my teeth and rolled my eyes but I turned back and helped him.

“Jalen… no.” He said, trying to stop me.

I dropped down in front of him on my knees, and looked up at him, trying to catch his line of sight, but he lifted his head up to the ceiling with an attempt to lift me from my knees.

Denard:

I couldn't look down, I couldn't look into his big brown eyes and get locked in. This man knew my weakness and it was him.

‘He’s toying with me.’ I said to myself.

My eyes pulled close so tight, my eyelids creased and I kept my head pointing to the sky.

That's until I felt my knee buckle and I nearly lost my balance when I felt a rush of warmth shoot up my spine.

I stood there tall and stupefied at the wave of pure bliss that rippled up through my body.

His warm, soft, unmanageable tongue swirled and traced its way down my length of dick until his bottom lip softly rested against my scrotum. The way he flung his skull between my thighs, had my legs feeling like jello but I had to pull him away, my woman was on the way. I couldn’t get caught like this, and not with him.

I stopped his head from flinging, gripping him into a head lock then tapped him on the cheek.

“Open up. Open up!” I commanded. “Yeah let me in.” I told him.

I gleamed as his eyes extended to the max, in the same manner as I was by delving into his throat; slob and sputum leaked from the creases of his lips and I continued to step further into his face.

“Uh fuck.” I coo'd.

“I miss you baby. I miss this mouth.” I confessed, my body folded around his head, as I humped his face like a puppy would a pillow.

Jalen patted me violently, but I didn't feel like he needed to breathe until I found the time acceptable. I pumped into his mouth for a couple more seconds before I moonwalked out of his throat, with a thick layer of slob, pulling and trailing from his lips. I nearly reversed back in.

I knew I couldn’t, She should be home soon, he had to get out of here.

He was hunched over, hacking and coughing up spit when I told him, “You gotta get outta here before she comes home.”

He looked up at me from the floor, the look wasn’t nice.

"Don't be giving me attitude. You know what happens when you are disobedient." I warned him.

Jalen:

I knew and I wanted it, and he very well knew I craved it.

"I can see it on your face, you would love that. Get out of my room, Jalen." He laughed pointing at the bedroom door.

With that said, I got up on my feet and collected my things and I pranced off back to my bedroom, throwing my pile of clothes in the bin and walking to my closet in search of a towel. There were none, so I returned back to the master bedroom and asked Denard for one.

“Where’s your clothes man?” He asked me.

I ignored his question and replied to him with one of my own. “You have a towel?”

He sneered at me, and his half dressed ass walked into his bathroom and reappeared with a towel that he threw across the room at me.

“I’m not coming near you.” He said casually and I understood.

I backed out of the room all the way to the bathroom, quickly turning on the water and jumping in the shower right as I heard the front door open, and I heard a voice yelling throughout the house.

“Denard!”

I then knew it was about time for me to get ready for this reunion, which I wanted to be a quick one. My friend Rubin wanted to see me, since I was back in town.

I brushed my teeth as the water cascaded over my body then cleaned my body, then got out, so I could retreat to my room to put on something to wear. Not before long, my phone lit up with a text message from Rubin, letting me know he was outside waiting for me.

I threw on my fit and rushed out the front door, sneaking out before his wife could see that I was there.

Denard:

I looked up from the counter to see Jalen exiting the front door, I started to yell out for him but then I realized my wife hadn’t seen him yet and that it was probably best not too.

Immediately I reached for my phone to text him to find out where he was running off too but I glanced over at my wife cutting veggies for dinner and didn't want to alert her to anything, so I calmed my curiosity and helped her prepare dinner. My mind paced, because that definitely wasn't like him to run out like that.

“Bae are you ok?” I heard snapping me out of deep thought.

“Huh?” I blurted out.

“I was asking are you ok? I’ve been calling you out to you for a minute.” She iterated.

“I'm sorry babe, my mind was elsewhere. You have my full attention.” I expressed, before I walked over and gave her a kiss on the cheek.

That's when she started to talk, and talk, and talk. Starting with her day from morning to the moment she walked into our home. My mind struggles to focus on the words flowing from her mouth, when all I could manage to think about was the fact that Jalen crept his way out the house. I was too curious to pay attention to what my wife was talking about.

Towards the end I managed to rid my mind of the speculation that started to wander in. I decided to focus on my wife, as she began to start on dinner. I helped.

Jalen:

I closed the door behind me and walked up to Rubin's car, and he rolled down the window as I advanced down the walkway. He was smiling so hard, my whole trip to his car. I opened the door and sat inside, "Hello." I said softly, trying to play shy as I closed the car door.

"What's up stranger?" He said, still sitting parked in front of my house.

"Rubin you're the stranger, I'm surprised I got blessed with your time now." I told him as he pulled off down the street. I must admit he was looking quite fine but I couldn't even begin to think like that. Denard would kill me if I ever let that happen.

Again.

He is so protective over me, and I wouldn't want to hurt him or his heart.

“Why are you over there so quiet?” Rubin asked, interrupting my thoughts.

“Just thinking, “ I said, then smiled.

“About?” He pushed?

“Where are we going to eat?” I said, coming up with an answer off the top of my head.

He gave me a look as though he knew that was a made up answer.

Following that, Rubin asked me about school, and how that was going.

“School is good, I'm still getting used to the culture of it all, and I'm finally starting to get to know people.” I told him.

“You have a roommate?” He inquired, cutting his eye over at me before refocusing his eyes on the road.

I simply said, “Yes.” I didn't want to go into more details. I had my reasons.

“Cool.” He responded, adjusting his hand on the steering wheel before following up with, “He knows you like dick?”

My face immediately scrounged up, and I jerked my head away from him, before turning and looking square in his face.

“Like dick! Man, I don't like dick!” I yelled out.

He mockingly replied, “You do like dick. I remember.”

I rolled my eyes and looked out the window, resting my chin in my hand.

“What? What happened? You forgot?” He asked, poking in my side.

“Remember I used to do this to you, but on the inside.” He laughed as I smacked his hand away.

“Ru, stop playing with me, bro” I demanded, but those words meant nothing to him as he continued to pick and pride at me.

“Oh you mad? Are you mad at me? You weren't mad when I used to poke them guts.” He stated, and I nearly cracked a smile.

“We used to be on the bottom bunk, the metal squeaking all loud and shit.” Rubin joked.

A smile reluctantly walked across my face, and I immediately covered it with my hand before explaining to him, “That was once and a very long time ago.”

“Was it really? Who is digging in there now? You know I'm jealous.” He says looking over at me with an inquisitive smile turning up the corners of his mouth.

I quickly tried to change the subject.

“What about you? How have you been? What have you been up to since I last saw you?” I questioned, leaning over on his arm rest and looking into his dark brown eyes.

A smile quickly appeared on his face as we sat at the stop light. He tapped me on the top of my nose and playfully said, “Thinking about you.”

I sucked my teeth and waved him away. “Man for real, what have you been up to? I haven't seen you since before you went off to the military.”

“Why are you all over here, Bro?” He asked me jokingly.

“Fuck all that, what you been up too?” I asked him, trying to steer the conversation in another way.

“Same shit, working and making money, I'm on leave for a couple weeks, that's why I'm in town. To see you.” He told me, nodding his head in a very convincing manner.

“Fuck you.” I told him.

“I want to.” He replied.

I glanced over, out of the passenger side window. Daring myself to smile, I didn't want to fuel the flames of his craziness. He wouldn’t hesitate to have me folded up in his backseat if I let him, just like he used to in the past.

Rubin used to fool me into going somewhere with him, only for us to end up in the back of his car, parked somewhere random. I wasn’t going to be doing any of that on that day.

If it wasn’t his car, then it was him constantly trying to get me in his mom's laundry room, then once in there he always wanted to shove his dick in me, it didn't matter if I had just eaten or on an empty stomach. Rubin was going to arch me over his mom's washer and beat me in until he filled me up. He’d wipe his dick off with a piece of clothing in the wash room then go throw a ball or something with our homeboys.

I'd be out there scoring touchdowns with his semen swishing, and running between my ass cheeks.

As the light turned green, and the car jerked forward I responded to his statement.

“I don't know how that would happen, since I'm a straight man. Sorry to break it to you.”

“I'll show you how after the dinner.” Rubin told me, speaking with a tone of a matter of factness.

“Ha, All you will see is how straight I am.” I explained, but he quickly snapped back with a response.

“Oh like how straight you were when I caught you staring at me one day after practice in the shower. Your eyes were devouring me alive.” He explained in the most dramatic of fashions.

“Now that's a lie!” I countered.

“No, hell no! I'm not lying! You used to be eye balling the fuck out of me back in highschool.” Rubin said to me, sounding so sure of himself, stopping short of pounding his chest.

“I probably was staring at you, trying to figure out why you were always staring at me.” I simply stated, and he just as fast pinched my thigh then said.

“Because of that ass. I knew I needed to get some of that ass, on the first day of ninth grade, when I saw you.” He clarified.

“That sounds like you were the one with locked eyes, not me.” I said.

He smoothly looked over to me then said, “It worked, and it wasn't that hard.”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa now. What's that supposed to mean?” I asked, needing an explanation to that statement.

“Meaning it wasn't that hard for me to get in them panties.” He said looking at me like he wanted a reaction.

“I mean if I had you waiting since freshman year and you finally managed to get some when?” I asked.

“Um, I think senior year, after your birthday your parents let you go out of town for your birthday trip.” He told me.

“So four years? Doesn't sound easy to me my friend.” I said, patting him gently on his shoulder.

“Four minutes, once I had you alone in my room.” Rubin said.

“Not four minutes. And it was my room. You came knocking on my room door, in your drawers. I knew what you wanted then you were the one knocking at the door, talking about toilet paper. Your dick was hard when I answered the door.” I explained.

“I remember, I was trying to be slick about it but the thoughts in my head paled in comparison to what played out in that bed.” He confessed as we were turned down a long wooded driveway, the rocks cracking under the weight of the tires, to an old run down house in a historic looking part of town. That I hadn't been in, in quite sometime.

"Rubin, where have you brought me man!" I said, chuckling a bit, shit he had me nervous pulling up to this giant home with the bayou as its backdrop.

"Man get your ass out of the car! You grew up around the corner! Do act like that my brother. Trying to forget where you came from, college boy?" Rubin said as he chuckled, as he walked up to me on the passenger side of the car, clawed his arm around my neck then pulled me in close to him.

"The best time we ever had sex together was right here in this house." Confusion spread across my face and he saw it.

"Tsk tsk tsk, Jay you forgot?" He asked and I was too mortified at the thought of me having sex in such a decapitated house to even begin to try and remember whatever he claims happened with us.

The problem was we only had been together a few places; School, his house, my house, his car and… I remembered, this was his big Mamas house, it did remember it looking like this though.

Rubin pulled me by the hand towards the run down home, where I noticed there were a handful of people funneling inside. Now my curiosity had peaked

"Where have you brought me?" I asked, acting as though I hadn't already figured it out.

Rubin, he was coy with his response. "It's a surprise, a good one I believe and I'm really glad I got this moment with you."

See that's what I didn't understand, I literally got in town today and reconnected with him just a couple days before. He couldn't have had this planned for us, because I only agreed to see him this morning before I got on the road to drive home. He must be running a game on me, it was definitely working if that was the case.

As we stepped up to the door, there was a guy standing just inside of this amazingly beautiful modern family room with dining tables scattered throughout the space.

I was blown away. It was as though I had just stepped in a multi million dollar home, with dazzling art and sculptures adorning the rooms.

The man in the black tux handed us both a pamphlet and greeted us with "Welcome to the Rubin Aisin Experience."

I looked to my left and Rubin was staring at me grinning, "Nice surprise?"

"This is your gallery?!" I blurted out, enchanted by it all.

"You motivated all of this. You inspired this all and it's ironic I'm here with you tonight." Rubin confessed.

We started to walk around the room, "How did I inspire this? And why are you just saying things now?" I questioned.

He stopped and showed me a drawing that I recognized vividly. He drew it years ago, an abstract drawing in colored pencil.

"You remember this?" He asked me, staring into my eyes as though he was trying to examine my soul. "Yes." I answered, looking away from the light dancing inside his eyes.

"I drew this the evening you left my house after our first time and I showed you once, I was so terrified you wouldn't like it. But you did, at least that's what you told me." Rubin said as he walked over to another piece, leaving me there alone staring at his drawing.

"I don't know what to say." I began with but he cut me off, "There is nothing to say, it's a depiction of how I felt in that moment, after being with you."

I was speechless.

Denard:

I sat there quietly, glaring down at my plate as I tried to sit there and eat dinner with my wife. I really wanted to enjoy her presence but I was uneasy, yet I hoped she didn't notice. The questions she would ask, and the answers I would provide would let her know that my mind was elsewhere. I moved my food around on my plate, and kept glaring over at my phone, hoping to see the screen light up and Jalens face grace my screen.

'Where is he?' I wondered, it wasn't like him to just run out like that and not let me…

I mean, let us know his whereabouts.

This was really really starting to bother me and there wasn't much I could do except maybe text him.

'Yeah let me text him.' I convinced myself as I reached for my phone.

'Wya.' I sent off, hoping to ease tension building up in my temple.

Knowing that momentarily I would be receiving an answer from the love of my life.

But that moment came and went for me, I just knew that something's off, he would never just run off and not tell his stepfather where he's off to.

“Denard, you know we should renew our vows. It'll be five years soon, and I think we should do a small ceremony or something. You know we could somehow involve Jay, since you two have become so close.” My wife said as she cut into her steak.

“I like the idea.” I told her cautiously, but I also wanted to know, “Where did you get that idea from?” I asked, smiling at her like I wasn’t about to lose my mind because her son hadn’t responded to my text and it's been over 5 minutes since I sent it.

“I was on Social Media and saw a couple influencers talking about renewing and they showed some beautiful locations for the venue and getaway.” She said, knowing that I knew that's exactly where she got that spark of thought from.

“Where is Jalen, he should be here by now babe. I hope he’s ok, he hasn’t answered any of my calls.” My wife said, and I literally felt my body temperature rise.

Jalen:

Looking around the immaculate interior of the home, with the modern decor and lighting. Everything decked out in white, the difference was mind-blowing, how starkly different from the exterior of the home, versus the inside.

I wandered through his childhood residence into the dining room; the walls and shelves, engrossed in the paintings and sculptures that he Rubin created. They pleasantly adorned the space, adding to the magically aura that dispersed throughout the air..

The more I toured the home, the more familiar I became with the memories I had tied to this building. My feet took me into a small kitchen, towards the back of the home for refreshments, and I suddenly remembered.

Years ago, at the very same kitchen table we sat there as his grandma walked past us and out the door, heading across town to bible study. I continued to eat the plate of food Rubin's granny fixed me, as I heard her car crunching over the gravel as she backed out the driveway. Rubin leaped from his seat as soon as we heard the vehicle accelerate off down the street. I clearly remember looking up from my plate, to see him walking my way from the opposite end of the table but at the very same time he was unbuttoning his pants.

I shook my head, and slightly rolled my eyes as I wanted to finish my food, my friend wanted to take full advantage of the time we had alone. We were teenagers, fresh into our sexual journeys, when he flipped his dick out of his pants and onto the table next to my cup of juice. I looked up at him, and he told me to “Take that shit off.” I took one more bite, then stood up from the table, then we both stripped off our clothes and threw them in a pile on the floor, right next to each other.

Rubin laid me back on his grandmothers table, and lifted my legs up to his shoulders, squatting down and devouring my asshole be fore standing up in my shit and fucking me until the table stopped squeaking. I even remember the stain the bleach left on the wood after we left the bleach on the table after we tried to clean up the nut and booty juice that leaked onto the tabletop.

I walked over and ran my finger across the stain still dyed into the wood, just as Rubin rejoined me. “You remember that huh.” He asked and I looked over at him, with the corner of my mouth fighting their rise.

“I don’t remember anything.” I expressed.

“That’s okay, I’m going to jog that memory, hopefully you won’t be running.” Rubin whispered in my ear, nibbling on my ear lobe at the end of his statement.

I playfully pushed him back away from me, but he grabbed my lower arm and instead pulled me back his way, through the kitchen towards the closed off stairway. The winding staircase was the same stairs me and his brother would play on and his grandma would yell at us.. I and his fraternal twin actually were friends before me and Rubin.

Rubin went to the military and his brother Robert became a lawyer up north. It's been years since I last laid eyes on him, and what a sight he was to see as he descended the stairway. He looked very magnificent in his black linen suit, which accentuated his slim, muscular frame. He even wore a smile to match, I was stunned.

“Surprise.” Rubin blurted out, and I could do anything but smile. I was genuinely in awe.

I couldn't get over it, I literally stood there staring at him with hearts in my eyes. At the moment I could vividly remember him sitting at that table back in the kitchen; shirtless, eating a sandwich. Even then I could never take my eyes off of him.

My little boypussy quivering at every step he took down to me.

Feeling a hand tap my waist, immediately snapped me back into reality, right to the another astonishing face. Rubin was nearly as attractive as his brother, it was just something about Robert.

“What's up, Jay? It's been a long time.” He said, swinging his hand out towards me. I smiled, as my hand collided against his. We pulled each other in and hugged tightly.

I could have stayed there forever. I'm this man's arms.

“Yeah, it's been a minute. How have you been?” I asked.

“You are not tired of those cold winters yet” I asked before he could answer the first question.

“Na, they're rough, but nothing I can't handle.” He responded, with a look that made my dick jump.

“I couldn't do it man. I couldn't take those freezing temperatures.” I told him, and he quickly said, “I'm sure you can take anything.”

I nearly told him what I could take but how disrespectful would that be. “I ain't fucking with ya Rob.” I told him before asking Rubin for the direction of the bathroom. He pointed up the staircase.

“That's the only one?” I questioned and Rubin quickly told me, “Yes.” Then pointed again up the staircase.

I sucked my teeth and told Robert I would see him in the gallery before starting my climb up the illustrious stairs.

I remember making up to the top of the case, huffing a bit but I made it. I looked left then right, trying to remember which way the bathroom was located. All I saw was doors to either side of me. I took a chance and went left. Pushing open, door after door until I found the room I needed.

Closing the door behind me, fanning myself with my hand. My mind ran just one thought like a ticker, ‘I wanted him bad, bad. I want him badly.’

I wasn't expecting to see him or for him to be so fucking fine, even more fine then before. His face, those arms, THOSE ABS. I could simply nut on myself from those thoughts alone.

I composed myself then stepped up to the toilet, whipping my dick out and releasing the contents of my bladder.

I took in a deep, before releasing a long drawn out, “Whew.” As my leg twitched and the last bit of piss plopped into the yellowish water.

My head jerked towards the door as it slowly creaked open.

“Someone's in here." I yelled out, but the door continued to widen.

I know." A familiar voice echoed off the walls, and a shoe stepped in the restroom.

“Na, man it's people down stairs.” I said taking a step back.

“So.” He said, taking another step into the bathroom and locking the door behind him. Something I obviously forgot to do.

“Yeah and they're here to see you.” I said backing myself into a wall for the second time that day.

No sooner did his hand leave the knob, did he take a couple steps then there he was brushing his hand under my Polo shirt. Caressing my body, just like he used to back in the day. Shit in this very bathroom.

I tried to push him back but my arms seemed to be too weak, similar to the sensation in my knees when his tongue gently crept across mine.

A past memory rushed into my head of when his brother got in trouble and had to stay after school that day. So it was just me and Rubin walking home from the bus stop. Right as we were about to part ways he invited me to his Grandma house to play the game.

See this time nobody was there when we arrived but just like always we dropped our shit in the living room and ran up the stairs to his room then hopped on the game.

After I whooped him a couple times I had to use the bathroom, that was the first time he crept in the bathroom on me.

Before you knew it Rubin had me in the bathroom with his skinnies around his knees and his sweat dripping on my back and ass with dick beating crater into my back until there wasn't but left in his sack to throw in it. I remember a feeling of warmth and a fullness spreading from my stomach, deep inside me. It felt amazing as he gripped and rubbed on my ass until he lowered from his toes. Cleaned his dick and left me there in the bathroom, open. He did say one thing before letting the door close.

"You gotta stop letting me fuck you like this. Before you make me fall in love with your beautiful ass." He told me, then let the door shut.

I snapped back as his hand gripped around my neck.

“Where did you go Jay?” He said sarcastically.

“I’m here.” I said.

His grip tightened around my neck and his other hand went straight to my slacks, which was all he needed to get my button undone and my pants pooled around my feet.

He quickly took a heap of my ass and shook.

“Boy, boy, boy. It grew. You got a whole shelf back here. Boy.” He said admiringly.

I grabbed his wrist and looked him sternly in the eye then said, “No Rubin. No.” in protest.

The crease in his lips rose at the edges, and he retracted his arm and me towards him until his smile transformed into a pucker. When our lips met, it was as though they had never parted.

Somehow, someway, he convinced me to try squatting down on his shit. Mind you he still hadn't released his hand, which was still latched around my trachea, by this time, Rubin was slouched back on the toilet, with his legs spread as far as his pants would allow.

“Get down on it.” He said in this soft, velvety tone.

He nuzzled his meat up between my cheeks, pushing his waist up all while he pulled me down by my throat.

"Ahh bae, stay right there." Rubin mumbled softly, swaying his hips up towards me, his slit, taping the entrance to my booty lips just as *Bam! Bam! Bam!* Bounced from wall to wall and the door handle quickly jiggled.

“Who is in the bathroom?” Someone bellowed from the other end of the door. I froze but he continued to try and insert his dick in me.

My heart sank as the door handle repeatedly shook. All the color in his skin drained. I had no

idea what we were going to do, there was no window or anything for us to make an escape.

Denard:

‘It’s 11:43pm where the fuck his this boy.’ I thought to myself as I lay in bed staring at the unread text message.

I looked over at my wife, laying in her nightgown as she scrolled through her phone. I wondered if she was as worried as I was about her son. I wanted to call but then she would know that I knew this whole time that he was here.

‘I don't want those problems.’ I thought as I closed out my phone, placing it face down on the bed and cuddling up to my wife, who did the same.

She nudged her waist back against mine, and a grimace came across my face. There is doubt in my mind about my ability to even get hard being in the mental state I was in.

Suddenly I had no choice as my wife rolled over and on top of me, sitting up in my lap, and releasing her supple breast from the confines of her cotton gown.

‘Fuck!’ Ran through my mind, simultaneously my dick started to rise up her back. My wife leaned up, then pushed back dragging her already dretched pussy along the base of my dick. Moaning in the process as she rocked her hips.

She wasted no gripping my shit, slapping it on her pussy then lifting up before impaling her lovely pussy with my smooth long dick.

“Ohh shit.” I mumbled, as she declined further, not stopping until I rested against her cervix. She then wound her hips around slowly in my lap, my toes curled and cracked uncontrollably.

“Baby! Baby! Fuck!” I voiced as that pussy collapsed around the body of my wide meat.

“Don't stop.” I muttered as the bed creaked under us.

Jalen:

Rubin pleaded with me to go lower as someone banged on the bathroom door.

“They’ll leave.” He said without one care.

I was scared though, I didn't want that person to bust down the door and see him busting me down.

“Sit down on it once.” Rubin said, in a more than convincing tone.

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This work of fiction contains extreme violence, sexual assault, coercion, and other disturbing themes. It is intended for mature audiences only.

Author’s Note

This is a work of fiction written from the perspective of an unreliable narrator. The views and actions depicted do not reflect my own. The story intentionally explores brutality and moral collapse without endorsement.

Being born, raised, and lived in the City of Boynton Beach: I love my city, and it was not a difficult decision to accept the job as a Code Enforcement Officer. This city, it has molded and help grow me into the man that I am today. When I took the position, my mission was to participate in its progression of my city, make this a better place, more beautiful, updated but keep its culture, its feel. That dream hasn’t changed, even though I’ve worked my way up, becoming the leader of the Blight task force, a task force assembled to deal with the most difficult cases of code violations in the city. Here’s a summary of one of my most difficult and unusual cases.

Case No: 201786 411 W 12th Street

Violations

• Severely overgrown lawn, trees, plants and a dilapidated fence.

• Broken and cracked driveway

• Broken and missing roof shingles.

• Missing and chipped paint, on the siding, gutter, pillars, and window frame

• Rusty security bars over the windows.

This case landed on my desk after the homeowner lost his wife of 30 years a couple years ago and no longer had the will to keep up his property. Depression had set in and the fines were building up. Code Officer Smith briefed me on his situation that morning and by that evening I was standing in front of a ran down house that honestly looked no worse than the two homes it sat in between but those homes weren’t on my agenda for today.

After a while I walked up to the gate that was hanging on by a hinge. I shook my head, wondering if heartbreak is really caused this situation to happen? Or was he just another lazy, uncaring, neglectful homeowner.

I soon found out that my first assumption was the correct assumption. I knocked on the door, standing on the rickety porch, the hot sun shining against my back; after about a minute or so, a weathered face black man in stained and dusty clothing, slowly pulled the creaky door open. He took a step forward, and looked up at me, unbothered by my arrival. “How can I help you?” He asked me in a soft growling monotone.

“Good afternoon, Sir, I’m Mr. Mitchell from Ocean Cay Code Enforcement Office. I’m here to speak with you about the fines that have been levied against your property.”

“Fines?” He said softly.

“I’m not sure if you are aware that there are fines that have been ordered and mounting with this property. Do you know your at risk of losing your home.”

“Lose my home?” The man said, placing his head in his head, shaking it slowly, with both a look of dread and confusion.

“I’m here to speak with you to also see if I can help you resolve some of these violations and blaze a pathway for you to keep your home.” The older gentleman invited me in and told me to “have a seat anywhere.”

I trailed in behind him, into the dim, cluttered, very unkept living room; the coffee table was covered in what looked like old pictures and miniature black figurines. There were newspapers and trash littered all over the floor, the couches looked dusty and tattered. We walked past it all and into the dining room; which was in much better condition then the living room, which gave me a bit more hope.

I sat down at his kitchen table; then immediately asked the elderly man, “Are you okay?” A tear swiftly fell from the man eye.

“I just don’t know anymore.” He confessed his head dropping below his shoulders. I put my hands on his shoulder and ask him, “How can I help you?” That’s when the gentleman began to explain to me that ever since his wife died, he just doesn’t see a reason to keep up the house let alone live. “I’m just waiting until it’s time for me to join my love.” Honestly the whole statement took me by surprise. I was almost at a loss for words. “Mr…” I said looking at my paperwork, “Samuels. I’m very sorry for your loss, I know it must have been terribly heartbreaking for you and your family to lose such an important person. I also know that there’s nothing that can’t take away that hurt, pain, and loneliness but the city does offer help to its residents that are in need of healing.” Sitting in an old high back wooden chair, Mr. Samuels simply replied, “I just want to be with my wife.” I tried to redirect, feeling as though he was nearly a lost cause, I decided to ask him if he “had any children?”

Thinking maybe they’d be able to help me, convince him, to be willing to improve his property and keep the home he’s owned for over 50 years. Luckily Mr. and Mrs. Samuels did have a son, but he didn’t live close to his father, but I reached out to him anyway, right there in front of Mr. Samuels.

Sadly, the son and father had been estranged for years, having a falling out months after the mother died and he had spoken or seen his father since then. I left that day, giving both men contact information for family consoling, that the city offered for free for residents in severe cases.

I reported back to my superiors and managed to get the resident an waiver against most of the fees, while they complete Family Relief Program. A couple months later, I reached out to the son, and I actually got good news; Him and his father came up with a schedule, Mr. Samuels Son and his grandson would drive the 10 hour to help do some improvements on a property, specifically focusing on the most severe violations first.

To my surprise, things were going great on my 8 month checkup. The fence had been repaired, the grass cut, the trees trimed, and bushes maintained. There was even a new coat of paint, they men had also received quotes for roof repair, I was ecstatic about the progress, that was until about 3 months later, I received a call that Mr. Samuels himself got his wish one and only wished and joined his wife that he’d grieved so hard for.

The death of the homeowner definitely put a wrench into the plans me and his son had worked out; not wanting to be insensitive I waited about six months after Mr Samuel’s death before I reached out to the son again. Who actually informed me that his son had now moved into the home, promising his father that he would make the necessary improvements with the city, in order to stay there. The problem is the grandson did not hold up his end of the bargain, What actually happen was increased calls to the police department about loud parties and drug activity stemming from this property. The officers were tired of seeing what was appearing out of there.

The property eventually returned to our top 10 for soon to be forfeited properties. This warranted and in person visit from me, which unfortunately it did not go well. When I initially arrived at the residence there were at least five to six people standing or sitting in the yard on crates, barrels, and chairs. I announced myself as i walked up to the much better-looking wooden fence and asked if the group of people, “If the owner of the home was available?”, no one had a response, they all simply acted as though I wasn’t even speaking.

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Undeterred I walked through the gate up to the front door, giving it three hard knocks. Moments later a young woman pulls the door open, without a word spoken, she stands there, with her hand on her hip; staring at me. I smile, and finally she speaks “Can I help you?” With a tone as though I’m bothering her entire existence. “Yes, I’m looking for the owner of the house…” I said as politely as possible. Then a deep, booming voice from somewhere in the back of the home, that I was out of my view yelled out “Who’s asking!?”

I waited for the person to appear before I introduced myself. “Hi, I’m Mr. Mitchell from Code Enforcement, I’m looking for the owner of this house.” This young man then stood there, shirtless, in black shorts and slides; in the threshold. I was a bit taken back at the fact that he had the most amazing translucent black skin; skin so black he looked like a shadow until he smiled, showing off his glaring gold teeth. The man dreads were long, thick and unmanaged were nearly indistinguishable from his skin tone. He stood there with his shorts sagging, with his skin hugging briefs displayed proudly; laughing before telling me, “He’s dead.”

“I know he’s dead, I’m looking for his grandson who’s supposed to be inhabiting this home now. Poorly if I may add.” I stated.

The man in the doorway gave me the nastiest look, then slammed the door in my face, hard. I knocked again, but no one answered at first, so I waited a couple moments before my knuckles tapped forcefully on the wooden door once again and the same man open the door then told me, “Get the fuck away from my house before I blow your ass away.”

With that said, I took the warning and left violation letter stuck to the door, and removed myself from the property. I was very upset by the confrontation, so much so, that when I got back to the office, I got myself together and went home for the day.

In the next couple days, I reached out to the son of Mr. Samuels and inform him of the events that took place at his father’s property, he then informed me that I could do what I needed to do because he lived too far away and he wasn’t willing to pay the fines or take the time to upkeep the property and if his son wasn’t willing too keep up his end of the arrangement that those two had together; “Feel free to take the property.”

For weeks I posted notices about the violations but no one from the home reached out. My department then stated to send warning letters, I dropped by the property, aggressively suggesting that the deceased owner’s grandson comply and work with the city to bring the property up to acceptable standards. Nothing progressed until finally we had to leave a notice to vacate the property, which stated all occupants had a week from posting to vacate property and said property will be turned over as city property unless fines were paid in full.

Unsurprisingly the grandson who name turned out to be Dante gave me a call later that evening after the vacate posting was left on his door; asking why am I trying to take his “grandpop’s house?” I quickly informed him of the many times we reached out and tried to help him bring the property up to code to no avail. At that time he asked if there was anything that he could do to keep from losing the property, I sadly informed him that unless he had all of the money to pay the fines and fees, “there is nothing that can be done at this point.” In which he hung up in my ear. He will be losing the property in a week and it will probably be sold off at auction, afterwards I closed out my day early to go and find something to wear for my date later on that evening.

A couple days later I received another call from Dante asking if I could come by his property to discuss saving it from forfeiture. I reluctantly agreed but also plainly informed him that it wasn’t much I could do unless he had the money to pay the city. He told me to please just come by. His tone and attitude had changed, maybe he did have the money, so after lunch I made my way to his property.

To my surprise the property looked very different from the last time I had step foot on its porch. The home was newly painted, the fence was fixed, the awning repaired and the grass cut. There wasn’t a crowd in front of the home to greet me, such a stark change, yet I was surprised and saddened at the same time, knowing that it was a little too late; but I still knocked on the door, and moments later Dante pulled it open, looking at me while puffing a joint, and sweaty.

“Aye Mr. Mitchell thanks for coming by bro.” He spoke but my eyes just inhaled the spectacular site standing in front of me. My eyes followed the sweat that trickled and flowed between his abs. ‘Why he gotta show up to the door like this?” I wondered, resisting the urge to touch. His worn basketball shorts left nothing for my imagination, and he wasn’t only blessed with that body or a pair of old Jordans he was sporting.

My pupils followed the sweat as it ran down a path from his neck, down his chest, rippling over his abs, down to the rim of his shorts. I nearly had to wipe away the slob from the corner of my mouth and after a moment I regained myself enough to try and actually hear what was coming out of his chocolate lips, “Come in, so we can talking.” He turned around, waving and invited me in.

I followed him in, walking a bit slower than him as I observed my surroundings and the way his athletic build enabled his ass to sit up so perfectly in his shorts, like two helium balloons placed perfect in his basketball shorts, my dick stiffened. I quickly gripped my shaft and readjusted myself, I had to calm myself down as I stepped into the home which looked basically the same as his grandfather left it, the same furniture, same placement, just a lot cleaner. My eyes flowed after his cheeks, which rippled ever so slightly as he led in front of me, finally stopping in the dining room, he leaned against the kitchen island, and I sat at the table. He began to talk, and I listened.

“So, I did most of the repairs that the city asked for, what can I do to keep from losing my granddaddy house?” He asked and I hung my head before I shook it, replying “I told you over the phone, unless you have the $54,231 that the city is owed due to your collections of fines then you can’t do anything but come up with the money.” He leaned up from the island and place both hands against the dining room table inches from me. “So, I’m saying, I know there’s something you could do to help me out. I’m begging you!” He confesses, kinda half ass pleading.

“I mean technically you’re not on your knees.” I said with much sarcasm, then slapping my hand over my mouth; seeing that I spoke before my mind told my mouth that it was just a thought.

But surprisingly Dante countered “You would like that huh?”

Taken back, I asked “What do you mean by that?” Dante laughed and said, “I know your little secret, I know what you like to do.”

Intrigued, I quickly asked, “Which is what?” He smiled hard before parting his lips to say, “You like to fuck niggas.” Before I could even respond he said, I seen you downtown all boo’d up with a nigga the other night.”

I tried to answer again as I began to stutter, he cut me off saying “Don’t say that’s your homeboy cuz as I followed y’all I saw you kiss him after he got in his car.” I sat there quiet, not really knowing how to respond.

“So what can you do to help me out Mr. Mitchell?” Instinct jumped in and I stood up, right in front of him as he leaned against the table, then kissed him. Just like the way they do in the movies.

Surprisingly, Dante pushed me up off of him, but what he yelled out is what surprised me. “Hell, fuck yeah! You gotta help me now! After pulling that shit right there.” I laughed because if he was going to blackmail me, he going to have to let me really violate him before I try and help him. Stepping back up to him, reaching out my hand, dragging it down his bare stomach, pass the brim of his short, trailing my finger down the urvature of his dick, and gripping his tender pole right there inn the palm of my hand.

“Help me, help you.” I told him being all cliche. He took my hand and removed it from his appendage, “You must go take my house off that repo list if I give you some of that.” He said starkly,

“That won’t do.” I simply told him.

“Then what will?” Dante asked, and I took his hand, spun him around, forcefully bending his chest down to the wooden dining table, which was probably softer than my dick at this point.

Stepping up and grinding up against them cotton soft ass cheeks of his. “You got me fuck up!” He cursed as he twisted out my grip, pushing me back and slamming up against the China cabinet.

“That’s the only way.” I told him, “Give me some of that ass and I’ll postpone your repossession of the home.

“Nah, I can’t do that.” He said and I shrugged my shoulders as I picked up my clipboard off the dining room chair. “Ok, then well I wish you the best.” I told him as I dusted my clothes off and I took steps towards the door. Dante quickly dash around and blocked the door and we went back a fourth a bit arguing about me helping him before he realized I was serious about rearranging his colon in order for him to keep his home. He took my offer.

“I’ll do it bro, I have nowhere to go; I know my dad won’t let me come back, he tired of my ass. I need this place. You sure there nothing else I can do man beside me having to do some sassy ass shit.” He said, seemly trying to get me to have some type of sympathy for him, I’m assuming the same sympathy he had for me, when he threatened my life.

“No, this is the only way.” I responded coldly, shifting my dick within my grasp. He expression turned into one of repulsion, I snickered a bit; I really didn’t care how he felt, I just wanted to see how he felt.

“Bro, I don’t know if I could do this? I figured you’d want to give a nigga some head or something, but not this man, I ain’t think this shit, especially after you seen the progress I’ve made.” He confessed, as I walked backwards into the bedroom, I’m assuming use to be where his grandfather used to sleep; He trailed in front of me, right into the room as I conceded. “If it makes you relax, I can suck you up a little bit.” He licked his lips, and said, “I’m saying though, suck me and let me get an extension.” Dante stated, like I really was going to agree with that.

“Pull it out.” I told him, as I backed into the bed, to see the same silly bitch from a couple weeks ago laying in the bed knocked out. “Man come the fuck out of here before you wake my bitch.” He growled, pulling me by my shirt out of the room; closing the door behind me. I walked over to another room and opened the door, “Stop..” He tried to say before I cracked open the door to see bald head buff man, laid on a sheetless mattress, halfway covered by a holey blanket, as was his companion, a white chick curled up next to him sleep in dingy grey bra, and panties, the bed and pillows were filthy and so was the room, trash, cups, wrappers, strewn all over the place. No surprise he slammed the door in my face. that looked cracked out.

“Bro you just can’t walk through people shit opening doors.” He told me, sounding a bit annoyed with me. “Come this way, man damn.” He walked me down the hall to a back room, that resembled a gaming room; with a giant TV on one wall, a couch the opposite, and four gaming chairs variously placed around the room. The door was open, and Dante walked in before me and stood there like a royal guard by the door until I walked in passed him and sat down on the long firm L-Shape grey sectional with artwork of characters like Katana, Chung-Li, and She Hulk framed and hung over it.

He quickly but quietly locked the door and walked right up and stood over me; I looked up at him, looking down on me with his dreads dangling every which way. “You go suck me up real quick right?” He asked, taking a quick glance back at the room door and at the same time flipping his dick out along my face.

“Right.” I replied, taking his dick into my right, lifting it to my lips. I kissed his head, he released a hum. I gripped around the base and balls, tightening the pressure as I licked and drugged my tongue around the tip of his dick. I rubbed my left hand up his thigh until it nestles a cliff of his ass over my hand. I pulled him in closer, opening my jaws as he moved in, allowing for his enlarging dick greater access the remote region of my mouth.

“Hold up, hold up.” Dante said pulling away from, his dick dropping off of my bottom lip. “Wait I wasn’t expecting…. Damn, alright let try this shit a again.”

He got a stance, planted his feet solid, pulled his shorts down to his ankles, and swayed his tantalizing dick around in my face. I stuck out my tongue, moving my head until I made contact with the crease under the crest of his head and used that muscle to guide him back into my mouth, swishing and swirling his dick back towards my tonsil like mouth wash after brushing.

I leant my head back a bit, and relaxed my throat, swooping my head up and dropping his dick into my chest, i could feel his knees buckle, then snapped back up right, I giggled with him in my throat, and is body trembled.

I pulled my head back and beat my skull repeatedly against his groin until my lips were torn and the enprint of my teeth tore into my upper and lower lips. Dante latched on to my head, knees bent, impaling the space between my ears, with his curved black baton. He continues on like this with his back bent, knees buckled, and biting down on his tongue, ramming into my face, until he slowly pushed the length of his dick into my chest cavity, gushing his cum while releasing a long, intense growl with his pelvis pressed again my nose, and his balls pulsating against my bottom lip.

“Damn, that was some crazy ass head.” He said, sitting down on the couch and attempting to reclaim his breathing. I let him do just that, we even had a small conversation before I said.

“You ready to mount up?” And he head quickly turned my way. “I thought we agreed…”

He stopped talking as he witness me lay back on his couch and unzip my khaki pants and release my dick three the zipper. Letting him stand tall and sway, much like Dante did earlier.

“Man, this gotta be extortion or some shit. What the fuck you go actually do for me man, you over here trying to fuck a nigga and shit man, that so crazy. I just let you eat me up though.” He contested while I sat there mum until he finishes his grievance.

“Come sit on this dick.” I voiced, he froze and I found it all rather amusing. “Come on now, and grab that lotion from over there.” I said pointing to the shelf in the corner.

I heard him exhale and it started to upset me because I didn’t hesitate to come suck this man’s dick, now he wants to play games with me.

“Go get it, and come on so I can get back to work and remove the house from the list, you taking all day like today and the last day for you to save your grandfathers home.

With that said, Dante reluctantly walked over and got the lotion, “Put some on your ass, and give it here.” I instructed and he did so, with this pitifully sad look on his face. It moved me none, as I drizzle the lotion down the length of my dick that stood up high and strong in anticipation.

I motioned for him to back that ass up on me, because I refused to ask him again, the back and forth was exhausting and I want to get up in this man.

Moments later, that oh-so perfect ass of his was sitting bare, the urethra of my dick pecking at the entrance to his colon. I guided his decent, but he jumped right up every time I to coerce my way up in him. It took patience, much longer than I thought it would to have my dick squashed up in his insides, the squeaky mattress giving notice with every minuscule bop he made trying to venture his way down me.

He really wanted to save this house and I really want to bust in him, so we switched things up. “Get up and lay back.” I told him and he didn’t budge, “Lay back man.” He quickly sucked his teeth and tried to lift himself up but inside he could barely budge, he was yet relaxed enough to let this dick up out of him, he probably could feel my every movement, especially as I rolled him over onto his side and onto his back. He yelled out silently. Which was pretty entertaining, him trying to to get caught with my dick in him.

“Enjoy this like she would.” I said point towards the direction I thought the main bedroom resided.

“This is nowhere near the same, she a hoe. I don’t know what you are buddy.” He said being condescending. I did let none of that affect me, I push the trunk of his body back and scooped up legs to my shoulders than his half hard dick into my hand, stroking him, while I stroke in him, moving deeper and further, persistently until the dick hit a block, I pulled out gently, I want to hurt the man, which is why I took a moment to open him up, by rub on his body and talking to him calmly, trying to distract him from the pain while his body adjusted to it.

Once I felt he was ready and he agreed, I explained to him that I was go pull out to the “Tip.” Then go back in, he stomach flexed as I moved into the area, deflating when I pulled back. He ass and insides felt just as good as I thought they would, warm, soft, compressed, but smooth and moist. I was getting caught up in the moment, not realizing I was reaming into the man, bucking up against him, as he muffled the sounds his own plight; not to mention the couch scrubbing against the wall.

Dante pushed me out of him, thrust me back by pushing on my stomach hard. “Too much noise man.” He scolded me before dropping back downward on his back, and I certainly wasted no time squeezing my dick into this dude’s rectum, back in its home. He was a lot less tense this time, as I seemly successfully opened him up, I continued to rubbed his thighs and abs, and coached him into relaxing enough for me to leisurely stroke him with about half my dick.

My mouth hung open from the pure extacy I experienced from stretching this man bussy hole out. His shit felt like a vice gripping the entirety of my dick and pulling it back in every time I tried to pull out. I found myself diving in and out of Dante ass; deep stroking his shit with my legs stretched out, khakis bunched up around my feet and my booted resisting the floor. I clenched down on my tongue jsut as he did just earlier, struggling not to flood his intestine out with kids that were never going to have a chance in this world.

I flopped down hard, grinding my dick into his gushy craves; he let out a loud “Uhhhh!” His toes twirled and scraped at my temple, with his kneecaps indenting the couch cushions, my asshole enjoying the brief breeze before my cheeks clapped when colliding, as I my hips clapped down into burping man pussy. The vibration sizzling up my dick and tingling up my spine. I didn’t let up.

“Why your ass so good, Mr. Samuels? Can you tell me why?” I asked him in between breaths. “What the fuckughhh!” Don’t…. Talk to…. Me! Don’t talk to me… Like that!’ He squalled out angrily.

“Nah, I need to know…” I said, slightly antagonizing him, at the same time dig him out so good good he could barely speak out through his gaped open mouth.

I gripped his neck and Riley dick in and out of him; gliding deep , down into the nether regions of his bowels, “Uh!” He moan for the first time, I looked down into his face and in all seriousness asked, “You enjoying this dick?”

While glaring into his corneas, he stayed quiet, moaning barely loud enough for me to hear and I was millimeters away.

I was pleasantly surprised when his face went from pain to fighting off the waves of pleasure that over too him, when my head beat down the opening to his small intestines, Pure ecstasy enveloped me as I dug a cavern in between those fluffy mounds called cheeks of his, he let out a soft deep moan, “Damnnnnnn.” I can’t believe… “Believe what…?” I inquired l, “Can’t be what….”

“This dick man! This dick man! Fuck! I ain’t know!” He cried out from below me and I completely lost it. I gripped him by his neck, and threw deep reckless jabs into mushed up, nearly demolished his dookie shoot, beating him mercilessly until knocks rang from the door, but he was pinned under me and I was shaking and shivering as cum squirted out his ass while his asshole did it best to maintain it gripped of it. For a moment I couldn’t pull out, my body trembled everytime I tried to move.

I let the knocking at the door continue while my testicles pumped dry, and my dick soften and plopped out his ass; oozing my spunk down his ass crack and onto the cushion below; that’s when I allowed him to roll from under me and replace his cloths to his body, I too took the opportunity to in a haste do the same and throw on my clothing.

He quickly fixed his clothes as he stepped closer and closer to the door handle and I quickly sat up and on the couch, looking into my phone with a determined expression.

“Why the fuck the door lock for! His lady asked loudly with a voice that carried through the door that she continued to bang on.

Dante quickly yanked open the door, and tried to calm his girlfriend down; who absolutely burst right into screaming, “Where that hoe at? You trifling bitch!” But her tone returned to normal when she rotated her neck around the room and observed that I was the only other soul in that room besides her.

“A bae, we in her discussing buiness, unless you have somewhere for us to stay?” He spoke sounding as though was chastising her.

“She looked at him, before she spun around and walked out the room, closing the door behind herself. Dante walked up and relocked the door; then made his foot steps conclude in front of me…

Needless to say I wouldn’t allow the waste of this opportunity, and allowed Dante to fuck my shit up on the very same couch I had just cream him out on, as soon as the latch clicked on the door that I first sat down over on the couch, all prime and proper, than rolled over on my stomach and rose up to me knees, burrowing my money maker into the seat of the couch, and let this Ebony man, release his stress all over my back and neck.

I kept my words and I took down his notice to vacate order and got the city to work with the family on retaining the home, gratefully so; I can drop by anytime for a training session.

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This work of fiction contains extreme violence, sexual assault, coercion, and other disturbing themes. It is intended for mature audiences only.

Author’s Note

This is a work of fiction written from the perspective of an unreliable narrator. The views and actions depicted do not reflect my own. The story intentionally explores brutality and moral collapse without endorsement.

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Remarks on the Eve of March 20th 1789

Ship of his Majesty, Voyager; Captain William

Day 25 on route to Caperton, Africa

The seas are quiet, with very little wind blowing through the sails, and very smooth waters and low speeds at 3 knots per hour. 

After breakfast I inspected the crew, and all were present. The crew began to work in their assigned positions, no other vessels had been spotted in days. 

The ship's crew cleaned and arranged the lower decks and prepared the area for the upcoming cargo. Two crew members were given 40 lashes for participating in drunken and ungodly acts.

By the evening the winds had sped up and a storm seemed to be approaching, we opened up the sails to reach a speed of 20 knots, using the opportunity to gain some of the lost time due to the nearly non-existent winds the seas gave us throughout most of the day. 

The day was easy and light, and thankfully no storm had formed like I previously anticipated. Now the men are drinking on the desk around a fire lit lantern, probably sharing stories of the sea travels. As for me, I'm retiring to the Grand Cabin for a restless night of sleep. 

Remarks on the Eve of March 29th 1789

Ship of his Majesty, Voyager; Captain William

Day 34 on route to Caperton, Africa

The winds this morning were steady, and the clouds were casting over the sun. The seas seemed restless and I've seen this behavior before a storm was brewing and I believe it was right in our trajectory. I told the crew to batten down in preparation of the possible storm. After that I consulted with my navigator, an Egyptian that migrated to England years ago. He assured me that we are “On the right track.” 

Later on in the evening, hours after lunch, the skies darken and drizzle began, not half an hour later did the clouds open up and it became hard to tell if there was more water below the ship or pouring on to it. The wind behaved as though it was its duty to send the ship into the abyss of the oceans deep. All hands were on deck, from boys to men, manning the sails as I struggled to guide the ship through the tropical gale. 

At the time of writing the storm hasn't let up, and I'm not sure when the last time we saw the sun. The men are fighting the seas for their life, it's by the grace of God that no one has lost their lives as of yet,  in this horrific turn of events. 

Remarks on the Eve of April 2th 1789

Ship of his Majesty, Voyager; Captain William

Day 37 on route to Caperton, Africa

After days of battling the treacherous winds, and towering waves, our God has seen fit to give us men mercy, as we survived that magnificent storm but we seemed to have been blown off route and the Navigator was seriously injured from a concussive blow to the skull from a rogue boom in the mist of  the storm. He's currently breathing but not responsive as of my last update from the ship's physician who had taken him into his care. 

There were some minor repairs to the ship; a torn sail, a cracked mast, a flooded storage room, and a piece of the bow splintered. I was hoping for less but appreciative there wasn't more. 

I yawn while my eyes drift lower, and heavier as I record my thoughts on paper but I can’t rest now, the ship hasn't found its way back on course, with no other ship having come across our sights for over four days and no sun in the skies; just cloud cover. 

I've tried to quell my crew and their growing concerns about the unexpected events, repairs, and spoilage of some of the rations. I gave them a pep talk and punished the store keeper for letting that occur, especially with the predicament we were in at the moment. The talk I gave them seemed to have encouraged them and revived their trust in my guidance. I just hope that courage to continue remains as I try to find our way back towards Africa. 

We have plenty of food and water in storage, we should be safe and secure as we find our way back on track. 

Remarks on the Eve of April 10th 1789

Ship of his Majesty, Voyager; Captain William

Day 45 on route to Caperton, Africa

Great news, the Navigator recovered consciousness mid morning with a very bad headache. He insisted on getting out of the infirmary and back at work rerouting the vessel back towards our intended destination.

The bad news is, we have drifted over a week off course and food and water was becoming an issue, concerns that there wouldn’t be enough to even make it to Africa; which I assured the crew that there was nothing to worry about, we were safe and had plenty. Nonetheless, a couple of the men are starting to get anxious, which resulted in a mini mutiny, and those traitors were thrown into the seas. 

Some of the crew had to be disciplined for other various acts. 

• William Jameson - 10 lashes for stealing food from another crew member. Jameson was caught stealing food from another crew member's trunk while the other was on assignment. 

• Liam Gramm - 15 lashes for drunken and disorderly conduct. The crew member was drunk and in a stupor, laid out and undressed in another sailors hammock. When the crew member tried to remove him, Gramm tried to pull him in the hammock and force himself on the other man. The doctor went to see him and doesn't think it's hysteria 

The navigator says we can make up time in the route by sailing South West, and possibly make up a day or two of lost time. Information I relayed to everyone to much applause. I too must admit that I was becoming worried about the chances of our survival before the Navigator reclaimed his senses. As a reward I let them men pick a couple wine bottles out of my cabin to slosh down with dinner.

Remarks on the Eve of April 15th 1789

Ship of his Majesty, Voyager; Captain William

Day 50 on route to Caperton, Africa

We are five days behind schedule but should be arriving in Africa in the next two days or so. Gratefully so, our rations are extremely low, and conditions on the ship are deteriorating along with the crew enthusiasm, many men are suffering from homesickness and built up anxiety. 

I find myself giving more and more uplifting speeches, and encouragement to my crew. Letting them know we are so close and now is not the time to give up. Not when our endpoint is so close. 

The winds on this day were favorable, and the sails fully extended. The sun shined bright, and the sky was clear as glass. It was a magnificent day which elevated the spirit of the ship. 

The crew went through their task with ease, no issues, no complaints, no fighting. The type of day a man dreams about. 

Later that evening, as I retired to my cabin with my mind filled with worry as I paced around the room; eventually deciding to pour myself a drink. Quickly gulping down the entire glass. This usually relaxed my mind, giving my thoughts room to grow. After I down the second glass, I refilled my glass, resting the container on the shelf above my bed. I staggered around, struggling to remove my clothing, tumbling over while attempting to remove my slacks. 

Once that was achieved I removed my shirt and didn't even bother to put on a night shirt. I was inebriated and my sheets were my only cure for it. I reached up and grabbed my drink, swaying as the boat rocked, taking one more spit before I rolled over, grasping a picture of my beautiful wife, clutching the frame in my hand, eyes fixated on her fair skin, and an illuminating smile. The wife I longed for, the very one I left back home in the English countryside. I missed her touch oh so much, I often cry at the thought of her when I'm alone in my cabin. 

Once again, like on many nights after a drink, I was in the process of relieving my member of the built up stress caused by admiring her photo when there was a knock on the door. I laid there frozen, the sea mist, spraying through the open portholes. Yet the knocks continued, I reluctantly left the photo of my wife on the bed, staggering as I stood up from my mattress.

I opened the door to my second mate, Ricard standing in the door of the infirmary. He apologized for interrupting me but insisted he was there to update me on some important information. Hearing this I welcomed him into my cabin: offering him a drink as he rested on a bench. I poured him a glass of rum from my liquor cabinet, high quality; not the slop they drink in the crew quarters. Me, I poured my fifth. 

“There are whispers of the men wanting to take over the ship once if we do not make it to Africa in the next day or two.” He explained, yet I wasn't worried because I knew that their worry was unjustified.

“We are just days away.” I told him, “I can smell the aroma of Palm leaves in the area, we are close I assure you Richard. Let your mind be at ease, Emon, the navigator has given me his word.” 

Which he had, and I trusted him with my life. With that out the way, I poured him another drink, and me one also. The rum seemed to relax him, he was more open and personal as I asked him about his other voyages and sea tales. He talked while I repeatedly filled our glass until there was not a drop left to spare. 

Which was probably affecting my decisions as I approached my liquor cabinet for another bottle of rum; but as I glanced over at him, for a moment his features remarkably resembled my wife. Her blonde hair, fair smooth skin, and delectate face, had me seeing double. Not only that, the illusion had me becoming more and more aroused. So much so that my appendage pitched out my long shirt and I'm almost certain Richard took notice as his face turned red as coral. I quickly turned myself towards the cabinet, removing my embarrassment out of his view. I forewent the next drink, telling him I was going to snerdle up into my linens and sleep.

That was my attempt to get him to leave my space, by telling him I was going to retire to my bed. I asked him to leave before I stepped into the head to relieve myself of a bladder filled with urine, closing the wooden door behind me. I stumbled around as the ship rocked back and forth, lifting up my shirt, unvieling my stiff log in order to pee through it. I held it with one hand and braced my other hand against the wall. 

When I returned to my bed, to my surprise there was Richard, curled up on his side, passed out fast asleep. The rum must have done it, took all of his energy. As of writing I will just climb on the other of him, just this one time I will allow this unorthodox arrangement and drift off into my sleep beside him, hoping to see the African coast tomorrow. 

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Remarks on the Eve of April 16th 1789

Ship of his Majesty, Voyager; Captain William

Day 52 on route to Caperton, Africa

I woke up this morning, writing this as the morning sun rises high above the sea. My bed is now empty and serene; which was not the case the night before. I awoke this morning, my mind groggy, a mist of fog. I couldn't remember how or where I was for a moment. Slowly I sat up on the siding of my bed, resting my throbbing head in the palm of my hand. My thoughts sluggishly refilled my brain the longer I sat there, shielding my eyes from the glare of the morning sun; the quicker I remembered my actions of the previous night. 

I began to weep into my hands, thinking about the lashes I deserved for what I had committed as the Captain of this great ship. I sat there solemnly, sulking. As I relived my actions from the very night before. 

I remember crawling over him into my bed, restless and sloshed as I laid beside Richard, the warmth of his body could be felt raidiating centimeters from mine. It had been a long, long time since I felt the heat of another's body laying next to me. Spending these months out here on the seas was rough on a mans’ will. 

Richard laid there now turned over on his stomach, his hands neatly tucked under his resting head, just as my Eleanor would. My eyes walked on their own down the crease of his sun tinged back, which the moon light illuminated in the otherwise dim quarters. 

My member rose up between my thighs, hard and sturdy by this time but I resisted the devilish thoughts that invaded my head and forced my eyes shut until I drifted to sleep. 

I sat there staring over to the back window of the cabin, the waves gently crashing into the back of the haul, the sea spray gracefully dancing across my nose. Similar to the way Richards trestles tickled my nostril, childishly awakening me from my slumber. There was Richard, nestled peacefully in my arms, lightly snoring, seemingly shut out from the chaos of this voyage. I could feel his breath gently rolling down my forearm. 

My cock also wedged itself tightly between us two, prodding between his cushiony derriere. The thin layer of linen was unfortunately the only barrier between me and his bare skin. Which I drunkenly slid up to my tummy. Now my skin rested squarely against his silky mounds, my waist teetering back and forth, pleading to prod deeper and beyond into his compact crevice. 

I remember not hesitating to scooch up closer, gripping him tighter, and grinding up against him more impatiently. It felt so good, so nice to have my body finally melting into another's once again. 

My mind remained a bit congested on the accounts that led up to me penetrating my second mate, the delight I felt edging , popping in; thrusting my hips up against his body, my legs extended and my feet rubbing harshly against one another. Humping my way deeper, and further into his nearly new bottom, that seemly welcome the intrusion. 

I recollect the frustration in my futile attempts to drive my shaft even more into Richard as he slept but his opening would only allow but some much of me into it.  The cap of my swollen pecker and bit more skin is all I could manage. 

In all truths, it was all I needed for me to feel the pleasure of my deprived sack tightening and tumbling as my seed released into and ran a flow from my slumbering second hand. 

It would have been unfathomable for me to believe that I would relinquish my will to the devil and allow myself to be corrupted by lust, just a day before. I lashed myself across my back, until I could no longer feel the whips. I got down on both knees bent and prayed to my Lord and Savior for forgiveness and vowed to never drink another drop of rum. 

I now will set forth and assess the crew and ship as we shall be arriving at the African port shortly. 

Remarks on the Eve of April 18th 1789

Ship of his Majesty, Voyager; Captain William

Day 54 on route to Charleston, South Carolina

We succeeded in collecting the African cargo and we now have set sail to the Americas to deliver 450 slaves. 175 males, 225 women and 50 of their offspring. I'm sure the payment will be a hefty one. These uncivilized apes look right for working and should fetch top dollar on the auction block. 

We will need to do our best to keep them healthy during the voyage if we want maximum profit. With the previous complications, that money will be much well earned. The crew seems eager to get on with the second leg of the trip. I could sense their readiness to get home to their awaiting families back in England. 

Only a handful of the crew has been with me for the last couple of voyages, many of them new recruits on this trip. But now I feel as though I knew my crew well. Let's hope we don't lose any merchandise or crew to the sea this time. This stretch always seems to be the most treacherous. 

Our stay at the Caperton Port extended a day, due to the need for repairs as a result of that powerful storm we passed through over a week ago. Most of the crew stayed in the brothels to get their fill of the native women. I myself found a boarding house for Naval Captains and rested my head there. I too indulged in a visit with a local lady; one with big breasts and thighs. 

We laid down in the late hours of the evening and made love in my room. Inside her felt amazing, her body rising and falling in my lap like the tide. She cooed and hummed in her native tongue until I released my English seed deep into her African cooter; excusing her once I was done, so I could wash her essence off of me. I didn't want to feel unclean before bed. 

My lustful desires did not reside, they seem to have been flamed by her visit as though they weren't quenched. That's when I had the brilliant idea to send a note, with an invite for drinks in my room via a servant down to Richard who stayed on a lower level. 

He accepted and came up for a repeat of what had taken place just days earlier. We both over indulged on aged rum and passed out in my sheets. Only to awaken, to myself grinding hard up inside of him, the cot creaking with every powerful thrust. Richard laid there sleeping not making a sound, even as his elastic bum, extracted every bit of man juice from my body. I collapsed on the straw mattress, unable to breathe in the warm humid air. The exhaustion was well worth it. I needed to get my rest, since we set sail tomorrow morning. 

Remarks on the Eve of April 25th 1789

Ship of his Majesty, Voyager; Captain William

Day 61 on route to Charleston, South Carolina

Nothing but blue skies and seas as far as the eye can see from the ships deck as we set sail in the early morning. I will say this, if I never see this view again I wouldn't shed a tear, but that's sea life; long and mostly uneventful. A group of dolphins leaped, and swam along our ship. A premonition of safe travels, I pointed out the sight to the crew, assuring them that our luck will be much better this stretch of the voyage. This unquestionably seemed to have infused us all with a bit of morale.  No problems from the shipment as of yet, last report I received was they're all in good health. 

The winds are very favorable and we have generally seen good nots today, the dolphins are working their magic and I pray it keeps up. 

We have restocked, the supplies are above standard as a precaution for any unplanned near disasters. We also have a few new recruits to supplement the one lost during the first leg, hopefully these will prove to be more loyal than the last. I will close this entry full of optimism and glee. On to America.

Remarks on the Eve of April 30th 1789

Ship of his Majesty, Voyager; Captain William

Day 66 on route to Charleston, South Carolina

The ship weathered its first major storm two nights ago after the weather quickly changed and strong winds and rain became our scenery until today. The crew worked together well to prevent any major damage to the ship, also no lost cargo reported. A full inspection is to be done tomorrow by me and first hand Henry. I fear that this storm knocked fear into some of the older crew, scares from the first leg, but hopefully it won't impede on their spirit the rest of the trip A couple of uprisings have occurred below deck between the cargo and ship hands during the bad weather but that was squashed in a haste with swift punishments for all involved. . I tend to punish the trouble makers severely so as to not have any more of these disturbances.

I don't know why they would or where they would escape to, we are in the middle of the ocean and they probably couldn't comprehend the fact they weren’t able to swim back. They could try, but they wouldn’t make it, but it would be a loss for me and the crew, whose family depended on the funds from the voyages. It's important for us to keep them in order and alive, their resistance could cost even the King funds.

Remarks on the Eve of May 5th 1789

Ship of his Majesty, Voyager; Captain William

Day 72 on route to Charleston, South Carolina

Tonight the clouds have cleared after another bad storm hit us midday yesterday, clouds so black the sun disappeared turning the noon sky into night. Waves towering and crashing onto the ship. I'm sad to say we lost a crew member and some cargo to the sea storm. We searched for signs of him but with no luck. The shipment below has no losses there. I'm not sure how many more of these storms the ship or the crew can take. 

The sailor who we lost in the storm son visited me for consoling last night. I guess the loneliness is getting to me because I'm beginning to have impure thoughts about his slim yet muscular frame. And what it would feel like to have him lay with me. I'm not sure what has come over me, I may need to remain in bed or seek medicine from the ship doctor like last time. 

But instead me and Richard somehow found ourselves in bed once again, making what I would describe as love. We touched and caressed each other's body, my hands following his curves as though as if he himself was a woman. He took control, laying me on my back, taking my member between his lips. Stroking up and down using only his mouth. I had never in all my days felt such amazement. His mouth was so warm, and soft. It felt like my penis was engulfed in soft moist lambs fur. I moaned, twisted, and turned as my cabin rocked with the ship.  

Richard climbed up to my waist, sitting up on my stomach, reaching back and grabbing my penis in his hand, spreading the spit all over it then slowly pushed himself down. Deliberately skewering his buttocks onto my pole. It took time for him to get it right and me inside him. It was worth it; the moment my mushroom broke through his seal, my world opened up to an unimaginable world of sensation. It was unbelievable,  incredible, I couldn't contain myself this time, leaping my dick into his slippery slot. I released inside him so very quickly this time, quicker than most other times. We retired in each other's arms that night until the day broke. 

Remarks on the Eve of May 12th 1789

Ship of his Majesty, Voyager; Captain William

Day 79 on route to Charleston, South Carolina

I record this day having unsuccessfully fended off a revolt on the ship, by the shackled Africans. A handful were able to escape the night, how? None of us are sure, I was awakened with a blade to the neck and a dark figure standing over me. To say I was stunned would be an understatement, I was overflowing with confusion and anxiety not knowing the state of the crew, whether they were dead or alive, hopefully the latter. 

The man stood over me yelling in his native language, his thick red blood dripping down onto my face. His voice bellowed in my face a dialect I did not understand, even more fright added to this already jarring experience. He tried to yank me out of bed but I held on to the sheets, instead ripped off my nightshirt and fell back hard on the wooden floor. I tried to escape out the door but the African stuck his foot between my moving ankles, tumbling my face first into the mahogany wall, immediately falling down to the floor then gripping my throbbing face. I was disoriented and could hear the yells and screams coming from the opposite side of the door. 

I looked up from between my fingers to see his sturdy body, towering in front of the thick wooden door. This ape was barricading me into my own cabin, torturing me with the wails of my crew members. I was essentially useless being blocked by his tall, muscular frame. His body was dripping in sweat, and the light from my melting candle glimmering off his blood drenched cuts; leaking blood that drizzled down to his stained loincloth. From his intimidating appearance, the African must have really fought his way to be in my cabin which terrified me down to my very core. 

I admittedly cowarded there at his feet, begging for my life, in the hopes that I could be spared and possibly save my crew. We weren't killed but we were chained and forced to turn the ship around, that’s not at all the worst of it. We were stored below deck in the very same holding as the now freed African, it was putrid conditions there, and we spent nights there, sleeping in each other's piss and shit. 

Before I was captured by the African, while he still blocked my exit, he unexpectedly lounged at my naked body while I was still discombobulated on the floor, gliding through the warm, humid air, tackling me back onto the hardwood planks, with a loud rubble and restraining me to the floor. Like a Jester, he pulled twined rope from seemingly nowhere, quickly tying my hands together at the wrist.

The towering man, rested his weight squarely down on my chest, mumbling angrily and fast in his native tongue as continued to restrained me. Erupting with fear, I yelled out for anyone to hear. “HELPPPPPP! HELPPPPPP!” No one came to my rescue, I tried again with the same amount of return. My heart sank into the pit of my gut when the light in my mind flickered out and realized I was probably going to die right there and I assumed it would be shortly.

Hysterically, my voice once again belted out for anyone, anything that could save me; I didn't want to die by the hand of this filthy creature. My mouth hung open, blaring out any noise to deter him from attacking and killing me. Swiftly he shuffled his body up chest, his warm, sweaty, gritty bare ass wiping across my upper body; the African stopping and sitting on my Adams apple. I felt like I was suffocating, the pressure of him pinning me in place as he rested his solid weight on my neck. I tried to fight my way loose but it was obviously a futile effort.

My mouth hung open but not a noise could escape my throat. He looked down at me, an image of a shadow with teeth he was, my body trembled between his thighs and his distractingly white chopper shined down on me deviously. The African rummage under the filthy cloth covering his groin, rummaging his hand around in advance of him lifting his loincloth and revealing his long, towering, black snake and striking my face repeatedly before resting the shaft down the length of my face, reaching from my chin, to the crest of my forehead. I was agasp when he once again pounded the dense meat against my skull. 

My brain rattled in my skull, as his appendage grew hard as steel, the more his battered my face. He gleamed and seemed giddy about the abuse. I couldn't resist, his weight and strength simply overpowered my restrained body. I struggled and shifted but I was helpless to him and the incoming  invasion of his dick into my mouth. I screamed and screamed, as he held my head steady, somehow prying my mouth by the top and lower jaws with both of his hands. Descending down and muffling the shrieks as he filled up my jaws with his sweaty, dirty, sour tasting prick. 

Instantly I regurgitated, nearly choking on my own vomit as he forced his way down through and inside my puke coated neck. I figured I would just die there, not being able to breath out or gasp in; even with my lungs burning from the lack of air, I tossed and flopped around, frantically wanting to escape perceived death. I was so scared that I would die with this trash in my throat. I didn’t want to be remembered like this, this would not be my legacy. So I stopped struggling and just let the African have his way with me, I figured that would be the only way to survive this assault. I was right…

He plunged in and out of my face with such intent that he continued banging my skull against the grain of the plank, right into a headache. I didn't struggle, I laid there doing the best I could not to resist and try to live through this unauthorized oral invasion, so I could hopefully in return safe myself and others. I had to restrain myself from regurgitating every time my mind processed the fact that I had this black thing flailing between my lips. I couldn’t figure out why the Lord would punish me in such a way, to let such a vile creature have this dominion over me, in such a crude and devious manner. I wept quickly, as my throat, lips, and jaw became sore as the trouncing continued for longer  than I could imagine but I was lacking the ability to change my circumstances. 

The African forced me to lay there, with no given permission to assault me into his prick dredged up the disgusting milk from his low hanging sack that pulsated under my chin into my open throat. Instinctively I hacked and coughed up as much as I could, while he stood over me grinning and very amused. 

Following this all out devilish behavior, the African dragged me through the ship, shackled my ankles right before he threw my body down the stairs into the holding area that once housed the Africans. Where I was only shortly reunited with the rest of my crew, who all were badly beaten and injured. 

That arrangement lasted for only a few nights before I was forced removed from the rest of the men and I'm currently chained to the frame of my bed, after being removed from the lower level of the ship where the rest of the crew. At this moment I believe we are on route back to Africa. 

God help us. 

Remarks on the Eve of May 16th 1789

Ship of his Majesty, Voyager; Captain William

Day 83 on route to Charleston, Unknown

Days have passed and the ship is still under the control of the Africans. I've been chained in my cabin for days, with the capturers bringing me bread and water throughout the day. Fortunately, the shackle and chain around my neck gives me just enough freedom to use the head on my own.

The language barrier between myself and the Africans made it basically impossible for me to receive updates, my pleas either went unheard or understood. My grand cabin has now become my prison, the chain that trails through a hole in the wall, only allows me minimum movement even amongst the cabin. The frustration of not knowing the status of my team, whether any of these men are still alive or dead is agonizing.

The feeling, only second to the seemingly ritualistic act of forcefully deflowering me, repeatedly in the presence of the moon. On the initial night that I returned to the cabin, I laid wide awake in my bed when the thudding of feet approached the threshold of the door. I turned over on my side imitating sleep; from my eyes gently closed, all the way down to a soft snore, as the thick wooden door creaked open.

I lacked my eyelids tight, as the steps creaked closer and closer. I took the daring initiative to crack open my eyes to see the African eye lash to eye lash with me. I froze, no breathing, no snoring.

I quickly reminded myself that I must continue to keep up the charade that I was indeed asleep. The act became even more imperative when he stood up and away from my trembling body, that's when I viewed him brandishing a long searing blade. Sweat instantly began to bead on my forehead, as the man talked among himself.

Which instantly instills an immeasurable amount of fear into my heart, at the same time my immediate thought was to fight off the man and try to escape. Shockingly he turned and walked out the room, leaving me stunned, confused, yet relieved that he left me there in the bed; alive.

The African imposed solitary confinement didn't last as long as I hoped it would, not a full minute later did those footsteps return and I restarted my charade. The African walked in, directly up to the side of the bed and rolled me over on my stomach.

I hollered out a dreadful sound, and he quickly muted me by pressing the sharp blade against my airway. I shook with fear, the fear that this would be my last moments on earth. Humiliated and tied up on a soiled bed. A once great Captain reduced to a captured sailor. One that I was surely about to be killed, stabbed there in the back or neck sliced clean off.

I froze as the African climbed on the bed, removing the blade from my neck, then tethering first my wrist before moving onto my ankles. The mattress creaked and groaned with unseen movements of the African behind my back, then suddenly his hand appeared, melting into the padding near my head.

A sharp pain shot and radiated up my spine, down to the very tips of my limbs. I was immobilized as the African brutally pounced on my body with both his fist anchored on either side of my temples. Thrusting animalistically into my clenched thin frame while he grunted loudly behind my unruly hair. I laid there in debilitating pain, taking everything piercing lunge into the center of my hemorrhaging buttocks.

I laid there silently weeping, repulsively entranced by the rhythm of his body colliding against the crest of my back. Dividing me on the inside much like Moses achieved with the Red Sea.

Each and every plummet felt as though he delved deeper than my very soul. My body would tense up in preparation, I even squirmed and swiggled around, trying to lessen the impact but I knew I wasn't able to avoid the stabbing pain he just thrusted into me repeatedly, with increased intensity. Slanging his massive cock in and out of my slaughtered buttock, no slack was given to my backside until he was thoroughly empty of his semen.

The African didn't take one moment to rest, his sweat body rolled off of me onto its feet. He didn't even glance back at my pitiful body as he exited the door. Leaving me there in restraints.

The next morning he returned but this time he wasn't alone; he had two other Africans trailing in the door behind him. It would be difficult to defrienciate between the three only through descriptive features. The second African was shorter, aged and a bit more stockier; he would have fetch a nice pence. The third, looked to be amongst the same years as the first, slightly leaner and higher; this one was already stroking himself under his thin loincloth. Immediately, I knew that breakfast wasn't what they were delivering.

No words escaped out of their mouths as they approached me; shaking, curled up, hungry and exhausted in the nude. The musk of African still exuding from my pores. They stepped in unison, their legs and arms bulging as they almost glide across the flooring.

Refusal wasn't a thought, nor was it possible. The three men walked up and grabbed me, twisting and flipping me into the position that best suited them. I didn't put up any resistance, even as the older African pride opened my jaw, motioning his companion to come in closer, he obeyed the unspoken command, shuffling over towards my skull with haste.

My mind was dazed and away, surely trying to remove my consciousness from the trauma currently in work on me. The other African lifted my legs up, driving back my kneecaps into my pecs, at the same time another leant over my head, the cotton of his cloth brushing across my nose moments before a pound of flesh crashed into my cheek. The mound swelled and hardened down the side of my face, the top of his penis tugged on my rugged skin as it descended towards the hay filled padding.

Then he started to fill my mouth as his friend continued to latch open my mouth by the teeth. The corners ached and the white of my pupils began to pool the more and more his cock elasticated my interior of the throat, in a way that wasn't ever intended. My mouth overran with spit and flem which seemed to excite him more extensively as he began to twist and buck his way further into the reaches of my chest. His penis was easier to digest than his friend from last night, whose horse cock nearly opened up the rear of my skull.

That same tall, beefy, African penetrated me quickly, similar to last time; my knees. carving into my chest while he, like a jack rabbit, hopping up and down through me at lightning speeds. Seemingly to jerk his massive prick off, substituting my intestines for his hands. He huffed and puffed, while his buddy pummeled my lips until they cracked and bled, and his testicles beat in my cheek and the other, the drummed crease of my ass.

I couldn't cry out, I couldn't gag, I couldn't breathe. I relied on their mercy and discretion for my continued living, which they seemed to care little about. The African shoes his friend out the way, and swung his leg across my face, resting his knees near my earlobes, pushing all his weight into my mouth until nothing was left to push in. I laid there trying to flaily my arms, I tried to twist and turn my head but that too was futile. I then froze and laid there, knowing I was going to die with the direction of these brutal animals tearing me apart from inside out.

I wept in silence as the men rotated themselves, shuffling between my holes as though I were a child's game. The next African pushed inside me something so thick, I could have mistaken that he was redistributing with a branch, the lining of my bowels extending to the point I felt there were going to explode.

Thankfully this one extended my patience and time to adjust to his girth. Which was an extreme task to manage when it felt as though I was being pogo’d around on a baseball bat. Which tricked my mind in forgetting that a prick the size of a child's forearm rammed my tonsils at the very same time. Sensually rolling his hips into my face, I caught a breath at any chance I could. Until he called his body up around my face, intruding into my airway, until his dick head rested near my heartbeat. Throbbing in unison with my heart, spewing his seed into my stomach, mouth completely. Then they switched.

The next pounded the bottom of my stomach until he inevitably released his fluids into me, same as the others. They continued this rotation until the sun was high in the sky before giving me a bowl of mush to gobble down and giving my fatigued husk a chance to recuperate.

I only hope that they don't return this evening. I just didn't know if my body could handle the abuse.

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Content Warning

This work of fiction contains extreme violence, sexual assault, coercion, and other disturbing themes. It is intended for mature audiences only.

Author’s Note

This is a work of fiction written from the perspective of an unreliable narrator. The views and actions depicted do not reflect my own. The story intentionally explores brutality and moral collapse without endorsement.

“It's hot as fuck out here man, I'm on this corner trying to make this cash and this hoe on me bout these other bitches. I'm out here tryna stay above ground and shit!” Moses complained as me and my boys laughed and shook our heads in agreement. “Leave the bitch man.” Is the advice I had for him. Here goes this nigga Rodney, who comes prancing up to us as we sat on the wall by the corner store, interrupting me as I text my little brother. “Aye man, let me holla at you.” He starts off with, ‘Can I get another week to pay you back that cash I owe you?” My attention immediately redirected back to my phone and my lips stayed mum. 

“I know how you are about repayments.” He continues.

I looked up from my device, right at him, directly in his eyes. Everyone around us suddenly turned silent. “So why are you playing me then?” I asked him and with a slight smirk on my face. Rodney quickly replied “I'm not playing, I really just need more time. and our momma's are like cousins, give a nigga a break. You go kill me over a couple hundred dollars?” 

I gave him a blank silent stare. He punched me on the shoulder, “Thank you Fam.” and walked off. 

A couple days later, I was over at my mom's house, picking up a plate for dinner; when I overheard her talking with Rodneys mom, she told my mother that he was going out of town for a week with his boys to celebrate the upcoming holiday. That didn't sit well with me, being that he owed me my money. Even worse it felt as though he was taking advantage because we were basically family. 

“Laura, he’s going where?” My mom chirped over the phone. “Saint Barts. That sounds very expensive.” She said with so much concern in her voice that I nearly thought she was owed money from him too. 

As soon as she hung up the phone, my momma told me everything about his trip, without me ever parting my lips. 

“That job of his must pay him real good, he’s going to Saint Barts for a week. She reiterated. “That’s nice Ma. I told her, with my blood simmering in my veins. 

Over a week would pass before I mistakenly ran into my ‘Cousins’ mom at the grocery store, walking down the bread aisle. “Hey, Auntie.” I smiled, lugging a cart full of food for my mom to cook.  

“Heyyyy.” She said leaning in to give me a hug. “I was just talking to your Mama before I came in here.” She blabbered. “You know Rod will be back in town the day after tomorrow?” Auntie told me, before going on to tell me about the rest of her kids. Most of whom I still hang out with just above every day. Out of respect, I stood there and listened, I even paid for her groceries on my way out. 

After seeing Auntie I hatched my plan to get my money back. I just had to wait for him to return in order to fully implement it. 

A couple days later…

Imagine how surprised he was to walk his home and find me sitting in his mostly bare living room on a black folding chair. 

His eyes grew to the size of watermelon melons as he stumbled over his words in an attempt to greet me. 

“Hea Hea Hea-loooo” he sounded out, tripping over his syllables. He stood there looking as though he was trying to find his mind and plug it in so it could process what he was seeing. Rod knew he fucked up, and he was terrified of the consequences. 

See what happened was, the day before he returned from his trip, I hired a couple guys, one who owed me a lot of money and had them meet me at Rodney house.

When the two guys arrived I instructed them to “remove everything from the house. Put it in the back yard.” To be honest they both looked shook at the task ahead. “It'll be worth it, I promise. All this work will pay off.” 

“Move all this shit out of this house except for a mattress top. Leave it in the living room so I'll have somewhere to sleep.” I told the pair. I had them leave it right in the middle of the room. Everything else has to go, when I say everything I mean everything including the kitchen sink and cabinets. This Motherfucka had to learn I'm not the one to be fucked up with, family or not. I almost had them take out the dry wall but I stopped the impulse.

At the end of the day, I sent Lorenzo, the skinny ass out with $100 and told him to bring back a couple fried chicken dinners, a honey for him and something to drink. He left to do what I asked. I wasn't worried about him not coming back, he wanted more money and I knew he would be back. 

The other worker nearly became a problem, when I asked him to let me tie up his hands and blind fold him. Expectantly he had major reservations about this, well until I pulled out one of my two pistols on his muscular ass. All because he couldn't understand what kind of requests I gave him, he told me he thought he was coming there to work off some of his debt, or even get paid. I never said that. Not once. 

He was about to work off his debt, but not in the way he expected, but that little bit of work wasn't in my eyes then fulfilling his debts. 

The predicament really started when Lorenzo left. I asked the other worker if he wanted to knock some of his debt. 

“I thought that's what I was doing now.” Was his response. 

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“Yeah but I'm talking about a substantial amount.” His attention was mine with those few words. 

“How can I do that? That would help me out a lot, especially in this economy.” 

But when I told him what I wanted him to do, the look of intrigue hastily descended into pure anger and disgust.

“Who!?” he roared, stomping around the room like that was supposed to faze me. 

“June Bug, bro you owe me don't you?” I asked his big, swole, muscular, farm hand, looking ass only getting a stupid ass answer. “Yeah but I'm working that shit off now.” 

Bewildered, I just for a moment simply stared into his dark brown eyes, that were attached to his jet black face until I found the right words to say. 

“You think that was $25k worth of work?” I confronted him very plainly. “Hell FUCK YEAH! What the fuck you mean, we emptied out your whole house.” 

“Yeah but this is only a 2/2.” I explained,  undeterred and shrugged my shoulders. That's when June Bug took a step towards me and I removed my first pistol. 

“Chill man, let's not get messy here. I don't want this to turn into a clean up job.” I told him unfazed by his aggression, and he froze in place. “You think I would do some fuck shit like that, just to wipe out my debt, HELL FUCK NO.” asked the other worker, "June Bug, do you have an issue with my command. It seems to me that you do. That's very upsetting for me. After I gave you an opportunity to pay me back some of MY money and you refuse my offer.” Helllll yeah, I do! I ain't sucking no one's dick, not to wipe out a debt, pay a debt, or clear a debt. Fuck you and fuck this.” He yelled in this country drawl. 

He started to take a step towards the door and I let a shot ring out, ricocheting inches from his big toe. He lunged back hopping around on one foot at a time. 

“What the fuck, you almost shot me!” He howled and I laughed, while cocking the pistol once more. 

I squinted my left eye, the. smiled before asking if June Bug was “Ready?” and pulled out my other pistol at this time, just to make things interesting. “Let me try a shot now.” My other hand struggled to angel the gun right. June Bug froze, and stood there, staring at me in utter disbelief.

Once the fear left his eyes, June Bug calmly asked.

“So I have to suck a dick in order to pay back my debt?”

“Yeah, something like that.” I responded, more nonchalant than I had anticipated. Still squinting my eyes and pointing my guns. This was a big nigga. 

“I don't think I can do that. I'll just pay you back the money dude.” June Bug confessed throwing both hands up as a sign of surrender. 

Unpleased with his offer, I walked up and pressed the steel barrel to his forehead. “Will you do it for your life? I've been waiting four years for you to pay me back even $100 dollars of my money back. Have I gotten anything from you? Anything at all?” I grilled him while twisting the metal into his temple.

“No.” He concluded as his top lip began to quiver. 

“So it's either your life or you do what I say. Now open up and drink this before I blow a tunnel in your forehead. June Bugs eyes flung open, nearly as quickly as his mouth. That's when I reached in my front pocket and pulled out a small vial of liquid, unscrewed the top and poured the contents into his mouth. 

“Swallow.” It was the only word I spoke. 

He reluctantly swallowed the solution then asked, “What was that?”

“A little late to ask that, don't you think?”

“Man, what the fuck was that you gave me!” His voice rising. 

“Chill, when Lorenzo gets back I want you to put on a show for me. Entertain me.” I tell him, passing over his question.

“What was that?” He asked more calmly. 

“I want you two to act out a porn scene for me.” I told him and he immediately said “No. I'm not doing that.” 

“I don't even want to think about what you mean by that,” June Bug continued, as did I. “I want you to play the female…” 

“THE FEMALE!” He shouted, and I calmly confirmed, “Yes the woman, I want you to come crawling in the room crawling.” 

“Crawling!” 

“Yeah, crawling in, up to him on the mattress but I want him blindfolded. I don't want him to know it's a man sucking his dick.” I explained,

He started shaking his head in disagreement, disgust, and I even saw a bit of disappointment. 

“No, no, no, no, no, NO! I'm not doing no gay ass fuck shit like that. I'm a man bro and you trying me like a bitch, you can blow my brains out right here but I will not be sucking no nigga dick! Not today, tomorrow or the days after. So kill me.”

“Cool.” I told him. Lowering my guns, after hearing him cough once. 

“It's working.” I purred. My smile now beaming with joy as he coughs once more.

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A look of sickness and tiredness became his expression. “What was that…” he hacked. 

“That was poison I gave you.” I said very mockingly, as another cough echoed from his chest, then a set.

A look of defeat wandered over his face, “So do the porn and I'll give you the antidote. I don't want to argue. Just do what a woman would do with a man in a porn. I don't want to have to give directions, you know what a female does with a dick, do that. He will be blindfolded and you can be too if that makes you comfortable.” 

Then came my favorite part, a tear, just one squeezed out his eye and ran down his cheek.

June Bug took an exorbitantly deep breath and closed his eyes during the release.

“All I have to do is suck his dick?” He asked. Stupidly if you ask me. 

“Of course not, they're not only sucking dick in the movies I watch. 

A repeat of that deep breath returned before he spoke. “Why are you doing this? I don't understand, why the fuck you want I see some shit like this man, like what the fuck man, I'm a man, he's a man, I love women, not men. What the fuck is wrong with you!” 

“Do you want me to lube you up or him?” I asked him, disregarding his whole rant. 

That's when he lunged at me, like a quick draw; my pistol and came out quicker than his second step. 

He froze. As I cocked my gun

“Dont let your kids never get to see you again.” I explicitly stated before asking him once more. “Him or me.” 

When he didn't answer, I took it as his mind wasn't made up and that he still wasn't fully convinced so I beat him across the head with the base of my gun and knocked him out, then dragged his limp body into one of the emptied bedrooms. That's when I took the time to strip him of his clothes and shackled his hands and feet together with about a yard of chains hooked to cuffs that secured his hand and ankles. His thick body spread out on the cold floor, his limp uncut dick dangling from his unkept bush. 

Once his limps were secure, I slapped him around his face until his eyes slowly cracked open, fluttering like the wings of a butterfly coming out of a fresh cocoon. 

I slapped him one more time because I needed him awake and his eyes shot open this time and that's when I had a short conversation with him and by the end of it, he was prepared to act out my fantasy. He didn't want a grenade stuffed in his mouth, which I took out of my utility bag. He agreed that he'd rather have a dick there instead. I reinforced the fact that I did not care about him never sucking a dick, or even taking one. Do as I say and “you won't die.” Was the gist of it.

Once Lorenzo returned with the food, sweaty from trekking in the 95 degree weather; his thin, flimsy, grey shirt and dirty blue jeans, drenched in sweat. Naturally he questioned where June Bug had disappeared too. I explained that he'd finished up for the night and like I explained to him earlier, I had a bitch for him, since I was short on the money. 

I told him that I had June Bug leave before she got here. “She is in the other room, getting ready. 

“She is trying to take some dick. Imma blindfold you though, because you know the hoe and she doesn't want you to know she is doing this.” I explained and surprisingly he was very easy to convince and without hesitation let me tie the cloth around his eyes, then once blind; he quickly undressed once I said “I'm out of the room, I'm letting her in.” 

I opened the door and waved for June Bug, who like a good boy came out crawling on all fours, over to the mattress that laid out in the middle of the room. Lorenzo was birthing naked, stretched out, his dick curling down over his chunky nuts, down on to the bed. A very long and hairy dick, his legs and chest had hair everywhere. This astonishing dick looked as if it could shame a stallion. 

The empty room filled with an aroma of funk, filth, and outside; the fumes perforating from his hairy ass balls, it just engulfed the room. I almost felt as though I needed a gas mask or something just to breathe. I myself nearly gagged even as I pointed for June Bug to go over closer to the mattress. 

“Action!” I whispered. The look of pure hate that emanated from his eyes was extremely intense and I basked right in it, using my two hands to shoe him on towards the direction of the bed.

With a grim look on his face, he shuffled his hands and knees, over the hard, ceramic tile, inching his way towards the putrid, sweaty body. 

When June Bug finally made it to the side of the mattress, he sat there for a moment, then glared over at me, with a gloomy expression at my illuminated smile as though he wanted me to command him to stop. 

I encouraged him silently, motioning for him to continue. 

He hesitantly crawled onto the pillow top, my eyes lids extended as he inched closer to those long, lean, smelly limbs. His body moved like a sloth in the hunt for a snack, I was growing impatient. But I stayed quiet.

The other star of this show, laid there spread out and open, rubbing on his bird like chest. And as soon as June Bugs hand imprinted on the mattress, Lorenzo must have felt the movement, because as soon as that happened his hand slid down his chest, down to his dick where he started to stroke his dick before he uttered…

“Mmm, baby I can’t wait for you to eat up this dick.” He dick grew substantially between the palm of his hand, his sack engorging to the size of a tennis ball.

“Dont take your time sweety, this dick hard and ready.” He aired, while slapping his meat head into his hand. June Bug looked as though he was going to throw at the very sight of all the steel pendling in front of him. He held it at the base, and it stood up like a brown flag pole. 

“What you waiting for baby, it's been a long time since I've had some pussy, being out there with no home, so I really appreciate this.” He confessed.

“No home?” June Bug mouthed in my direction, to which I nodded my head and smiled. 

“Action.” I mouthed with a grin. 

To be honest, June Bug was very hesitant and it took nearly too long for him to start sucking on the other guy, to which he began badly. “No teeth.” Lorenzo purred, rubbing his hand down June Bugs back. 

He started off bobbing his lips around on the head of the mans dick, all stiff and boring. I'm assuming the look of displeasure on my face and me sitting the grenade on my lap, immediately enhanced his oral technique.

 I witnessed his mouth start to inch lower and farther on that tremendous pole, his spit scrolling down the veins and poll around the bushy base. Just as I was starting to enjoy the sight, Lorenzo removed his schlong from June Bugs jaws, then lifted up and sat up on the mattress. 

‘Intriguing’ I thought to myself. 

“Come here.” Lorenzo demanded, pulling June Bugs beefy body closer to him, rubbing down the mans back to his thighs and ass. 

“Damnnn, you thick…,” He groaned, feeling all over the felons bubble butt; no doubt obtained through genetics and toned by prison squats. 

By this time, my dick is rock hard, tenting my blue jeans. I sat back in the chair, as June Bugs stayed there, perched over on all fours; hands and knees waiting for the inevitable. 

The restraint I secured as June Bug peers in my direction, not flicking a muscle while Loren positioned himself behind him and proceeded to make his tree trunk of a dick, disappear into the depths of this mans bowels. 

Eventually I had no choice but to pull all this dick from out of my jeans and gently lay it on my thigh, thinking to myself ‘You should have just paid me my money.’ As the show continued. 

At the same time, the blindfolded man explored the hind regions of my indebted friend. Running his hand in-between the crevice of June Bugs booty cheeks. 

“Damn that shit feels like it might just be tight.’ He mumbled 

As his hand traveled further into the depths of his ass crack, towards June Bugs ‘coochie’ his hand suddenly stopped, his head jerked back, and he sat there still for a moment before his shoulders shrugged, then his hand reversed backwards towards the bootyhole. 

“That pussy hot and ready.” Lorenzo exclaims, slapping June Bug on the ass and that shit shook a bit, before his fingers returned to his hole, twirling them around from what I could see. He was still bent over on all fours, ass in the air, his stern face looking over at mine painted with Glee. 

Lorenzo wasted no time in getting up on the mattress, moving around on his knees while positioning his ‘coochie’ how he wanted before he dropped a couple globs of spit, into his unopened rosebud; then lined himself up behind his co-star. He pulled apart June Bugs' cheeks, and that pole of a dick slowly tried to nudge its way into but there was resistance. That was to be expected, but oh Lorenzo pushed through and his waist jolted forward as he deflowered that rose. A deep grunt rubble up June Bugs chest and out his nose. My dick was pleading for a beating after witnessing that. 

Lorenzo edged his way in, lining his dick with globs of spit, seemingly to invade his trunk with about a foot of pipe. 

Retracting his hips a smidge before moving forward, deeper and farther into him with more and more of his meat disappearing with every thrust. “Ahhh yesss, baby this pussy is so tight!” He blasted out, swirling his hips side to side as the last piece of his appendage rested way up in his gut. 

June Bug never stopped glaring my way, not even as Lorenzo's tree trunk of a dick burrowed into his stomach, surely to leave him gaped open by the end of this. 

Which came sooner than I thought, because while I enjoying the echos of that man's balls slapping against the guoch of June Bug; I watched as Lorenzos boy froze up stiff and he let out a deep, guttural groan while from my view it look as though his balls pulsated and flung glob of cum into this mans tummy. 

Once he was emptied out inside his co-star, he removed his dick from June Bug; it flopping out and his hole squirting out cum behind it. Lorenzo then found his dirty clothes bunched up by the mattress, then stumbled around to put them on; and he simply left. Not a word was spoken to his cum canister before his exit, which very much shocked me. 

I didn't get to catch my nut because I made a quick exit before he removed his mask and replaced his clothes on his body. 

It had crossed my mind to find myself off inside June Bug but I decided against it, instead I informed him that he should have my money sooner than later before leaving him there on that mattress, still silent, still glaring. 

The next day… I went back to the house, and sat in there for hours. 

In the living room, I sat in the back corner of the room.until I heard  keys jiggling as they tried to unlock the door, then I watched as the handle turned and he walked into the house. His mouth immediately flipped wide open, and his eyes shot open as far as the skin would allow, an absolute moment of silence probably caused by shock. 

“Mannnnnnnnn!” all I heard was “What the FUCK!!!” I smile slowly crept across my face. As I stood up and walked from the back of the room. His eyes immediately shifted my way, and a look of his soul retreating from his body took over. 

As soon as he seen me, he knew he had fucked up. “Cuzzz?! Cuz!!!” He let out looking both shocked and scared. “I'm going to get your money.” He said dropping to his knees and throwing his hands together and interlocking his fingers as he pleaded. 

I said not a word, I just reached in my back pocket as I made it to him, pulling out a set of handcuffs then latched them around his wrist. “No cuz, no! Please don't kill me.” He begged! “Please Man!” I shook my head in disgrace, while he begged for his life. 

He cried and sniffled, “Don't kill me Cuz, don't kill me.” For a good hour, which finally ended up causing me kick him in the chest and say, “I'm not going to kill you, now shut the FUCK up and lay down!” He did just that, gasping for air on the floor. 

Once he regained his breath, Rodney did just as he was told and laid there quiet for all of five seconds then it was “What you go do to me? Why are you doing this? We are family Jarold! I really got fed up and ripped off his tank top, then tore it in half; taking one piece, encasing his eyes only after I proceeded to wrap it around his mouth, gagging and finally quieting him up. 

I looked down at my watch, it was almost that time. I got him ready by taking off the rest of his clothes, while he tried to howl through the shirt stuffed in his mouth then laid him flat on his stomach and tied one end of the rope to his left ankle with about three feet loose in the middle, then I tied the other half to his right ankle. 

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Just as I finished tying the knot, there was a knock on the door, then it opened and I heard someone step in. “Hello?” A thin voice echoed from the front room. 

This skinny, almost boney, white guy with rectangular black glasses walked into the livingroom, reaching into his pocket, pulling out then handing me 30 dollars, all while his attention was never removed from Rodneys blindfolded, his bound and restricted body. 

He immediately began to remove his dingy white shirt by lifting it over his head then he continued to undress. Noticing what was going on Rodney started squirming and kicking his legs, attempting to yell through the makeshift gag. 

‘You sure this is what he's into, he looks to be crying.” The walking matchstick asked. “It's part of his act.” I replied swiftly. The customer looked at me as though he was unsure of my explanation but nonetheless he kneeled behind Rodney buff booty after removing his slender legs from his dusty blue jeans. 

Suddenly, I see my cousin flipped over on his back, kicking and flailing his legs in the air, managing to the white dude directly in his chest. He flew back, flying off the mattress into the deconstructed wall and slid across the dusty floor. Both shocked and amused I keep my composure, even though a smirk snuck in there. 

The white guy laid on his back gasping for air, with his hand over his chest. I walked over to help him up but another knock on the door echoed through the house. So I changed course, I opened the door to see a chubby dread headed midnight black man standing there. “I'm here about the ad.” I simply replied, “Payment?”With my hand reached out. After we completed our transaction he was free to transact with the ass in front of him,  I stepped to the side and opened the mattress to him. 

He wasted no time stripping his clothes off, and falling into the bed with Rodney, I came up behind him gazing at his fluffy, Michelin man body as he molested the hog tied man laid out in the middle of the bed, when he suddenly looked over at the other guy and asked. “Which one?” He was looking somewhat confused at seeing them both laying there, one stretched out on the floor and the other one immobilized on the mattress. 

“That one on the mattress, the other one a little extra.” I told him, why shouldn't I make a buck off the white boy too. With that said he went to his pants and returned with more money, “That good?” I nodded my head. He walked up to my cousin, then to my surprise, sat directly on his face with all his weight. I just knew he was going to kill him. l stood there stunned, as the chub started playing with Rodney's dick, leaning forward, slipping the head of his flaccid dick right between his full lips. His big boned ass rocked back and forth, all while sucking on his faceless head.  

Who screams were even more muffled under the weight. The big boy sucked and sucked but the dick wouldn't unsoften it and refused to not only stay hard but would revert from being soft, by this time the Caucasian had regained consciousness and the white boy stood there staring at me like I was supposed to help him interject or something. 

He tapped the hefty black man on his shoulder, ‘Can I join?” He asked him, and the dude shook his head. 

‘Yea.’ He responded, breathing heavily. 

Then he lifted up, unwrapping his booty cheeks from around Rodney's head and signalled for the other guy to help flip my cousin. They both started to struggle as they eventually turned him over on his stomach, “That ass looks nice, ain't it?” The black man asked, flopping down on their soon to be victims back; He looked over to the white one, gripping a handful of ass in the moment, shaking it harshly. “Ain't it!?”

The skinny one nodded his head and smiled in agreement. "Well get some." The big boy told him, stretching open Rodney's ass cheeks apart, and appearing his hairy man pussy. 

My cousin jerked, and twisted but with the weight on his back he was helpless as the lube squirted out the container, splashing between his ass, and the big man clapping his cheeks together a few times before parting them slowly.

“Yeaaaaaaaah that booty looking niceeee “ He mumbled, looking entranced and in awe. The white guy spread open Rodneys knees then lifted up his waist. The Black man sat on top of him, right below his shoulder blades. His ass-crack, brushing the back of Rodney's head. To my surprise the big black reached down, grabbing my family member's dick from the back, pulling it up past his balls and ass hole, guiding his noggin on to it slowly. 

First licking then gently nibbling on the head, Rodney's eyes grew ten times their normal size and a grunt that could wake up the dead pierce through the gag, but that didn't stop the White customer climbing between his legs and attempting to slip his long pen like dick inside Rodney. 

The first try didn't go so well, so he tried again; the same with the second attempt. On the third go he added more lube, moving the black guy's head in order to get the solution to its intended target. Then he repositioned Rodneys knees and told the Black guy to hold open the ass cheeks while he tried to go inside him again. 

This time it worked, as I stood there, gleaming as this white scrawny dude, split my peoples guts like Moses did the red sea. 

“So more.” He said, telling the black man to open him up even more as the sweat started to form on his forehead. 

The white guy swiveled those hips around, dancing the dick into Rodney. Once he got his groove, dude went jabbing inside my cousin even deeper, so far so his nuts almost caressed the spread open ass cheeks “Yeah buddy, the ass is, it's very tight. I can barely get my cock all the way in.” The white guy confessed to which The fat boy reached over and squirted more lube on Rodneys ass while the white dude still had dick in, then pushed the white boy out the way. 

“Let me try some then.” He said as he got up off Rodneys back and shifted around, pushing down on his back with his hands as he traveled down my Aunties Son back. Until he was on his knees behind him with his thick stubby dick trying to penetrate the hole, which he did, throwing his dick roughly inside him, no inched in here. 

The funny thing is my cousin didn't fight, he, like June Bug just stared me directly in my eyes as his anal virginity continued to be demolished. I stared back with a smile and money in my hand. Waving it back and forth as I watched gleefully as his face tightened up into an angry ball and tears began to scroll down his face.

I felt nothing, if he would have had my money then this would not be happening to him.

“Oh yeah.” Grunted the black one, “This ass feels like it's untouched for a while.” The big one worked him open, twisting and turning his hips, taking his time to get all the way in him, stuffing that chunky meat into his tiny hole. Ramming his dick all inside him, head to balls deep. 

Even going so far as laying down on top of him in the course of still penetrating the body under him. He motioned for the white boy to come over, spreading his ass cheeks open, and inviting him in. Biggie spit on his fingers and wiped them between his ass, the white boy mounted his back like a dog does a bitch. 

Rolling his way into stroking him with his slim smooth dick. Rodney gritted his teeth while the big one smiled as he unknowingly fucked someone who didn't want to be fucked.

*Knock, Knock, Knock* seems like there was someone else at the door. I left the three of them to go and answer it, when I did there was a redbone with dreads and green eyes, a tank top, shorts and sandals staring back at me. “Blood, I'm here pon de ad, here.” He said in a Jamaican accent, handing me a couple greenbacks. 

I again parted the door, letting him in. This time I stood in the door counting my cash, by the time I reentered the room Rodney was in a doggystyle position with the white boy tagging him from the read, the big one sucked Rodney's dick from below, as he laid on his back and the Jamaican went in and out of his mouth with the gag lifted up covering Rodneys nose. 

I just leaned back against the wall patting the money against my hand, watching my cousin make me money until he was able to pay me back mine. 

I still felt not one bit of sympathy for him enduring this abuse, that was until I saw the Jamaican pull so much dick out of Rodneys throat, it was like it would never stop exiting his mouth. My eyes grew wider and wider until he finally hacked up the dick head.

And boy oh boy, when that Jamaican unbuttoned his shorts and dropped those shorts just below his ass. My eyes immediately widened a little, then zoomed in on those perfectly plump peach colored cheeks with dimples on each side, that flexed as he went in my cousin's surprisingly open throat. I couldn't touch it though I had to keep my mind on this money. 

It wasn't long before the Jamaican waved the white boy away and yanked his meat out of that throat, then standing up from his knees, his dick dangling it was so heavy. 

I could understand how that fit all the way inside Rodney's mouth, I was convinced he had sucked a dick or three at this point. 

He walked behind Rodney who was still shackled at the limbs, and squatted down behind him, his low hanging balls, pendling in front of my eyes. He took over splitting open Rodneys guts, but mercilessly! His fat, thick, veiny, curve to the left dick looked as though it barely fit in his already banged up colon.

Groaning and grunting while that shaft vanquished that ass. Drilling hard and deep into his farting bowls, right there on that dirty ass mattress. His bright red ass delivered deep burrowing thrust, while pulling him back on his dick by the hips; his pelvis clapping against the indebted man's ass.

The echoes of it bouncing off the wall. The only thing that muffled my cousin cries was the fat ones dick, raping his mouth as clung onto my cousins skull with both hands latched on to his ears.  That mans dick glided in that mouth as though it was the other end, his belly giggling on top of his head. The white guy was in the corner putting on his clothes, as I heard a knock on the door, once again. 

To be continued. 

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Author’s Note

This is a work of fiction written from the perspective of an unreliable narrator. The views and actions depicted do not reflect my own. The story intentionally explores brutality and moral collapse without endorsement.

## Part 1: The Cost of the Crown

Three Platinum Albums. Six Hot 100 #1 Singles. 25 million singles sold. Four Grammy Awards—including Best New Artist—five American Music Awards, and six Billboard Music Awards. By all metrics, I am one of the top music acts in the world.

My name is always at the top of the charts, but getting it there took a toll on me. Just as much as I won, I lost. I had to sacrifice and do things a man like myself never thought he would ever have to do. In pursuit of the fame, me—Mr. Myers—did some things. I am writing this memoir to show the world how this music industry will damage you the second you try to enter it and make a name for yourself. My name has been changed here, as have the names of others, for their privacy and my safety.

When I realized I could sing at a young age, I knew from that point on what I wanted to be: a singer. And not just any singer—a famous one. But the road to getting there wasn't as easy as I thought it would be. Throughout my childhood, I talked my mom into taking me to auditions. I tried getting a manager, entered singing competitions, and did everything I could think of to get to the top, but nothing worked at first. That was until I got "discovered" by posting videos of myself singing my own songs and covers of other artists' hits.

A talent scout contacted me about scheduling a meeting a couple of months after my 18th birthday. I just knew this was the big break I had been praying for. After all the letdowns, I thought my hard work and determination were finally about to pay off. It was—but not in the way I expected.

### The Meeting in New York

Finally, I thought, I can look out for my family. My friends, you know—do it big! He flies my mom and me out to New York, sends a limo to pick us up from the airport, and we head straight to his office. We waited in the lobby as the receptionist informed him that we had arrived.

An assistant came out and walked us back to a pair of giant wooden doors. When we walked in, there were about ten people sitting around a long table. Every single one of them stopped talking to glare at me as I entered the room.

A short, slim Black guy got up from his seat, making a b-line straight toward me. "Hi, I'm J.E. I'm the one who contacted you about setting up this meeting," I remember him saying. He introduced me to everyone in the room, then pulled out seats for my mom and me.

J.E. showed the group a showcase of my YouTube videos and asked for their thoughts. There was nothing but positive reviews.

"Calvin, we here at Miracle Records want to sign you off of your videos alone," J.E. said. "But could you go up to the stage and perform a little something for us?"

I got up and performed Michael Jackson's "Smooth Criminal." At the end of the performance, they all clapped. Then, dead silence.

"Calvin, great performance. Really nice dance moves and the vocals were on point, just like I expected. But something's missing," J.E. said, pausing to think. "You know, something's missing. You have that 'IT' factor, but it's not popping. I can't seem to put my finger on it."

He muttered to himself out loud, sitting there quietly for a couple of minutes. Then he said, "Take off your shirt."

I did as he said. His eyes instantly lit up.

"You just popped!" he yelled, standing up and clapping. "Your body is nice and defined, and the tattoos definitely give you that bad-boy look that will be a major plus with the young girls. The light skin with a low brush cut and those looks... Man, you can make millions. I can see your star rising, Calvin."

"Thank you, sir. I'm really ready for it to rise," I gushed in front of the room.

J.E. walked up to the stage. "You stick with me, and you'll go straight to the top."

Excited, I ran up and hugged my mom.

"Calvin, go back to the hotel, get some rest, and I'll meet with you tomorrow about signing you and discussing other things. I hope you're ready," he said with a giant smile.

### The Contract

My mom and I headed back to our hotel and hung out. I told her, "All of our hard work is finally about to pay off."

I could see she was both happy and proud of me; it was one of the best feelings in the world to see my mother like that. Eventually, I retreated back to my own room. To my surprise, the record company had filled it with clothing, shoes, and jewelry. On the dresser was a card that read: *You will soon earn this. Congrats! - J.E.* I tried on some of the clothes and jewelry, then tried to fall asleep. I couldn't. I was way too excited about signing my deal.

The next morning, after finally calming down and dozing off, I awoke to room service knocking at my door. "Compliments of your new record label," the server said as he wheeled in a massive buffet breakfast, spreading it out across the table in my suite.

I invited my mom over and we ate our asses off. As we were finishing up, we got a call from J.E.'s assistant saying they would be sending a car in an hour. I took a shower, got dressed, and waited for the driver to arrive. Once we were back at the office, J.E. sat my mom and me down.

He pulled out a copy of the contract he was offering. It was a $7,500,000, four-record deal. The first record was due within a year of the signing anniversary, with an option for three more depending on the sales of the first. I would earn about 9 to 15 cents on every dollar for every album sold. Also, the record company would receive 30% of any endorsements I landed.

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He explained to us that this was what they called a starter contract for a newly signed artist. He told us to look over the paperwork and come back in a week, promising he'd fly me back out if this was the route I wanted to take. I did just that. After we left New York and flew back home, I had a lawyer look over the contract and talked it over with my family. Everyone agreed that I should sign and get my singing career started.

## Part 2: Alone in the City

The very next week, I flew back out to New York—this time alone. Yeah, an 18-year-old, completely alone in the big city. In our meeting, J.E. explained that I should use the sign-on money to move to New York permanently. He wanted me to mingle with the music crowd and start networking with the fanbase I had already acquired while they worked on developing tracks.

Everything he told me to do, I did. I found a studio loft, set up meet-and-greets around the city, and started writing new material. I would go to nightclubs, perform, and meet other up-and-coming artists. The one thing they all told me was: "You have to play by their rules to get to the top. Change who you are. Go against everything you believe in if you want to make it."

Most of the artists I talked to said they refused to do that. I wasn't sure at the time if I would either.

Months went by, and I barely heard a word from J.E. or anyone else from that initial meeting. I didn't even know I was supposed to be going through artist development. Eventually, that department reached out and linked me with a low-level producer to start working on a couple of singles. We cut some tracks, but in my opinion, they weren't hitting on anything.

### Meeting the Hitmaker

But it was just my luck that during one of our sessions, a legendary producer named Hitmaker walked into the studio to coach my producer. He was one of the biggest songwriters and producers in New York. He told me he liked what he heard and wanted to take over working on my single himself. He was so impressed that he had his assistant schedule a meeting with me for the very next day. He felt we needed to brainstorm and vibe out some ideas.

That night, I jotted down a few concepts, and over the next couple of days, I added to them until I had a solid vision to bring to our meeting.

The day of the meeting, I was incredibly nervous. I met him at his studio across town. When I walked in, I expected a whole entourage to be there, but shockingly, it was just him. He was sitting at the mixing console, shirtless, wearing a pair of Fendi joggers.

The studio air was thick with weed smoke and ash. I coughed as I entered his space. Hitmaker spun around in his chair, laughing slightly. "Untouched lungs. Those are a rarity these days."

He put the joint out, then waved his hand toward the seat next to him. I eagerly walked over and sat down, staring wide-eyed at the room. I had never been in a studio that massive or up-to-date in my life. I'm sure he could tell.

Hitmaker leaned back in his seat, twiddling his fingers. "What kind of sound are you going for?"

I immediately pulled out my notepad with the lyrics and ideas I had been working on. "I want that futuristic R&B sound, but with a hint of a '90s feel," I explained. "Nothing too over-produced. I still want my voice to be the showcase of my tracks. That's important to me."

By the time I finished explaining, he was grinning from ear to ear. From the light in his eyes, I felt like he believed in me as much as I believed in myself.

"I want to work with you," he told me. "I like your voice, and I love your look. I'm just not sure if you can afford my studio time. Plus, I like to have a writing credit on each track."

Then he broke down his fees, and I almost fell out of my chair.

I explained to him that I really didn't have that kind of money and asked about a payment plan or an alternative arrangement.

"Look, I see you have a bright, bright future ahead of you if you use your head. I see you going far," Hitmaker said, turning away from me. He started tweaking some buttons on the station in front of him before continuing. "Now, I'm willing to waive a couple hundred grand and just take higher royalties on the track."

Of course, I agreed. I was so excited to be working with Hitmaker. "So let's get started!" I told him. To me, it felt like the deal of a lifetime.

"Now, there's something you have to do for me," he said.

I sat back in my chair. "What's that?" I asked, naive and willing to do almost anything.

Hitmaker stood up from his chair, walked over, and stood directly in front of me. He looked down at me and said, "Use your head."

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I jumped up out of my seat. "Man, if you don't get the fuck up out of my face with that shit!" I yelled. I grabbed my things and walked straight out of his studio. I wasn't about to suck anybody's dick for a track. Not when I had a voice that had gotten me this far on its own. I wasn't going down like that. He had me all the way fucked up.

I was furious the entire ride back to my place. When I got home, I got down on my knees and prayed about it. The very next day, I went right back to working with my original low-level producer. Fuck it—I would make it on my own with the resources I had. We worked on track after track at what felt like a snail's pace.

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Content Warning

This work of fiction contains extreme violence, sexual assault, coercion, and other disturbing themes. It is intended for mature audiences only.

Author’s Note

This is a work of fiction written from the perspective of an unreliable narrator. The views and actions depicted do not reflect my own. The story intentionally explores brutality and moral collapse without endorsement.

He always tells me that he loves me, and that "One day we'll be together. One day when she's out of the way. I promise I will leave her soon."

It's been a couple years of love, yet I’m still waiting on that time and I'm starting to think that day is never coming.

When I met him in court, he was the prosecutor and I, the defense attorney for a client accused of murder. I thought he was cute but never fathomed, a year later he'd be employed at my very law firm, and an even shorter time later, he'd be visiting me for quick, closet fucks in the office.

I was one of the youngest attorneys there, and so was Miguel, a very attractive Mexican American attorney from Arizona.

Being around the same age, we seem to just gravitate towards each other and often partnered on the same cases. It took no time before we developed a close friendship; we'd hang out at the bar after long work days, go out to clubs, and even work out together.

It seemed like in the blink of an eye we were each others best friends and I found my initial crush on him fading and eventually even the sex stopped.

The fact that Miguel had a girlfriend and them having been together for over five years, helped those feelings further deteriorate until all that was left was a friendship.


When things started to sour between the two of them and I started hearing, "My girl has been tripping man, I don't think I want this any more.." That those dormant feelings started to rear its head once more, it was crazy that the love I had for him started to resurface.

We were at a bar, after having too much to drink, and I confessed to him how I felt about him, once again. “It’s no pressure but I would mind us hangout like we used too. Doing what we used too.” His face lit up, “Oh yeah, but I thought my girlfriend was an issue for you.” He said looking up from his glass of brown liquor.

“You said you didn’t want that anymore, so I figured I mined as well take stab at it again. It had crossed my mind a couple times.”

After that emission, and him kind of skipping over it; things started to spiral fast. My friend confided in me that his girlfriend was hanging out more, coming home late, and lying about her whereabouts.

This all came to a culmination when me and him were driving downtown and saw his girlfriend kissing on another guy! Infuriated, Miguel jumped out of my car, ran up to the two, snatching them apart! I stopped in the middle of the road, blocking off several cars and a traffic lane running up to the group myself.

Getting to the action just as she told him that she had been seeing him for the past couple month and that they were in love. We both were floored, my mouth hung open, and Miguel said nothing. He just stood there, frozen; staring at them both, his eyes filled to the brim with liquid.

“Let’s go. “ he spoke before just turned away and walked back towards my car that was still parked in the middle of the road.

I jogged up behind him, his face had no expression as he marched up to my car door. Once inside he sat there, still not mumbling a word. Up until we came to a red light not far from their home, that he then burst out and cried. Startling me at first, I tried to console him but he was truly inconsolable. Wailing, sobbing, and sniffling. Snot hung from his nose, as the tears trailed from his eyes.

He had his speculations but Miguel couldn't believe his girl was cheating, he really loved her and was contemplating marriage.

Once he calmed himself down some time later, Miguel asked me could he stay at my place for a while. I told him "Of course, no question."

I took him back to his house, where he collected a few items, and off we headed to my place.

A couple weeks passed and Miguel was living in my guest room. Still reeling over the fraudulent relationship he had been in for over half a decade.

And you know what, having Miguel with me was easy; he was clean, he cooked, and he was just pleasant to be around, when he wasn't moping about what he'd lost.

By then we were spending incredible amounts of time together, work, home, gym, bars, and going to places. He was basically giving me all of his attention, all the attention he used to give her. All of this had me seeing him, like I used to before we became friends. It’s just that he didn’t know it, I hadn’t mentioned anything else about my feelings since the bar awhile back.

I do remember one night we had been drinking, watching a movie on the couch, I looked over to see Miguel had nodded off, and I just stared at him as he softly snored.

And just thought, he was the most beautiful man I had ever seen, that's when I realized that I wanted him in my life as more than just a friend.

Being around him was like being in a romantic comedy, you know the part where they fall in love. And I knew I was falling, hard. It was his sense of humor, and the way he always shyly put his head down when he laughed too hard. He knew just what to say, when to say, and how to say it, there was just something in his personality that made him this way.

I knew I wanted him, and I felt like I probably could have him but I cared for the friendship more; or at least at the time I thought I did.

A couple weeks later, I came home from a meeting I had with a client, and when I opened the door, a tasty aroma flooded my nose. I bent the corner to the dining room after walking down the hall and dinner was laid out across the table. It looked amazing!

When Miguel, walked in from the kitchen, he said, "Surprise!"

I was taken back, nobody had ever done anything like this before for me. Even though at that moment I wasn't sure what the surprise was.

"Surprise?" I said sounding and undoubtedly looking confused as hell.

Yes, I really appreciate you taking me in, and helping me through all this shit with my girl. I mean my ex.” He said, walking up to the table.

He set the basket of bread down, then walked over and gave me a hug.

I told him "No problem. That's what friends are for."

Then we sat down and ate, he even invited a couple of our colleagues over and we all drank and ate and vibed, then about midnight. Everyone started heading home.

We both started cleaning up, and putting away the left over food when I noticed Miguel had stopped, and was staring at me from across the dining room table. Confused I stared back, "Look I got to ask you a question." He finally said.

"Me?" I responded, which now that I come to think of it, was a very stupid question.

"Yes you." He said sternly with a nervous chuckle.

"Yeah, what's up." I asked him.

"Early while everyone was over, I noticed you stepped off." He asked.

"Yeah I stepped off to smoke."

"Who did you step off with?" Miguel said, now leaning on one of the dining chairs.

Nervously I smiled and said "Jarvus?"

"Oh he smoke too?" he said sarcastically.

"Yeah, he do. Why you asking me that? I thought you knew?" I responded, by this time figuring out why he was asking.

"He smokes dick too huh? Why you never told me?" He blurted out, startling me in the process.

"What? That Jarvus smoked?" I asked, trying to be funny.

"Na that you got this man round here stuffing your dick in his throat!" He blurted out, while pointing his hand at me.

At first I just stood there because I didn't know how to answer without saying that it wasn't none of his business. I in turn told Miguel, "I didn't think that was your thing anymore.”

"I never said that it was." He quickly replied. "I just don't understand why you didn't tell me?" He continued.

"Listen all this shit new to me, I just started getting back into all this. I wasn't sure how you would feel about all this."

That's when he got quiet, and just stared at me for a couple seconds before he burst out in laughter. "What year are we in again?" Miguel said before walking off, down the hall to his room.

I stood there confused, how the fuck was I supposed to know what that meant. I didn't dwele on it much, he didn't leave; so that was a good sign in my mind.

I laid my head on my pillow that night, closing my eyes as I wondered when he caught us. Thinking at the time, we were being slick, Jarvus slipped out the get together first, back to my shed. I told him to, "Roll up, I'll be back there in a minute."

Of course it wasn't his first time in the shed. He had been there a couple times, back when I was with my fiance. We use to creep back there, but thankfully she never caught us.

Days turned into a week, and Miguel hadn't spoke a word about what he seen that night. He actually was acting as though nothing had ever happen.

That was until one night while drinking beer and watching the game he asked me a question right before halftime. "What's it like?" He asked out of nowhere.

I gazed over at him, sitting shirtless in my loveseat.

"Huh?" I responded.

”What is it like to even be, you know…” That's when he started asking me about how it felt to be with a man, that he was curious to know how it all came about?

I was honest with him.

"Honestly man, when I was younger, one of my dad's friends moved in with us when he fell on hard times." I told him, trying to seem unbothered about the telling of this story but I was definitely affected by it.

I explained to him how my mom and dad split up when I was 10 and I moved with my father. A couple years later one of his childhood friends moved in with us after his wife divorced him for cheating with her cousin and sister.

"Yes my dad's friend, I mean best friend! My dad told me back then, that they used to play football together, back when my dad was in college." I explained.

I let Miguel know how it wasn't to long before my father, who worked at night; would leave me, his teenager home with the former defensive lineman.

It all started off so innocent, one night after he had a nightmare.

He screamed out my name, causing me to jump out my sleep. I had no idea what the fuck was going on. Scared the shit out of me. I remember he sounded so terrified, screaming my name out as I ran to his room. And bro, when I entered the room, he was sitting up in his bed, trembling, with no shirt on, clenching his black sheets. "I had this crazy ass dream." He tells me then asked can I come and lay down with him, that he was too messed up from the dream to sleep alone. Being almost a man I thought nothing of it, since me and friends growing would sleep in the bed together.

I climbed into the bed with him and drifted back off to sleep. The next morning, he asked me not to tell my dad because he was embarrassed about the whole situation." I continued to explain to his eager ears.

Miguel eyes latched on to me while I explained, how after that night, it went from sleeping with him after a nightmare to after a couple months; it turned to almost every night that my dad had to work, then it escalated to him sleeping nude and me sleeping with him every night, to which Miguel asked, "You didn't think that was weird at all?"

"I did at first but sleeping in his bed by that time had become so natural, that I don’t think I thought about it to deep. I don’t really remember when he started to sleep naked, that’s how common it was for us." I told him. "But I do remember that one time I brought it up, he told me that's how he always slept, and that he only wore clothes in the beginning because of me but that he was much more comfortable at that point." Miguel just stood there in disbelief shaking his head.

"Listen that's when everything really started to escalate." I started telling him. "I remember the night I was awakened by an incredible pain, it was the feeling of my dad's friend tearing open my virginity, while I tried to sleep. Man that giant dude had me in this bear tight grip and I could feel his dick literally splitting my asshole apart. I tried to yell out, I did but..." I explained as my eyes weld up.

"I tried but his hand muffled my hollering, as he grunted in my ear about how wet, my virgin booty was. That was blood. He was enjoying every fucking stroke, he had no idea how bad it hurt having that man break me open like that. The deeper he went, the tighter his clasp over my mouth got, to the point my jaw even hurt. Clutching me from behind he whispered in my ear. "It'll only hurt the first time." and he was right. It only hurt the first time, after that he used to fuck me nearly every night, two or three times a night before he would fall asleep for the first couple weeks. Well that was until I moved back with my mother two years later. But until then, dude would fuck me all over the house, sometimes soon as my dad pulled out the driveway." I told him.

"Soon as my pops hit that corner I knew the routine. He'd want to fuck in the living room some nights after we watched a movie, or in my dad's bed, and even make me suck his dick and shit while wearing panties he'd bought for me. But after I left, I almost never stayed at my dad's house after that, but if I did, oh boy would break me down everytime. Funny thing is, the nightmares stopped after that first night we had sex. Funny huh?" I asked him.

Miguel just sat there at first, he later told me that he didn't know what to say, that he couldn't comprehend something like that happening to a kid.

Acting off of impulse I muttered "I could help you understand."

Miguel quickly gasped and I even more swiftly tried to correct my self. "That's not how I meant that." I explained.

Miguel laughed and stood up and walked back to my room.

Then yelled out, "HELP IM HAVING A NIGHTMARE!"

I shook my head, as I rose from my seat, trying to gather my footing before I took a step down the hall.

Once I made it to my room, Miguel said in a parody of a frightened voice, "Can you come lay with me, so I don't have another nightmare." Then he flipped the sheets back to reveal a body that was worthy of a Men's Health magazine cover, and as nude as the statue of David.

I stood there frozen as he jumped out of my bed, with his hard dick swinging from side to side. "Did i say the wrong thing?" He asked. "Maybe I shouldn't have said that?"

"Nope you are saying all the right things." I smiled and told him before pushing him back onto my bed. His dick smacked up against his belly button as his body bounced down on my bed.

He crawled up in the bed, wrapping himself up in my sheets. Snoring softly, imitating that he was sleep. I did the same, crawling up next to him, right into his arms. Opening them up, and wrapping myself snuggly inside them, Poking my ass out, resting it firmly against his pre-stiffened dick.

He reached down, gripping his meat, and using it to feel around until he found the hole he wanted to retreat in. Letting him slip up inside me from behind, his hand slowly traveled up my body after being released from his dick to gripping my neck tightly. The other latched onto my waist as he divided my insides just like my dad's friend had done in the past.

We had incredible sex that night, off the charts. I can tell you now, a man had never made me feel the way Miguel did that night or as bad. He let me know that he was going back to his girl, that very night and that he appreciated everything I had done for him.

He also told me that they had worked things out and she wanted him to come back home.

I simply asked, "What about us, we just had sex. Where does that leave us?" He said "Friends, im not ready for this male on male situation."

He kissed me then told me "I just wanted to show you that I appreciate you and all that you have done for me." Miguel laid there in my bed with me for a bit, with his arms tightly wrapped around me. That's how we fell asleep that night, then that very next morning, he was up with his packed stuff and told me he'll see me at work tomorrow and thanked me again. He left me with another kiss, then closed the door behind him.

The next day at work we acted as if nothing had happened between us and for days nothing did. We hung out as friends, doing our usual routine. I was too nervous to even bring anything up. I really didn't know how he would react if I did and I was definitely too terrified to find out.

I was starting to think it was a one time fling, a real thank you. Until about a week later, I get a knock at my door and it's Miguel.

Standing there with a cliche smile drawn across his face. He said he's been really thinking about us and that he really wanted to be with me at that moment.

I had no issues with that as we fumbled around on the couch trying to get our clothes off

Once we were butt booty naked, he grabbed me by the throat pulling me into his kiss, before pushing back, balling me up and fucking the elasticity out my ass!

After we finished, he got dressed, kissed then told me, that he loved me.

Stopping before he walked out the door, walking back over to me on the couch, Miguel kneeled down in front of me and said, "This isn't a game for me, I really do have love for you." Then got up and went on his way.

Two days later he did the same thing, showed up at my house and we had sex; this time in my bed. Then a couple of days later he came back and did the same stunt. Each time telling me how much he loved me before he left, crazy enough, I had real love for him. So I continued on with him knowing full well he was married.

The, I fuck you, then say "I love you", then leave you treatment got old, fast. Which meant it obviously started to bother me. So I asked him once, after we finish having sex.

"How come you can never stay the night?" To which he quickly confessed. "I really do want too, but you know my wife's going to act loco. But one day I promise it'll be us and only us. Just be patient."

After Miguel said his peace he then leaned over and kissed me on my neck, then dropped his head down in my lap. Resting his cheek on my brick hard dick. He then slid his face across it before taking it in his mouth; grabbing my base with one hand, Miguel bobbed his head around on my head, I could feel the warmth of his spit oozing down to his hand.

He finished and cleaned me up using only his mouth, "No hands required." He joked before going all in on my meat. Leaving me drained and with a kiss goodbye before he headed home to the wife he so adored.

I laid there in the mess we made, thinking, "Does he really love me or is he just telling me anything to keep me around?" I guess you can guess the conclusion I came up with. Before long, my wandering thoughts had me asking myself deeper questions, like "Are we together?" Which made me feel like, if we weren't, me and Miguel should definitely be. And that his wife shouldn't be. In the picture at least.

When he called me on his way home from my place, our conversation somehow got to the point of me asking "So am i going to always have to play second fiddle to her?"

Miguel did sound thrown off by the question but he rebounded quickly. "No I love you, and I really don't see me and her being together much longer." He said, selling me the dream I wanted. I accepted his answer and thought to myself "He really loves me, we'll be together soon." Before telling him "Goodbye." and hanging up the phone with a smile. I was loved.

I jumped off Dre's dick the instant the handle jiggled. Scrambling, I grabbed my boxers, slipped them on, and fell back onto the couch, pretending to be absorbed in the TV.

The door opened, and in walked the maid. It had completely slipped my mind that she was scheduled to come today.

"Hi, Mr. Quan. Hi, Mr. Andre," she said in broken English.

We both managed a tight, "Hi."

I was horny as fuck and wanted nothing more than to jump right back on top of Dre, but I couldn't take the chance of the maid catching me taking that good-good. I got up and headed upstairs to my room. Even though I was technically off today, I decided I needed to head into the office to get a little work done.

I closed my bedroom door behind me, stripped off my boxers, and jumped back in the shower; there was no way I could walk around smelling like sex. After getting out and drying off, I walked into my walk-in closet, only to find Dre standing there butt-naked.

I smiled, looking him up and down. "I can't wear you, can I?"

He walked up to me, his eyes dark. "Let's see."

I pushed him back gently. "I can't. I really have to head into the office to see a client and finish some work."

He sucked his teeth. "Can't you see I'm excited?"

"I know, I know, but..."

As I bent over to grab a clean pair of boxers out of the drawer, he seized the opportunity and slipped his dick right inside me from behind. I had to grab the edge of the dresser handle just to keep from collapsing. That pipe made me weak in the knees. Dre grabbed my waist, spread my cheeks, and dipped in and out of me fast and hard. The wet sounds of our bodies colliding filled the closet, finally ending with a loud, long moan as he stood deep inside me, shivering.

"I just needed to get that up out of me," he panted.

After I slowly pulled myself off his thick dick, I ran back to the bathroom and took yet another shower. I finally found some casual pants and a shirt to head out in.

I had made partner at the law firm last year, which came with a lot of perks—one being that I could take days off whenever I wanted and set my own hours. I usually made it to the office by nine, but today was meant to be a day off. The only reason I was going in was to meet an unknown, high-profile repeat client. He was bringing a lot of money to the firm, so he was a top priority.

Driving down the street with the top down, I couldn't stop thinking about Dre. Then Tasha popped into my mind. A wave of guilt washed over me. *How could I do this to her? My beautiful wife.* I got so caught up in my thoughts that I almost rear-ended the car in front of me at a red light. As I waited for the light to change, a warning voice echoed in my head: *Leave Dre alone. Don't mess things up with your wife.*

I shook my head, trying to clear my mind, and proceeded to the office.

Pulling up to the building, I left my car with the valet. Just then, a text flashed on my phone from my secretary letting me know my client had just arrived. When I reached my private office, I opened the blinds, glanced out at the beautiful city view, and sat down at my desk. I opened the waiting file to review the paperwork.

The name on the folder looked incredibly familiar.

I pressed the intercom. "Melanie, you can send him in."

A few seconds later, a well-dressed, dark-skinned man walked in. I stood up and reached out my hand to shake his. After he took a seat, I asked, "How are you today, Mr. Jackson?"

He laughed, a rich, knowing sound. "Why so formal, ReQuan? It's been a long time. You must not remember me."

I studied his face intently, but it just didn't ring a bell. "No, sir. I'm really sorry, but my memory fails me."

That's when he stood up and walked over to the wall where I displayed my personal photos. He stopped in front of a picture of me and my wife on a beach in Jamaica.

"Hmmm. My home country," he murmured. He turned back to look at me. "So, you're married now?"

I nodded. "Yes."

Mr. Jackson smiled, his eyes lingering on the photograph. "Do you know what my last memory of you is?"

"No. Enlighten me, sir."

He stepped closer to my desk. "It was you getting me off a drug charge that would have put me away for twenty years. Since then, I've been staying out of trouble, building my empire, doing the right thing. But the DEA seems to think I built my empire off the backs of young men selling drugs for me."

I sat back in my executive chair, flipping through the pages of his file. "Well, according to the brief here, they claim to have pictures, videos, and eyewitnesses who are ready to testify against you."

Again, he laughed. "I'm not worried about the witnesses. I just need you to work your magic and make sure I can keep running my empire. Make it happen, and I'll personally throw in a million dollars for you under the table, plus your regular firm fees. I'll also refer all my top associates to you."

Before I could process the offer, he walked around my desk, grabbed me, and forced me face-down over the polished wood. He started grinding his pelvis hard against my ass. Through his slacks, I could feel his dick—rock hard, ready to burst out and enter me.

I was completely shocked, frozen for a second. Then my adrenaline kicked in, and I forcefully pushed him off me.

Mr. Jackson threw his hands up, taking a step back with a smirk. "So, you still don't remember how I used to beat it up back when your office was down in the hood?"

My breathing grew heavy. Slowly, I slid my finger under the edge of my desk and pressed the panic button that automatically locked my heavy office doors from the inside. I looked him in the eye, untucked my shirt, and unbuttoned my pants, letting them drop straight to my knees.

"No... but let's see if you can remind me."

I couldn't believe the words coming out of my own mouth. Devan wasted no time. He unzipped his pants, pulled out his massive dick, and rested it heavily against my lower back. He reached into his pocket, pulled out a condom, and rolled it down his long prick. Bending over me, he spit directly onto my ass and slid his tongue inside.

Mr. Jackson stood up fully and pulled me back onto his meat. Toying with me, he only gave me a couple of inches at first, thrusting gently. "Yes, this ass is just as tight as I remember," he growled, feeding me more and more of his length.

"Devan, give me that dick. Damn, give me that dick," I pleaded.

He responded by ramming all of it into me, lifting me straight onto my toes. He began slamming into me hard, making the heavy desk rock against the floor.

"So you remember me now, huh?"

He was fucking me so good that I couldn't even form words; I could only nod my head. After a while, I caught the rhythm, got into the groove, and started throwing my ass back to meet him. He shifted his hips, hitting my sweet spot from different angles.

I stepped completely out of my pants and climbed onto the desk on both knees, poking my ass out. Devan grabbed my cheeks, cupping them tightly while pulling them wide open, unleashing a absolute slaughter on my ass. I threw my head back, mouth wide open, panting loud as fuck. I couldn't help it—this Rude Boy knew exactly how to work what he had.

Suddenly, a voice beeped through. *"Mr. Quan, are you okay?"* It was my secretary over the desk intercom.

I tried to answer, but he was literally fucking the words right out of my mouth. I had to tap his leg to get him to pull out so I could speak. When he finally withdrew, a loud, wet *pop* echoed in the room; my ass didn't want to let him go.

I slowly climbed off the desk and stepped back into my pants. Just as I sat down and composed myself, my office door clicked open. The head of security stood in the doorway.

"Sir, are you okay? We heard strange noises coming from this office."

I looked over at Devan. He was standing by the window, calmly facing the view with his dick still hanging out of his pants. He glanced back at the officer. "We're fine. Now, can we get back to our meeting?"

The security guard looked at me for confirmation. I gave a tight nod. He stepped back out, closing the door behind him.

Devan walked back over to my chair, leaned down, and tapped the wet head of his dick right against my bottom lip. "Are we done here?"

I looked up at him, my heart pounding. "I wish we weren't... but I have to get out of here."

We wrapped up the meeting, agreeing to have lunch within the next couple of days to map out the strategy for his case.

As I walked out to the parking lot to get my car, the very same security off

icer who had entered my office stepped out from the shadows. He pulled me to the side, leaning in close.

"I got it all on tape."

Closing the door behind me as I crept out of the guest room, I couldn't believe what I had just done. I collapsed onto my own bed and buried my face in the pillow, thinking to myself, *I just really fucked up.*

I knew I never should have agreed to it. I should have just said no. But I guess what’s done is done, and you can’t change the past.

*It was just a one-time thing anyway,* I told myself, trying to stop the panic.

Just then, my phone rang. I reached over, grabbed it, and looked at the caller ID. It read *Tasha*. My wife was calling.

*Damn.*

I let it go to voicemail. I really didn't want to talk to her right now. Exhausted, I drifted off to sleep, but it offered no comfort; I merely dreamed about what had happened moments earlier.

When I woke up, I got out of bed and heard my wife’s voice coming from the living room.

I walked out and said, "Hey, bae..."

I stopped mid-sentence when I saw her cousin sitting right next to her.

"What's wrong with you?" Tasha asked, giving me a crazy look.

My mouth froze. My mind flashed back to the guest room, and I immediately retreated to the bathroom, shutting the door and sitting down on the toilet.

"Get yourself together," I muttered to myself.

The thing is, her cousin, Dre, had moved in with us about a month ago after getting out of prison. Tasha had asked me if it would be okay for him to live with us while she helped him get his life back on track, since she’s a defense lawyer. At first, I didn't think it was a good idea. Being a lawyer myself, I know the statistics—most men end up back in jail shortly after being released. But since he was my wife's family, I ultimately agreed.

The day he got released, Tasha went to pick him up while I stayed home, set up the guest room, and cooked dinner. When they arrived, my wife introduced us.

"Dre, this is my husband, ReQuan. Everyone just calls him Quan."

Dre dropped his bags and gave me a big smile. "Hey, fam. Nice to meet you."

We sat down for dinner to discuss what he needed to do to get his life back in order. Throughout the conversation, Dre managed to convince me he was a stand-up guy who had just headed down the wrong path, so I didn't think there would be any problems.

Looking back, I should have foreseen the trouble. Later that night, I caught him walking from the bathroom to his room with nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist. All I could think was, *Damn.*

I must admit, I’ve dabbled in the same sex before, but I stopped completely when I got married. I love my wife, and I never wanted to do anything that could hurt her. But in that brief instance, Dre made me forget all of it. When he caught me staring, he just smiled and walked into his room. I was tempted to catch a peek, but I forced myself back into my bedroom.

Today is when the real problem started, right after my wife left for work.

I went into the kitchen, poured myself a glass of orange juice, and headed back up to my room. Right as I reached the top of the stairs, Dre walked past, again with only a towel around his waist.

He shot me a smirk. "You like what you see, cuz?"

Taken aback, I asked, "What makes you say that?"

"I can see it in your eyes."

I laughed it off and walked into my room, flopping back onto my bed. A moment later, I heard him turn on the shower, and my mind instantly drifted. I pictured him dropping his towel on the floor, exposing his magnificent, chiseled body, stepping into the steamy shower, and lathering up. I found myself gripping my dick and biting my lip. I wanted to join him, but I shook the thoughts out of my head.

Then, he showed up at my bedroom door. He was completely naked, asking for soap.

"Huh?" I stammered, my eyes moving straight to his dangling meat.

"Can I get some soap, cuz?"

"Oh, yeah. Yeah, yeah, I'll bring it to you," I stammered.

I walked into my bathroom, found an unopened bar of soap, and slowly walked over to the guest bathroom. When I opened the door, I could see his outline behind the blurry shower curtain.

He peeked his head out. "Good looking out," he said, reaching for the bar.

I handed it to him and turned to walk away when he spoke up. "Quan, it's been a minute since I fucked something."

Shocked, I stuttered, "Really?"

"Yeah. Can I be honest with you, cuz?"

I sat down on the closed toilet lid. "Sure. You can tell me anything."

He was quiet for a second, then said, "Can you wash my back?"

*Is that what he wanted to be honest about?* I thought to myself. Nevertheless, I walked up into the steam. I was shaking, I was so nervous. He handed me the soap and turned his back toward me. I started to rub his broad shoulders, then down between his shoulder blades.

"Lower," he grunted.

I washed lower around his lower back. Suddenly, he turned around and stood face-to-face with me.

"Lower," he repeated.

I dropped down to my knees, letting the soap slip to the floor. I looked up at him and whispered, "Dre, this is the best way to clean this."

I took his meat into my mouth, moving my head back and forth while rubbing his balls. He stroked the top of my head and groaned as his dick grew inside my mouth. It got rock hard, and he began maneuvering my head, pulling me into deep thrusts. Spit leaked from my mouth and dripped from his testicles. Finally, he pulled my head back and looked down at me with a smirk.

"Let's go to my room."

Dre stepped out of the shower dripping wet and walked past me. The moment I entered his room, I dropped my boxers, stepped out of them, and walked over to the bed. I bent over the mattress and told him, "Come get it."

Leaning against the wall with a smile, he walked up, his dick standing at attention. He greased me up and stepped right inside me.

I took a deep breath, letting out a long moan. "Ooooh, shiiiiit, man..."

He grabbed me by my hip with one hand, pushing in slow. I moaned in pleasure but gripped the sheets in pain—he felt so thick, it felt like he was ripping me open. I looked back to see Dre staring down at my ass devouring his dick. He looked up and smiled at me. My heart fluttered; that smile made me want to please him even more. I pushed his hand away from my hip and threw my ass back, smacking it hard against his groin, fucking myself on his dick.

Dre stood his ground, putting his hands on his hips. "Take that dick!" he muttered.

He pushed my head down against the mattress, climbed onto the bed, and slammed his pipe into me balls-deep. It felt AMAZING. Biting the pillow, I loved every single moment of it; every stroke felt better than the last. We eventually ended up on our sides, with him pounding my guts, panting, "Where do you want this nut?"

I turned my head and pulled him in for a hard kiss. "Inside me."

He dumped every single drop inside my warm, wet ass, then fell backward onto his back, lifeless. He managed to turn his head my way to say, "Goddamn, that was some good ass." Before I could even respond, he was passed out cold. I got up and quietly crept back out of the room.

Which brings us back to now.

I finally got up off the toilet and walked back into the living room. Tasha jumped up and immediately asked if I was okay. I told her I was fine, just that my stomach was messed up and I wasn't feeling well.

Dre chuckled from the couch. Tasha snapped at him, "That’s not funny." She turned back to me. "Sit down, babe, I'll get you something to drink."

The moment Tasha walked into the kitchen, Dre leaned over and whispered quickly, "Man, you tripping. You better act right. I ain't trying to get caught."

I rolled my eyes and waited for my wife to return.

"Well, bae," Tasha said, coming back in. "I was just dropping by to pick up a bite to eat. I have to see a client and then head back to the office. I'll call you later to check on you." She kissed me on the forehead and walked out the door.

It was just me and Dre again.

He looked over at me out of the corner of his eye. "You okay?"

I looked back at him. "Do you care?"

He scrunched up his face. "Am I supposed to?"

I sucked my teeth. "I guess not."

He sat there quietly for a while, watching TV until a commercial came on. "Come here," he said softly.

I didn't move. He asked again. Still, I sat there.

"Look, I don't know why the fuck you got an attitude, but you need to change that shit quick."

I sucked my teeth again, got up, and walked over to stand right in front of him. He grabbed my hand and pulled me down onto him. I laughed and adjusted myself. Here I was, a grown-ass man sitting in another man's lap, face-to-face.

He looked me deep in the eyes. "I'm gonna be honest with you, because that's all I know how to be. I don't love you... but I do like you. I think... I like you a lot."

I smiled, which made him lean up and kiss me. Dre’s lips were soft yet moist. He was making me burning hot as we made out in that chair. I started rocking against his lap, and I could feel him getting excited beneath me.

"You ready for round two?" he asked.

Without a word, I stood up, slipped my drawers off, and returned to his lap. I continued to rock, his dick rubbing right between my ass cheeks. Finally, he lifted me up and slowly lowered me onto his stiff stick. Taking in every single inch, I bit his bottom lip and gripped his neck.

I could feel him deep up inside me, and his short jabs sent shockwaves of pleasure through my body. It felt like the pleasure was crossing over to him as we kissed. His hand crept under my shirt, exploring my bare back and causing me to moan a little louder. He bit me on the shoulder, then kissed my neck before mumbling in my ear, "Aww baby, you're so tight."

Just then, the front door handle jiggled...

My eyes slowly fluttered open. I just lay there, staring up at the smooth, pasty-white ceiling. Every time I blinked, a flash of last night lit up the back of my eyelids.

A closet. A look. A touch. A suck.

It was already after six, and I had just wrapped up what I hoped was my last patient of the day. When I heard the door to the radiology suite push open, my heart immediately sank to the floor. Without hesitation, I spun around on my stool.

“Oh,” I said, relieved to see it was only the janitor. I glanced over at the black-and-white clock. I forgot he came at this time, I said to myself.

“How are you?” I heard as his lips parted, and an incredible smile rose over his face, just like always.

Nearly blushing, I told him, “I'm fine.” And from the way his eyes were all over me, I was thinking maybe I was.

His response, “You think so?” was soft, yet purposely audible enough for my ears to catch as he began sweeping up the floor.

“Think what?” I said just as swiftly.

He turned around to me with this clownish innocence on his face. I could barely hold back my laughter. “Excuse me, sir?”

He asked me as though he hadn't just said what he had said. But I didn't repeat myself; I just turned around in my seat, as he continued to smile at me as though his mouth was pure.

I started back on my closing notes, when out of nowhere, the janitor asked me, “Do you work out?”

I gazed down at my chest, then back up to the screen, and answered him,

“Sometimes. Why are your eyes all over me, man?” I threw back at him.

“I see you over there, trying to get buff and shit. I can't notice you?”

I looked back at him. “Mmh-hmm,” I grunted, then started back on my notes.

“I feel like you're lying, but okay,” I told him, with my heart pounding in my chest.

“Do I look like that type of guy?” he asked, putting in the effort to look trustworthy.

Then he placed the dust mop against the wall and walked over to my seat.

He lifted up his shirt and at the same time said, "I try to go every day, but I miss every so often.”

The janitor was ripped, his abs stacked upon one another. He witnessed my gaze, took my hand, and placed it on his muscular stomach, right under his heart.

My hand trailed its way down towards the tangled hair hidden beneath his boxers.

I stopped myself, thinking, What am I doing? I quickly smiled up at him, patted him on his chest, and turned around in my seat.

“What's wrong?” he asked, standing there over me. His jumpsuit was still hanging around his waist and his wife-beater was pulled up near his neck. How it stayed in place was beyond me.

“Nothing, and I ain't trying to do nothing wrong either,” I stated.

He laughed and took a step back. “Whoa, what do you mean?” he yelled out. "What could you possibly think to do wrong to me? Oooh, you must like dick or something?”

I was so taken aback, I nearly fell out of my chair. “L… l… like what?"

“Nah man, I didn't mean it like that. I'm just asking and shit, because of the way you were talking, you know,” he had the audacity to say.

“Me???” I blurted out.

“Yeah, talking about doing some wrong things to me. I didn't know you liked that kind of stuff. Kudos to you,” he said, nearly infuriating me.

“I HAVE A GIRLFRIEND,” I informed him, loudly.

He just looked at me for a moment. “Oh, okay,” he said, and in my opinion, he sounded unconvinced.

He was a slick-mouthed ass, I thought to myself as I snapped back to reality.I looked around my room before turning over in my bed, curling up, and closing my eyes—a flailing attempt at going back to sleep. I lay there, eyes latched closed, until my mind eventually wandered back to the events from earlier in the day.

[Earlier that day...]

I watched him pull his tank top down over his immaculate sculpture of a six-pack and zip his jumpsuit up. He reached for the broom handle and started sweeping again.

“Congratulations to her,” the janitor said with a sly smile as he kept on doing his job.

Out of the corner of my eye, I could see him sweeping his way back towards the storage room.

He disappeared behind the wall in the back, then moments later, “Hey, can you come unlock this room for me?” he yelled out. I promptly leaped up from my seat and quickly walked towards his voice.

“That was quick,” he said before thanking me as I walked in, that million-dollar smile on full display.

“What’s this room used for?” the janitor asked inquisitively.

“It's where we keep the bodies,” I joked.

He quickly replied back, “We may have to add another,” while looking me up and down.

I tried to ignore him, but a smile relentlessly appeared on my face as I stepped past him to stick my key in the lock.

I unlocked the door, reached into the dark closet, and felt around for the light switch. He moved my hand as he stepped into the closet, gripping my wrist, then pulling me in. He closed the door behind us.

“Wait? What are you doing?” I blurted out, my feet stumbling over each other into the dark-ass room.

“It might be more fun to feel around from the inside,” he expressed, as I nearly fell into a wall. I thought it was a weird proposition but seemingly had little choice in the matter.

Not that I was thinking properly with him in my presence. I was blinded by a handsome man's smile.

Now that I think of it, I believe he knew once he got me in that back storage closet, he had me—even if, at the time, I didn't.

I continued to feel around on the walls looking for the light switch, my hand passing over it multiple times.

“Here, let me help you.” His deep, dark voice pierced through the darkness.

The janitor took my wrist and guided me to what I thought would be the light switch, but it turned out to be his smooth, chiseled chest. I tried to pull back, but his grip tightened, and he pulled me in closer. Then he pulled my hand downward until it ran over something thick, long, and curved.

I gasped.

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‘I wonder if he knew’ my thoughts raced, as I laid there curled up in my bed.

“Did Duke know I had just fucked Peanut before he came over? Then still let me do all that?” I said softly to the only person in the room, me.

“Because why would he…” I continued on to myself. I really couldn't figure it out as I picked up my phone, thinking I would have a text from Duke but nothing. I scrolled through social media trying to take my mind off of Peanuts text.

That had my mind going every I was tempted to text Duke crazy ass, but eventually decided against it; I shot my girl a good morning text then rolled up out of bed, digging my toes into the soft carpet laid out under my feet. I twisted and stretched, letting out a loud long groan before stripping off my boxers and running down the hall covering my dick. I needed to bathe and wash up. My mom and brother should still be sleeping, but just in case my mom came out of her room. I didn’t want her to see my dingle and berries.

Once in the bathroom, I turned on the shower, then grabbed my toothbrush out of the medicine cabinet. The reflection of myself staring back at me as I scrubbed my teeth.

“This nigga Duke.” I muttered when the toothpaste spitting from my lips. My shower was quick mainly because my brother came banging on the door talking about he had to piss. The joy of having one bathroom in the house.

“Hold up!” I yelled out trying to rinse the side of my body. “I just got in!” I jumped out mad, ready to snatch the door open. I picked up my towel off my balled up clothes, wrapping it around my waist.

As I opened the door my brother pushed past me, “Move the fuck out the way nigga I gotta piss.” I was tempted to punch him in the back of the head but then we’d be fighting all over my momma shit.

By the time I got back in my room and found my phone; I had received two text, one from Alisa and one from the school. My girl texted back a smiley emoji and a sun. The school text ‘No school due to an emergency.’

That right there made my day, wasn't a need for me to get dressed now, was my final thought as my body flopped down towards my pillow soft mattress. I was wallowing around under my blanket, attempting to find that right spot.

When my mom comes bursting in, with a cup of coffee in her hand. “Since school was canceled, you need to cut the grass and wash the porch.” She says with what I could have sworn was a grin on her face, lifting her mug to her big ass lips.

“Wash the porch!? And cut the what!? Maaaa!” I said pulling my covers over my head. I stayed under there for a couple moments, hoping she would have just walked off. Nope, she stood tight there, glaring. “Get up ass up.” She commanded, then turned around and gave me this look, “Wash the porch.” “But Ma…” There came that look again, then walked off.

“I'm tired of this shit, I'm too old for her to be telling me shit, I'm a grown ass man.” I start rabbling on, while up looking for some clothes to wear as I toil on my day off. “You a what?” I heard over my shoulder and my body transitioned into a statue.

“What was that?!” My Momma asked from the doorway. “I ain't said nothing Ma, I'm looking for some clothes.”

“Oh ok.” She says as she closes my door behind herself slowly. Still mumbling shit under my breath, because she don't scare me, I'm nineteen and she is acting like I'm a small ass kid. My towel dropped while I shuffled threw the basket of clothes in the corner of my, let's say unorganized room. Clothes and shit piled all on my gaming chair. When I spot my favorite boxers with my favorite cereal box printed all over it, I grabbed them babies up, immediately sniffing the crotch.

“Not too bad “ I said after taking a deep inhale. They were clean enough to put them on. After I slipped them on and then some shorts. I headed outside to the shed in the back and checked the lawn mower for gas, predictably it was empty yet she wanted me to cut the grass. Now I had to go back in here and ask my mom to go get the gas.

I walked in the house straight to the back, to where my mom's room was. I knocked on the door, “Come in!” She yelled from the other side of the door. I opened the door and there stood my mom, her tittie that hung almost to her stomach.

“Ma!!!!” I yell out, frantically covering my eyes.

“Boy! You ain't never seen titties?” She quelled.

“I ain't trying to see yours though!” I snapped back as she laughed, before covering herself and asking l, “Ant what do you wantttt?”

I stood there, eyes still covered, shaking my head from side to side then told my mom, “Ain't no gas in the lawn mower.”

“Go get some.” My mom counters. “With what money?” I quickly replied. “But you are a grown ass man…” She throws out quickly, cutting her eye at me. “We'll go tell Tim to go get some. I ain't got no money either.”

Without even replying I walk off closing her door behind me.

Making my way down the hallway I knock on Tim's bedroom door but no answer. I knock again, still no answer. So I say to myself 'Fuck it.’ I go to my room, put on a tank top and basketball shorts then head out the door. I figure I'd head to the park to play some ball.

On my way I see fine ass Tanya sitting on her porch, I was about to walk up then I spotted Miss. Lee Lee her old ass Momma picking weeds in the hot ass sun. Sammy prancing his faggot ass up his steps doing some type of dance. To my surprise when I arrived at the park was empty, maybe because it was so hot out today. I couldn't think of anything else to do but turned around and headed back home.

Walking back, I throw my head up at crackhead Bobby, who comes walking out the alley over to me. “Bro, nah I got no money on me.” I say trying to wave his swole but skinny frame from my path. It was crazy seeing him lol like a drug addict that’s worked out in prison a lot. Bobby looked about 40, even though he wasn't much older than me! It was too bad that he got hooked on that shit. The only good thing is his physique, luckily he still doesn't look dirty and homeless yet. His people still let him stay at their shit.

“Ant, what's up bro, what are you doing out here?” He asked, looking around frantically as though a goblin was going to shockingly jump out of the bushes he just popped out at any moment, and any bush!

“Shit about to head home bro, it's out hot as fuck out here!” I told him, in an attempt to walk off. “You trying to smoke?” He said, as I stopped in my tracks. “Smoke what, man you know I don't smoke that shit!” I barked out at him angrily.

A look of confusion quickly became Bobby’s face, right before he said, “Na, Ant I got some weed. I know you don’t but I got somewhere where we can smoke.” He says, still looking around at nothing.

“Man, ion know, it's hot, I'm about to go home. And like I said I ain't got no money.” I confessed, trying to decline in a nice way.

“I got the weed and papers, what do you need money for?” He asked, his eyes barely hanging open.

I stand there and think to myself, ‘I do want to smoke, and I am broke, plus I don't have any weed.’

“Ight man, but I'm rolling my own shit.” I say straight up.

“Cool, cool, you can do that.” He tells me right before asking “You ready?” as he walked backwards towards the alley behind the houses.

I looked up and down the street, not ashamed to be seen but wondering was anyone seeing this weird shit, of him walking down the dirt path behind some run down houses.

“Where are you going?” I ask him, trying to catch up behind him. He looks over his shoulder back at me, pulling up his sagging, dingy jeans, then proceeds to wave for me to follow him and I do.

We walked down the long alley down, past a couple houses, before Bobby stops at a tall wooden fence and moves two of the wooden planks to the side and steps in. I stick my head in and look around. It was the backyard of an empty home. I follow behind him, as he walks over to a shed with a cut dead bolt lock hanging on the door.

Bobby looks around the back of the house before walking up through the dirt-filled yard up to the shed to remove the lock and opens up the shed. I walked up with him so I could peek in and only to see a bunch of shit left by the people that used to live here, I assume. Including the chair and two crates stacked on top of each other towards the back which we go in and sit down on; I took the old wooden chair, him on the crates; and Bobby without hesitation, immediately pulling out a small bag of crystal like powder and the weed, handing me the trees and a leaf.

Me, myself, I waste no time breaking it down and rolling it up. I handed him back his possession once my joint was rolled, and I waited for him to finish his dirty blunt, before I sat back and lit mine, taking a deep inhale and relaxing even deeper into my seat as the high rushed in.

By the time I finished that first blunt, I was high as fuck, laughing and conversing with Bobby, who was super high! Eyes red and glazed like a motherfucka. I asked and he let me roll another one and he did the same with his drug.

I sat back lighting my blunt, softly inhaling letting the euphoric smoke fill my lungs. Bobby was already on his third hit, as I started rambling about some shit from back in the day, trying to see if Bobby remembered; watching him busy inhaling thick white smoke as I talked.

He’d grunt “Uh huh.” Or say “Yeah” while nodding his head after every couple words I spoke. I smoked down the joint to a roach, which caused me to talk less and less during the process until the blunt had me stuck, staring up at the inside of the shed.

‘This is some good weed.’ Wandered through my thoughts, I took another puff and my blunt was done.

To no one's surprise, Bobby was across from me, slumped over staring up at me from the black cube crate.

I laughed on the inside, but only a smirk appeared on my face. My head felt heavy so I laid it back against the metal siding, resting my eyes as well.

Until I feel his hand run across my lap brushing gently over the top of my meat, as it rests on my thigh naturally. I was so blown that all I could do was slowly turn my head his way until our glares merged, he boldly stared into my eyes not budging his mandible for a moment. Not even when I looked down at his hand, rising as my dick swelled under my shorts. I look at him once again slowly, then ask him with a chuckle.

“Man, what are you doing?” I tried not to smile, because I didn't want to give him the wrong impression; but I was stupid high and couldn't stop whichever expression showed up across my face.

“This shit got me horny bro.” He said with all seriousness, no smile, no giggle, no indication that this was some sort of prank. I even looked around the shed from my seat, looking for hidden cameras.

“Bro chill.” I said, watching his hand move up my thigh towards my elastic waistband.

Quickly I grab his wrist, freezing his hand in place seeing that I was a little surprised, “For some hoes, Nigga! Not me.”

“You here though and in horny as fuck.” He said, dragging his words and stroking his hand down the length of the crotch. “I ain't with this gay shit.” “Me either.” He confessed while his fingers stretched out, rubbing up and down the side of my trunk.

“Listen.” I said now trying to remove his hand as it tried to latch onto my dick. “Listen, listen, listen, stop playing with me bro. I ain't trying to do whatever you're trying to do. I’m just trying to smoke.” I begged, raising my voice just a smidgen.

His hand stopped moving and he pulled it back. My eyes were attached to him the whole time, until I felt the threat of him was over. I then relit my joint and enjoyed my high, eventually drifting off in the quiet of the shed.

I nearly jumped out of my seat and the sensation of him tapping on my leg. “Here.” He said, handing me an already rolled joint. “I rolled you the last bit.” Bobby told me, talking about the weed.

Without hesitation I grab the spiff and return my head back to its previous resting spot on the aluminum siding.

Some time later the aroma of his filthy blunt filled my nose causing me to wake up and see him silently getting lifted rocking back and forth on the crates.

Still half asleep, I spotted a joint in my lap and immediately picked it, placing it softly between my lips. I searched around for a lighter before giving up and asking Bobby for his. I lit it, took a deep inhale, and immediately felt a blissful rush, that spiraled me up into the indescribable uplifting feeling, then gently coasted me down onto a pillowy high, I was beyond zooted, and hallucinating too.

Without taking my eyes off of the drug addict, I watch as Bobby crawls towards me, at the same time I could clearly see Bobby sitting across from me on the crates. “What the fuck?” I say looking back and forth between the two, without the knowledge of which one was the imposer.

Even as I could physically feel his hands run up my upper thighs, his mirror image literally sat there and witnessed all of this without saying a word or budging. Confused was an understatement, him kneeling over on his knees in front of me, yanking at the lips of my shorts wasn't.

I tried to speak but all that I could muster was incoherent mumbles while the first Bobby was sitting on the crates watching his counterpart forcefully yank nearly a foot of dick out my shorts, flopping it down on my thigh, then licked from my nappy dick hair to the tip of my meat as the other one's eyes gaped open with excitement.

I wanted to, I even tried to stop him but after hitting that joint, the feeling of horniness was so fucking overwhelming as I stared down at my dick, confined to his clutches. My pipe was so fucking hard, and so motherfucking big! I couldn't believe it. Bobbys hand gently grappled around my meat, wrangling all my dick around in his hand which sent my body into a trembling fit. My toes extended out the end of my slides, stretching the fabric of my socks. “Ughhh shit.” I groaned as his right hand twisted right under the cap of my dick, and the other hand stroked up and down my shaft, his palm gliding tenderly down the length of my shit.

I just had to give in as his mouth descended inch by inch down on most of my dick, my toes loudly cracking, echoing off the walls, the further his throat declined towards my lap. His head felt like melted butter was coating my dick; warm, moist, slick and comforting. I relaxed in the chair, letting the addict be addicted to the brown hard pipe, swishing between his cheeks.

Suddenly my mind kicked back in, “Wait, wait, wait.” I pleaded as I weakly attempted to remove his gobbling face from my lap as his saliva began to trail down to my nut sack. He immediately stopped and Bobby looked up at me with my dick pressed against his esophagus, just at the curvature of his throat as the other Bobby glared at me too. The one eating me trying to speak with all my dick jammed in his mouth. The vibration of a muffled voice, sending me into another seizure-like episode.

‘This weed had me bugging the fuck out.’ I thought to myself as my body trembled because of his oral expertise, making it even more difficult to think as his mouth caressed my head in unison with his fingers twinkling around my balls.

Bobby knew his way around a dick, I'm discovering. It felt like my dick was being run through a car wash, getting a wash, buff, wax, and dry… all at once. I struggled to lift the joint to my mouth, but made that achievement. My hands trembled as I attempted to ignite the flame on my BIC, after a couple tries, another achievement. I have never had a nigga eat my dick, never had I ever been in a mouth that felt like so velvety, so snug and cozy like his.

“Fuck man.” I cried out, before retrieving another massive inhale of smoke, and dropping the lighter on my leg, so I could use my hands to freely push my way past the barrier in the back of Bobbys trachea. I could feel my dick thickening even more in his throat, the morning it eased it the cramped quarters. Creeping my dick towards his lungs.

“Oh shittttt.” I whined, “Fuck, nigga. Eat all this dick.” I demanded looking down into his face. “Yeah, this is what you got me back here for, right? To suck this dick right? Then suck this motherfucka then…” I barked at him, while my eyes watered and wandered toward the nether reaches of my skull, while his pupils struggled not to bulge out of their sockets.

“Yea bitch, just like that.” I bluntly told him, reconnecting my sight with his.

“Yeah, look at you, you dick eating bitch. Oooh yea, ya lips look fucking amazing wrapped around all this dick.” I expressed and encouraged him by slapping him sternly on his cheek, as he tried with increasing speed to bobble his head on as much of my meat as he could, his head vigorously running around in my crotch, delivering his voice box an incredible beating as my testicles bounced up against his chin.

This all felt too much like Heaven and I felt the need to let my children rain down on the back of his tongue similar to how the rains did for forty days and nights. I gripped his head on each side, tossing and twisting my waist with every centimeter of dick violently lunging into his overflowing oral cavity. Right be for I force it all into his gaping throat, then stood up in it; rising to my feet, extended myself even further into his greedy chest. I found the lighter and lit. Consuming yet another hit as I smile down into his stressed face.

“You a nice little dick eating bitch ain't you?” I taunted him and he stared up at me with tears trailing down past his ear. I slapped him hard across his left cheek. “You hear me bitch!?” He didn't budge as he grappled with how to breathe.

I yanked my dick out his mouth, slanging the length of it across his face, from his lips to his forehead. Pounding my piece between Bobby's eyes,h while he gasped for air beneath me. I force the length of my shit, completely back into its previous location, mid breath; stroking it like it was my God-given right, digging my toes into my slides as the tension in my groin swelled.

“You nasty, nasty bitch…” I cooed, up and my tippy toes. I was clutching his chin and head, trampolining my body off his face in my pursuit of this well earned nut. Until with a loud grunt I slowly inched my dick head from his lips, way back towards his stomach, churning hot, thick, globs of cumming into his belly on the way. My nuts pumped and pulsed and I twisted and jerked until I came to a rest against his face, curled up gripping it like a cradled baby. Continuing to unload round after round of hot, sticky, cum into his open, awaiting mouth.

“Uh.” Is all I could muster before I collapsed back into the wooden chair. Now gasping for breath like he was not too long ago. My chest rising like waves hitting the coast after a passing vessel. I looked down to him as he tried to get himself together, me and his mirage.

I ain't go lie.

Once my life essence returned and I hit the joint a time it two, so did my dick to abusing his, lips, mouth, and throat. After the proceeding nut, this time drizzled over his lips, jaws, and nose; I packed my dick up and left. Removing myself from the bandos back yard and continuing my walk back home.

I wasn't but a couple blocks from the house when I saw out the corner of my eye a car pulling up behind me, which it slowly down to my pace. My heart sped up and I repeat a quick prayer, hoping that this ain't a drive by because even after that extraordinary skull action. I wasn't ready to die. I nearly took off run as the window slowly rolled down.

“Ant, my boi! What's up!?” A voice book out the window as the music turned down. A voice I recognized all too well. Lucky for me, it turned out to be DJ, a senior on the college's football team.

“Bro, why you pulling up on me like?” I asked with relief refilling up in my chest.

“Nigga where you going? I seen you walking. I mean I could pull off.” He said.

“I was just heading home in shit, what about you?” I asked him, leaning over into his window.

“i ain't got nothing going, Come on, Let's hit a couple blocks, ain't shit else to do my nig.” I walk behind his car, pulling up my shorts, as I made my way to the car door. I reach for the handle and tank, but it was locked, he quickly unlocked the door and I jumpednright in his passenger side and off he sped down the uncrowded street. I lay the seat back a little, cooling it as the music blast, with my hand under my tank top, rubbing on my stomach. DJ, he looks over at me and smirks at me before turns down the music.

“Ayre, why were you walking? I thought you had a car bro?” He asked being very inquisitive.

“My shit at the mechanic, my water pump went out last week. I've been waiting for my shit to get done for a minute now.” I complained. DJ laughed, then asked me “ When was the last time you heard from, What's her name?” He paused for me to reply, “Who?”

“Alisha, bro. You remember her?” I don't know why he was bringing that chick up, I ain't seen her in years.

“Na, not really.” I simply said, confused on why he was even bringing her up.

You don't remember that we fucked that hoe loose, back in the day?” He slightly bragged, even though he wasn't lying that whore was taking so much dick that night, soooo much dick.

“You ever fucked that hoe again?” He questioned, looking from me to the road and back again as he awaited my answer. I shook my head, then replied “Nah. I ain't never go back through.” I relaid.

“Mannnn that bitch done had a couple babies and now her pussy is better than ever. Ant I just hit that bitch last week.” I looked at him , not too surprised as he said I figured that's why he was asking about her, I still said, “For real?” as if I really wanted to know.

“Listen Ant, I had that pussy puddling all in the bed, it was wild the way her shit leaked all over my dick while she rode me. It's like the last baby rejuvenated her pussy or something. That shit is a1.” He explained in detail.

Being straight up, it was listening to those very details that had a nigga dick rising up under the mesh of my shorts. DJ like a hawk, his skull shifted and he took notice. It wasn't too hard to spot seeing that I had on these thin ass shorts and drawls on

“Man!!! What the fuck you got going on!?” He instantly asked me, eyes attached heavily to the print lumped up on my thigh.

I threw my hands up, at the same time, shaking my head in disbelief. “DJ it's the fucking story, nigga! You are talking about how wet the bitch pussy is. Got me thinking about the shit, what you mean?”

“I wasn't telling you that shit got you to rock up in a nigga car and shit.”

“Yo ass tripping! You done already seen a nigga dick in shit “ I blurted out. And we both were awkwardly silent for a bit until I said, “You know what I mean! Why we were fucking the bitch bro.” I revealed, hoping he would stop looking so weirdly out the windshield.

“What the fuck, I ain't look at your dick.” He assured me, but I knew otherwise and blatantly said, “That's a lie. I know you saw my dick.” To which he straight up denied.

I sucked my teeth, I saw how big your eyes got when I pulled my shit out, when I was laying back on the bed, and you were hitting her from the back. Almost like you weren't expecting me to pull out so much dick.”

He sucked his teeth hard, but didn't deny my truth.

“Ant you really tripping bro. I was looking at yo little shit, I was focused on my own dick.” He assured me.

“Little?” I inquired.

“I'm just talking shit.” He told me nonchalantly.

“Oh because…” I started to say.

“Because what???” He said before I could finish.

“Because you know my dick ain't small.” I spoke with confidence.

“I wouldn't know, I have never seen it.” He repeated.

“Even though you just said.”

To my surprise he reached over grabbing my dick and shaking it while it was hidden.

“Medium. I'll give you that.” DJ told me and he gently gave my member a squeeze.

My mouth hung open, I just knew God was handing me this man's coveted cheeks. It couldn't be possible. I was so shocked, I didn't know what to do at first. But instinct kicked in, and I moved his hand. “Stop playing bro.” I told him somberly.

DJ laughed, replaced his hand, and kept on playing with my meat. I couldn't believe this shit was happening to me twice in a day.

Being the ass I am, I pulled my long thick, veiny ass, red, dick. Flopping it out on my thigh. I was never hesitant to entertain a curious mind.

You should have seen my semi hard dick bouncing around on my shorts as we hit bumps and dips in the road.

I had a pretty good idea that my teammate was somewhat interested in dick, because he almost hit two cars concentrating on my hefty package instead of on the road.

Eventually I asked him to pull up in Walmart parking lot, and he listened. Quickly swerving across two lanes of traffic, slinging his ride into the lot. Driving around towards the back and parking n He looked over at me. “You was scared? That car was driving all crazy and shit.” DJ stated, and in a snap I sucked my teeth, yanking my head in his direction.

“That's the reason? That's why you almost killed me?” I said, looking at him sideways.

“Yeah, you ain't see bro driving all wild and shit?!” He asked me , turning his upper body my way.

“All I saw was you looking at this.” I proclaimed while shaking my dick in my shorts.

“You know I ain't gay right.” He said with a straight face. Instead of replying to this obvious untruth, I pulled out my dick and swayed it through the air before I proceeded to rub it down, while staring at him in his face.

“What the fuck you doing bro?” DJ asked me, acting as though he did want to look at my swinging pendolem.

“Tell me how you was fucking that hoe.” I stated, leaning my head back on the headrest and really began to stroke my shit.

“Are you serious!?” DJ spoke, looking around the parking lot, as though someone could see inside his pitch dark tinted windows. I looked up at him then back down at my dick, then over to him again.

“Waiting.” I informed him.

His lips started moving as began to tell me how he mutted out Alisha, his eyes never losing sight of my lengthy dick. I lowered the seat back, stretching out, while I yanked on my shit.

After a while, I reached over and took his very reluctant hand by the wrist and placed it in my upper thigh. I could feel his hand trembling. Rightfully so if he only knew the thought running through my head at that moment. What I had planned for him.

Just a couple of minutes later, I let my hand loose, hoping my dick fell right on top of his hand like planned. Just my luck it didn't, so I lifted his hand and placed it right on top of it, palm to shaft. DJ was nervous, I could tell by how his hand just sat there, like he had no idea what he should do.

So I leaned up and reached for his low cut. As my hand touched the back of his head. Sliding my hand down the back of his head to his tattooed neck.

He pushed it away, and I opened my eyes to see their pretty ass lips and white teeth as he says. “Whoa what you doing bro…”

Confused, I say, “Trying to put it in your mouth.”

DJ swiftly checks me, “Man I don't know what the fuck you got going on nigga but you can get out my shit with that.”

Calmly, I smiled and leaned up, coming face to face with this dude. He did realize that he'd got me horny after he gripped my dick so we had to finish this.

“DJ.” I said with a smirk. “Ant bro. I ain't on this gay shit bro. You know that.” He said turning and looking out the car driver side window. I took my hand and turned his face towards mine, like the hoe he was. The gold teeth and tats all over don't take the hoe out of him.

I stared him in his eyes, while he attempted to remove his chin from my grasp.

Suddenly I leaned in and pecked him on his lips. His eyes grew wide but he stayed silent. So I kissed him with a pop on his lips, then again but this time longer, fully anticipating that he would pull away. He did not.

Moments later we were swapping salvia, while I caressed my dick.

And with his next spoken words I knew he was mine. “On some real shit, I ain't never fucked at like this. I don't even know why I'm doing this shit now.” He explained, sounding really disappointed. And I can relate, the first time I willingly fucked around, I was real disappointed in myself but I enjoyed every minute of it.

“ You trying to do all this right here?” DJ asked and I did start to smile, “What exactly?” I countered. DJ leaned back in his seat, I started wiggling my dick through the air. Baiting him, hoping I could hook that mouth of his.

After sitting staring at me for about a minute. His mouth moved, “I'm only doing this because I know you won't tell nobody. I wanted to try this shit, but I was too scared.”

“To try what?” I asked. “You know.” He said, sounding like a big ass kid. We went back and forth with the childish shit for a lil bit,and I understood his hold up, it being his first time and him not really knowing what to expect.

Still it wasn't long before my verbal coercion had me guiding his chin into my lap. In no time DJ caught my dick between his lips, bobbing against his full lips and sharp teeth.

I barled through his mouth roughly gliding up and down on my dick, scraping up the first couple inches. I took one hand, resting it on his head, “Put your lips over your teeth.” I instructed him, lightly tapping him on the cheek, without struggle he adjusted his technique; guiding his noggin up and down on my meat was so much more pleasant now.

My other hand wandered its way down the curvature of his back, until it found and clutched onto one of his ass lush cheeks. I gripped and molested his soft shit.

“Dee you got some lube, lotion, or something in here?” I whisper down into his ear. The appearance of shook on his head was unexpected, nonetheless hilarious with my dick still hanging out of his mouth. “Lube? Hell na. We ain't doing all that bruh.” I pushed back in between his lips, “How do you know what we're doing?” I asked. “I know.” He said, taking my dick back into his mouth. But I removed his head, and started to pull up my pants.

“What are you doing? Why did you stop me? It wasn't good my nigga?” He quizzed me with all kinds of worry, echoing in his voice.

“Nah it's not that, just come follow me.” I demanded while I opened up the door leaving his seat laid back, I stood with my dick dangling in the breeze, waiting for my dick to go down and him to get out his car. Once my shit wasn't standing tall for everyone to see we made our way into the side entrance of Walmart, through the garden section.

I hurried through the store, passing aisle after aisle until I found the correct one, and grabbed some lube off the shelf, stuffing it in my pocket

We then walked to the back of the store towards the family restroom; lucky us, it wasn't occupied. I walked in and he stood there, outside by the door just looking at me. I came back out to the door and yanked him in.

“Come on.” I told him, “Are you sure bout this?” He asked, looking around nervous and shit. I pulled him by his shirt and he stumbled in, reluctantly. He walked in and leaned up against the tiled wall. While I locked the door, turning around, I dropped my shorts around my ankles immediately, letting my dick out, all for him.

“Ant man I never did no shit like this. I don't know if I even want to. I've only seen this kind of shit in pornos.”

“Meaning you are curious about it, so u have to stop wasting my time. And get to it.” I explained as my dick swung through the air.

DJ stood there, just staring at me, as though he was trying to soak in all that was happening. Me, that joint still has me horny as fuck. I had no idea what Bobby put in that shit. But i wanted to fuck something.

Badly.

“Come eat.” I told him, now rubbing my hand up and down my dick.

After a second of thought, DJ walked his thick ass up on me, and bent over in front of me, taking my dick into his hand that held two gold rings and a bracelet, lifting it into his awaiting mouth.

“Yeah. Just like that.” I said, caressing him down his back until I reached the crack of his ass. Eventually pushing his lower back down, informing him that I need him on his knees.

He got there.

“Eat this dick right, baby.” I said, rubbing my two fingers on the side of his mouth, while my dick travel between them. DJ was squatting down in front of me and trying to gobble as much of me up into his jaws as he could. I swooped up his head into my arm, rolling it around, controlling it as I pierced about half my dick in and out that mouth.

“See you're gonna do whatever I tell you to do Bitch. Let Daddy Ant feed you this dick…” Hearing that he pulled his head back off my meat and rose to his feet.

“Who the fuck you think you talking to Ant. I ain't no bitch ass nigga.” He blasted, as he took two steps closer to my face. “Bitch….” I started to say before he grabbed me and we started tussling around the restroom. Somehow I managed to pin him down on the counter, which thankfully stopped him. I lifted his head from off the counter and asked him, “Ready to be my bitch?”

He immediately started wrestling around the bathroom again, which really made me laugh. This man could have easily overtaken me, being built like a line backer. All this shit was an act. But I wanted to deflower this pussy nigga, so I put on a performance.

“Get off me! Get off me! Get off me!” He cried. And I released him.

“You play too much man.” He relayed and I stood back smiling with my dick hanging, still ready for action.

“Come give me a kiss nigga.” I demanded. “Hell na. You just called me a bitch.”

“Come here.” I said pointing to the stop right in front of me.

DJ sucked his teeth, scrounging up his face right before saying. “See, see that right there.” He said, taking to steps up and leaning into my face. “That shit right there, makes me wanna break your face.” He growled.

With that said, I pursed my lips and gave him a kiss. And it seemed as though all his guards were released. My hand made its way to his lower chin, helping me fuse our lips together.

His eyes were wide open and so were mind. I could see down into his soul, and it wanted this dick, it wanted it bad.

Once our lips released I spun him round and bent him over on the counter. This time there was no resistance, there was something else in his eyes as he looked up at my reflection in the mirror.

“I don't know, man.” He spoke after looking back at my dangling dick, swaying between my legs.

“You don't know what?” I asked, looking at him surely with frustration etched on my face.

“This NIGGA! I ain't never did no shit like this Bro. And you want me to take all that! My first time. Ion know man.” DJ explained, sounding all types of panic.

“Aye chill, I'm not going to hurt you. Relax…. Chill.. nigga.” I told him standing in the somewhat clean bathroom.

After a brief back and forth I finally got him to bend over on the counter with his ass tooted up and out, his face back to the mirror. Such a magnificent view, his ass looked firm and perky.

Perfect.

DJs waist curved in, then widened the lower your eyes ventured, until you peep his tender chocolate mounds. Stroking my dick, I stepped up and trailed my hands down the arch of his back.

Until my hands were all over his plush cheeks, I opened one up, freeing up my hand as I kneeled down behind him clutching my dick with a strong my grip, only so I could begin to molesting my meat while steered in, for long, deep inhaled; a rich scent of musk and ass inflamed my nose. That was the scent of a nigga. That didn't stop my mission.

Pushing forward, I tickled his hole with the tip of my nose. Moving my face deep, and further into his magnificent mounds, yielding only at the touch of my tongue slipping into his tightly sealed hole. “Oooh.” He moaned and his body twitched, nearly in sync with the flicker of my tongue around the opening of his dookie hole; in an attempt to find an opening.

I wanted to find out what flavor he was, I couldn't for some reason resist the urge. So I popped open his ass with both my hands, putting that little, hairy, brown, man pussy on full display.

“Hello.” I said smiling at the furry opening. Unprotected from my tongue, I slid my right, down the crest of his crack to just below the crease of his nuts. Slithering my tongue back up, ceasing at the threshold of his opening, sneaking my wet, warm, stiff tongue into him at a sloth speed.

He struggled to keep his body from tremors, I could feel his tense he was. I tenderly kissed his pussy, and wiggled his ass around on my face, his thick ass, nearly encasing my entire head. I lick, spit, and slobber all in between it. Heavily coating his booty hole, so much so, the liquid slobbering down onto my chest, then dripping on to my dick, coating it as I beat it.

With one last kiss of his hole, I rise to my feet behind him, and the nervousness on his face is noticeable.

I stepped up behind him, pulling one of his cheeks open, catching a quick sighting of my mark. I wasn't trying to waste any time, moving forward with my dick aimed for its wet and hopefully slippery target.

Going up on my tippy toes as I tried to wiggle my way into him. Forcefully trying to push past his seemingly impenetrable barrier. I tried, and tried to get inside him but DJ wasn't accepting me. “What's the problem?” I asked, hitting him on his lower back.

“That shit hurts! Your dick man, not the bitch ass hit.”

“You grown ass man, stop acting like a kid. Get right.” I tell him, and now he's mad. It took me a good ten minutes to calm him down.

That's when I remembered the lube, and walked over to my pants, grabbing the container out of my pocket.

“Get up there.” I told him pointing to the counter. My home boy climbed up there and bent over like a poodle with his ass up in the air. Ready for a dicking.

“Flip over.” I told him and surprisingly he did with no issue, he probably was nervous about the awaiting beating he was about to receive.

After I made him lay back on the sink counter. Once I pushed his knees, towards his chest, even though he had little choice but to open up and let me deflower him.

I'll save you the details but DJ struggled the whole way through, jumping off the dick, running from the dick, changing his mind, asking to just suck my dick instead ; all that fuck shit.

I didn't give a fuck to be honest, I had a mission to rightfully accomplish, he could squirme and scream with every jug, that's cool with me. Because I couldn't care less and I wasn't going to let his pain make me give up.

I took my time and worked the jock ass open to a gape. Slowly stroking my way inside him, prepping him, training him, listening to him and his body. With all that I finally stretched him open freely. I mean his ass was good, and tight. Once he shut the fuck up and let me work my dick into him, all that screaming and stomach pushing cease to exist, replace by moans and pulling me in.

The nigga was only taking in half the dick, with slow strokes at that, it seems like every time I got into my groove and started throwing more dick in the nigga, he'd jump off or beg stop me to stop; shit one time he almost climbed off the fucking counter.

“Get up, and get over there.” I ended up making him get on the floor anyway. Over in the corner by the bathroom door.

I needed him some where I could pin him down and fuck him like I want too. He got up, like I told him and obeyed my commands and slowly walked over and got down the floor, doggystyle at that then looked back with me with a lustful gaze latched on to me.

I stood behind him, rubbing the length of my dick, anticipating what I had planned for that wide ass of his.

Soon after I stepped up, squatted into this man's pussy, like I was a bull frog during mating season. We started up again; slowly. But eventually I lost my patience with the slow shit.

“Fuck this shit.” I muttered, continuing my strokes. “Hmp?” He whispered as though someone was standing there with their ear pressed to the other side of the door.

I dropped and pushed all of my dick him, he slowly dropped to the floor. Trying to weasel me out of him. Yet my body was clung to his like a glove. His arch slowly transitioned into a flat board-like position.

He tried to push me back but I wasn't having it. I grabbed his arm, folding it behind his back. I forced this niggas face onto the bare on the floor and kept that pressure on his neck while I dug out cave in-between them cheeks of his. Giving him hard, deep down in ya guts dick. That dick that shuffles your bowels.

His ass, and the opening on the inside, now resembled something like a chocolate cream puff. I pulled out and peared into his glazed intestine. His booty juice dripped from the tip of my dick. All wet up my dick returned with ease as he still pleaded for me to ease up. But nah, this time I had entered him so deep in him I couldn't turn back.

With my one hand clinged to his shoulder and my other hand putting pressure on his lower back. I lifted up on him, releasing much of my meat from his grasp. I took a deep breath, then slammed down in side him.

*Bam*

*Bam*

*Bam*

*Bam*

I drove my steel into his wet ass like a hammer to a nail.

Hard, heavy, and steady.

I even spread his legs a bit, laying down my chest onto his shoulder blades, I could feel his heart beat through his back. My dick was engorged and engaged, providing him with slow, nearly bottomless penetration. Looking over his collar bone, I could have sworn my eyes saw visible tears, collided against the surface of the sink.

Seeing DJs sobs from the pleasure his back end was well receiving, caused my dick swell, and naturally my cum wanted to release all in his stomach. I could feel the sensation coming on, as my knees tightened before they got all wobbly. My grip on his warm both grew tighter as I grunted in his ear. I stood up, removing my chest from his back, and sliding both my hands down to his waist. My stroke intensified as did the whining coming from his mouth.

“Yeah Bitch! Yeah. I'm all up in this pussy.” I yelled out smacking waves across his ass. His head slung back and forth as my waist beat against his cheek. “I can feel this nut coming DJ. I'm about to put all this nut up in you.” I alerted him as my legs struggled to stay up right. DJ had some good, tight ass, a lot better than what I had been fucking.

“Put your face on the counter.” I demanded, tapping his head in the direction of the fake stone countertop.

I punched his lower back, “Open up, arch that shit. You know you want this nut Bitch.”

*Bump*

*Bump*

*Bump*

*Bump*

I pounded on his back, with more heavily this time. “Uh huh, arch that shit baby…. Uhhhhh fuck, arch that shit babeeee.” I grumbled while my eyes rolled back and I slowly slid all my dick back into his guts, emptying my ball sack while I caressed his ass cheeks and attempted to push my way past his second opening, so I could stiff it with my cream filling. The farther I went, the louder his “Ahhhh.” I stayed there, ten toes down, did throbbing cum into his bowls. I pulled his ass open and watched my seed leak onto the bathroom floor.

Once my testicles were at zero, I slowly began to pull out, my body jerking and shivering as his swollen glands glide over my tender head. DJ slipped off the sink top to under it, with his arms wrapped around his stomach in a fetal position. I chuckled as I stumbled back against the wall to keep my knees from giving out on me.

It took me a moment to regain my strength, and ability to breathe regularly. It had been a long time since I burst a nut like the one I did inside him. I need a moment.

I eventually got my facilities together enough to help him off the floor. He looked up at me mad as fuck, I assumed because I went in on him like I did but I couldn't help it I needed and craved that nut like a addict to a rock.

With another knock on the door, he stood to his feet and we quickly cleaned ourselves up in the same sink I just fucked him on, We took our time to put our clothes on, hoping whoever was knocking earlier had left. I didn't want anyone to see us both coming up out of there.

After we were fully dressed and before we walked out the bathroom, I stuffed the lube in my pocket. I may still need that, with the way my day was going.

While we made our way back to his car, I asked.

“Where too next? I asked with a smile and at first he didn't answer, so I asked again.

“Where you want to go?” He was slow to respond, “Wherever you were going before you picked me up.” I told him. “The mall it is.” The bottom told me and I continued to trail him to his vehicle.

DJ was quiet the whole ride there and to be honest with you I didn't know why, the shit was bothering me heavily. “What's wrong man, you ok?” He looked over at me then slowly said, “Yeah.”

But I was convinced. “You don't seem like it. Don't let this shit that happened change us.”

With red eyes he quickly told me. “Real shit it won't.”

“I feel that it already has.” I quickly countered. “Look how quiet you got, you're barely saying shit.”

He flicked his nose and his face got real stern. “What am I supposed to say to you a nigga that just shot his seed all up in me. I don't even know what to think about that shit. How do I get it out?!”

“The same shit you would say to a nigga that hadn't and it'll come out, trust me.” I said, trying not to laugh.

He let out a deep sigh as we turned into the mall parking lot. “I took his hand and placed it in my lap. “Park over there.”

He pulled his hand away. “Man nah.”

And I quickly snapped at him, “Listen Bro. If we go be fucking round I don't want all this back and forth.”

Stunned, DJs wasted no time asking me.”Who the fuck you think you is talking to me like that.”

I laughed before saying “Im the nigga that had you crying like a bitch as I busted my nut all up in you.” Then continued with “And I know you liked the dick so PARK WHERE THE FUCK I SAID PARK.” And guess what DJ did next; just what the fuck I told him.

Right after I bunched my pants down around my knees, he took control, yanking my dick out my drawls and quickly slinging my shit into his jaws, like he’d quickly mastered the art. He even took the initiative of going in my pants pocket, removing the lube and coating his ass. I patted him on the ass before pulling his head out my crotch and we both climbed over the seat. I laid him on his back and lowered myself onto him. This linebacker let out this hoeish moan, as I lifted up his thigh and slid in-between them. Then crawled up into his body.

I can't lie he felt beyond amazing, damn near as good as the previous. I couldn't resist laying the dick down behind Macy's.

He eventually needed a break from getting broken in, and rolled from under me and got on his feet, grabbing my dick and guiding it up in him as he slowly sat down on me, rocking on my dick so hard that his car rocked so much I thought the axle would break.

I nutted even faster this time, then the last with him grinding around on my groin. I ended up pulling him all the way down on my dick shooting my juice as deep in him as possible. I wanted my seed to be implanted in him for days.

He in return, sat all the way down on my dick scooting and twisting hard until his nut flew all over my tank top. Which then cancelled our trip into the mall. I couldn't walk around with cum stain all over my shirt. Plus I think he was worn out.

We laughed and said identically, “Let's just go home.” But before we made it, my dick rose again and I once again smashed him again in the front seat of his car in a park up the street from my house, squeezing one more nut out before he dropped me off up the street from my residence.

“See you on campus my nigga.” I told him, closing the door to his car and walking up the sidewalk. As I thought about it I felt like the nigga had done the shit before because how a virgin nigga take all this dick, three times in a couple hours, he ain't look gay, but he took dick like a fem. DJ looked just like your typical nigga that play college football and used to live in the projects.

I wanted to text him, to come back, because I really felt like I needed him to pull out one more but from me. Shiy, but as I lifted my phone out of my pocket , I bent the corner walking towards my house. I saw from a distance Duke sitting on my porch talking to my brother. My first thought was “Fuckkkkkkk.” As I looked at my pants stained with lube at the zipper.

Friday Night

It’s the first Friday night on campus and this is our first year in college. I had just finished showering and now browsing through the closet. My mind was made up, I needed the perfect fit to wear out tonight but couldn't figure out what I wanted to wear. "Jeans? Joggers? Shorts?’ I couldn't figure it out. Time was of the essence, there were folks waiting on me, so I needed to figure it out quickly.

I hear my phone vibrating on the dresser. I must have forgotten to take it off after the end of class. I run over to look at the name and laugh. It’s my boy Mario, I answer “What's up?”

“Man you ready?” He asked.

“Yeah I'm ready.” I tell him, lying.

“What about your brothers?” He says.

“Yeah I think they're ready too.” I tell him, truly not knowing.

“Be on your way I'm going to start walking towards your dorm.” Mario responded, sounding like he's running around his dorm.

“Just come to my dorm room.” I voice quickly, knowing his response.

I hear him suck his teeth, asking, “Why man?” Fully knowing the answer.

Being honest I told him “I'm almost ready, not fully though.”

He starts laughing. “I should have known. Alright, Rey hurry the fuck up man.” He commands right before he hangs up.

That still wasn't even close to the truth, I was standing in front of my closet; letting my dick, balls, and asshole breathe. After Mario hung up, my mind clicked, and I pulled out a fit, it was kind of preppy looking but I could pull it off.

“Rey!” I hear blaring from my door. “What the fuck!” By the way I’m Reynard Thomas but my friends call Rey. I’m in eleventh grade as you know & I just turned 17 a couple weeks ago. Actually my brothers did too, I have two, Leynard (Nard) is older and Jeynard (Jay) is the youngest but were all 17. Yea we're triplets, and from what all the chicks tell us the sexiest in Florida. Jay walked in my room and asked me if I was ready, I had just finished putting on my new Jordans. “Yeah I'm ready.” I told him. As me and my brothers walked out the house, our crew was waiting; we always walked to the skating rink together. Talking about how we looking forward to getting some pussy tonight and shit like that. Friday nights for us usually ended in sex, at least for me and my brothers, our homeboys sometimes got lucky too.

Once we entered the rink, immediately all the chick ran up and crowded around us, we each picked the girls we wanted and continued on to the skating rink floor. I picked was Lisa she’s one of the sexist Latin chicks in school and she was grinding up on me hard, I know she feeling every inch of me. With my hands on her hip I was pressed up against her making sure she could feel she wasn’t dealing with a little boy. She stopped twerking on me and grabbed my hand, skating me into the game room. It wasn’t many people in there, so Lisa and I found a dark corner between the game machines and without hesitation she dropped to her knees. Then unzipped my pants and pulled my dick from the confine of my briefs. I heard her whisper “wow” before I felt her lips touch the tip of my head, then felt her mouth massaging my dick as it slid towards the back of her throat. I could tell she was nervous so I coached her on, “You doing good.” I told her.

“I never had better.” I lied but it worked; before you know it Lisa was throwing her head halfway down my dick without gagging. The shit was actually feeling good, I closed my eyes and enjoyed her service, as she became more confident she took in more of me until I felt her gagging against the base of my pipe. It felt amazing, but it wasn’t an unfamiliar feeling.

As my body tensed up and my toes curled in my new shoes I could feel it was time, to see if she was a keeper or not. With one hand on her head I flung my dick in and out of her throat, until “Ugh” I let out as my body tensed up.

I let out my load of baby juice into her throat opening, glob after glob, but they all disappeared down her throat. Yeah Lisa was definitely a keeper. She got up and dusted off her knees and pulled me back out to the dance floor with my dick still hanging out. I rushed to put the snake back in it cage before the other niggas got jealous and we dance the rest of the night. As the Skating rink closed I waited outside for her mom to come pick her up. We switch numbers and kissed goodbye right before she did. Then me and my brothers set off walking back home.

I told the crew how Lisa sucked me up in the game room. Leroy said she was in his third period class, that he was going to try and get some on Monday. I laughed and told him “She hooked on this good meat but go on and try little man.”

Jay laughed then said “Shit I had Taisha in the bathroom.”

***

“Hold up Taisha?” Rey said looking at me with envy in his eyes. That was the one chick he had been wanting since forever, shit since we started highschool and could never get. What he didn't know was that i had been kicking with her on the low and tonight finally got her.

“Yeah Taisha.” I said with a giant smile.

“What happened Jay, what y'all did?” Mario asked.

”Hold up I thought I seen you walk off with Jalisa though.” Nard said before I could answer.

“I did but I had to let her loose when Taisha came, she didn't let me know she was coming tonight. But when I saw her we started chatting and shit, and you know me I went to kissing on her neck and talking in her ear. She slid her hand under the table and felt on this dick and was on ready.”

“This nigga.” Rey muttered but I continued on with my story.

“We were looking for a spot in the game room but seen Rey ducked off in there and other people, so we snuck in the family restroom. When I tell y'all her head was amazing, like she had been doing it her whole life; but that pussy, that pussy was fire, she creamed all over my dick and the counter. I was balls deep in that pussy taking my time with it, stirring that shit. We may have made a baby in that bitch.”

I heard Ray suck his teeth which caused me to look over at him and smile.

***

“You okay bro?” Jay asked me after i sucked my teeth. “I'm straight Jay.” I said sarcastically, right as we got back to the neighborhood and that's where we split up. Sam and Troy were going to stay the night at our house; so they walked with us while everybody else headed down the other street. As we made it home my brothers headed straight to my room; but I went to check on my mom to see if she was sleeping and alright. Mommy was knocked out snoring, I pulled the covers over her and gave her a kiss then headed to my room.

When I walked in the first thing I seen was Sam and Troy on their knees with a mouth full of dick with both of my brothers standing in front of them forcing dick tonsil deep into their throat, actually from what I remember Troy could suck a good dick, by the time he was finished you’d be seeing stars and constellations. Sam on the other hand where that head lacked, his ass made up for it 10 times, the way it cling to the dick would have any boy giving up his lunch money for a second stab in it. Troy being cute as fuck with his thin little frame, and big lips like his mom; made it a pleasure to feed that mouth. Sam had a little more weight on him but that didn’t stop a nigga from beating up them guts, he was a stunner too with them looks. But standing here watching Troy’s mouth glide down the shaft of Nard’s dick had my own shit getting on brick, then hearing how Jay was moaning from the way Sam was sucking on his left nut, wasn’t helping my dick go down either, not that I wanted it to. I knew had to get up in some guts, my dick would be mad if I hadn’t. So I crept up behind Sam, pushing Jay back onto my bed.

***

“Damn bro!” Jay yelled as he landed on the bed. “Shut the fuck up.” I told Jay, “Before you wake up Ma.” I continued to explore Troy's mouth, as Rey laughed at him then bent down and kissed Sam on his right ass cheek, then the left. Sam moaned then refilled his mouth with Jay as he laid back on the bed as though nothing had happened. I watched my brother wasted no time letting his tongue slide down our friends crack, then inside him, my body cringed thinking about how bitter that bootyhole must taste with all the sweat from skating all night caked up back there. My body awakened as Troy opened his throat, pushing his mouth down to the base of my dick, twirling his fingers around on my balls. He even stuck his tongue out and tickle the top of my balls.

***

“What kind of trick is that?” I asked Troy but he couldn't answer with my brother in his mouth. I went back to work by pushing my tongue slowly back inside Sam only to get that blast of flavor I loved so much, soon it was my finger that joined my tongue inside him but that made my dick jealous because it was throbbing to get inside something. Little Rey Jr was begging to slide inside Sam, so I had to oblige, I stood up then squatted down behind him while he still sucked on Jay. I pushed my head inside while I gripped his waist with both hands; he let out a moan that was muffled by the dick in his mouth. “Open that ass up Rey.” Jay said cheering me on. I looked up at him laughing shaking my head. I squeezed in his hole but my homeboy ass clamped around my dick right as I tried to. pumped in him. I smacked him on the ass and he opened right up and that first stroke felt like that place good people go when they die. I could feel the moisture inside his colon, I had to pull my dick out just to see the wetness dripping from the tip. The way he growled and glitched the sheets with I thrusted my way back in him, had Rey Jr on steel. Bullshitting around I rammed every inch inside of him and watched him as he struggled to sucked my brother’s dick, saliva dripping from his mouth, him gasping for air as Jay beat his throat in. It was hilarious, even more than listening to Jay openly brag about how he trained Sam at throwing that ass. It was true I see, Sam walls were too much for me, because I was about to cum. Speeding up putting my back to work, I slammed my dick inside him, clamping his waist, keeping my legs and back straight, bouncing off his ass, my dick was penetrating hard and deep, it was no match for Sams inside; my seed flowed out from slit in my dick to that place it goes inside his inner bowels. I collapsed all my weight on his back, damn there hyperventilating as I watched Jay pulled out and cummed all over his face.

Shit then me and Jay laid back watching as Nard destroyed Troy’s throat, literally had him laying his head back on the bed while he was on his knees pounding his throat. When I say fucked, he fucked it, slamming into this boys face with enough force to dislocate his jaw then nutted all over it. After they finished up, we all took turns taking a shower then went to sleep.

The next morning when I woke up, Jay and Troy were watching cartoons, I got up and walked to the bathroom to take a piss. As soon as I opened the room door the smell of bacon, eggs and grits hit my nose and I knew my mom was awoke. Since I was naked I crept back into the room before my mom seen, found a candle, lit it, so my mom wouldn’t walk in and smell sex. You know them moms got them bionic noses. My mom called us for breakfast, so I woke up Nard and Sam then we all headed to the table. As we ate Troy said “Miss Thomas you always make the best breakfast, I’ve never tasted anything as good as your eggs” Jay looked up from his plate, “You sure, I thought you said the same thing last night”.

We all started laughing except my mom who obviously didn’t know what we were talking about. But it didn’t stop her from asking, “What’s so funny about that?”

“Oh Ma last night he had this milkshake and kept talking about how good it tasted going down his throat” I answered.

We busted out laughing again. After breakfast we all cleaned up and went outside to meet up with our crew and play some football. We always played against these white boys that stayed in the next neighborhood over. And I’m going to tell you some of them white boys were sexy as shit. As we met up on the field behind the high school we exchanged greetings and talked shit about who was going to win, but when I saw my main squeeze I knew it was time to play. Nicholas was on the school football team and always thought he was the best on the team until he was under me.

This work of fiction contains extreme violence, sexual assault, coercion, and other disturbing themes. It is intended for mature audiences only.

Author’s Note

This is a work of fiction written from the perspective of an unreliable narrator. The views and actions depicted do not reflect my own. The story intentionally explores brutality and …

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Content Warning

This work of fiction contains extreme violence, sexual assault, coercion, and other disturbing themes. It is intended for mature audiences only.

Author’s Note

This is a work of fiction written from the perspective of an unreliable narrator. The views and actions depicted do not reflect my own. The story intentionally explores brutality and moral collapse without endorsement.

(*** Indicates a confessional***)

'Man I fucking hate these days.’ I said to myself, rolling over in my bed, expelling a deep breath.

‘I really hate these shitty ass days.' Is repeated in thought exactly as I stared up at the metal bars of the top bunk hovering over me as I moved on to the reason I was dreading this day, it was the fact that today, the facility would be visited by them fucked up ass teenagers from scared straight.

This happens every couple of months, the state runs a program that coordinates with the prison on the reform of problematic teens. They usually inform us of their arrival a week or so in advance, and which inmates they will exploit to scare the teens. Which now have to be of legal age after a past incident of a child getting hurt.

I believe that it's a waste of time, most end up right in here anyway. ‘Come, send your kids, and let felons try to scare the crime out of their lives.’

Doesn't sit right with me. The shit don't work but I don't even participate in them, they don't do shit for me, it won't shorten my sentence, so fuck em. I do like to watch as the other inmates put on a show and try to reform these badass criminals.

As usual the guards come through banging on the cell to do a count. I'm already awake but still groggy, I stumbled out of bed, walked out those thick metal bars and stood next to my cell with my dick brick hard in my state issued white boxers. The female guard walks by and squeezes miniature me and yells "38!", then onto the next inmate "39!"

***Miss. Shonda the Correction Office:

"His dick was just sticking out there child hard and heavy behind that thick ass fabric, I just had to touch it. If I was so scared I would lose my job… I'd try it." ***

Her touch made my shit grow hard as concrete but that motherfucka was too thick and heavy to stand up for attention. She knew that as I adjusted myself and folded my hands over my crotch until they were done with the morning count, and I went back right into my cell. Yanking down my white drawls and flopping down on that cold steel toilet. Staring out into the cell block, letting pissing flow from my dick and a fart echoed in the bowl. I brushed my teeth right before I wiped my ass, then got up and found a clean gray jumpsuit with my inmate number printed on the back, as I awaited shower time.

That time arrived and I walked out my cell, down the corridor to the shower stalls, only to see there's already a line forming at the showers. I’m impatient. I switched right around, to head back to my cell and try again later. Only the way back I reached down and swiped my fingers up and under my bawls, then inserted those same fingers and stuffed them in my nostrils. The smell of slightly tainted testicles engulfed my senses. I could wait a little longer to bathe was my thought process as I made it back to my bunk, then right as my ass touched the padding; in walks the lead guard, walking into my domain.

Without a greeting he says, "It's your lucky day, you get to train the new inmate." Officer Mooki says with a smile. I turned to see a young, thick bodied, dark skinned, silhouetted standing there in his orange jumpsuit behind the officer. .

***Officer Mookie:

"I know he doesn't want to show him the ropes. But I didn't give a fuck. They’re both here for gang activity and crimes, he’s the perfect person for the newly incarcerated to shadow." ***

"Show him the ropes until we find him a permanent cell." The officer commanded before turning and walking out. I nodded my head then pulled out a bin from under my bunk to look for some socks. The new guy walks over and flops down on the bottom bunk across from me with a blanket, towel, and wash rag bundled up in his arms.

"My name is Robert, but everybody calls me Black." He began with, yet I ain't say a word. After finding my sock, I stand up, and walk over to him. His facial expression goes from curiosity to fear as I cock back and drive my fist into his chest. Immediately he drops his bundles then himself to his knees, grappling at his chest as he attempts to gasp for air.

Coughing and spitting up saliva, he crawled in the corner. "What fuck you do that for?" he blared out at me trying to collect himself, panic clearly in play.

"You sat on my clothes, be more careful. Niggas kill you for that." I told him as an overhead alarm began to roar throughout the block; meaning we were free to roam the cell block freely.

"Get your shit it's shower time." I demanded, Robert gathered his couple of belongings and shuffled on behind me as I exited our cell.

***Robert (Black):

“I didn’t know what the fuck was going on, this crazed motherfucka punched me in my shit out of now where. Who the fuck thought prison would be like this. My chest is still tender…” He said before pulling up his chest and showing his bruised chest.***

He follows me down the hall to the shower room, picking the shower head right next to me. “Keep your eyes, thoughts, and reactions to yourself.” I informed him, as I turned on the shower head, and the cool water hit my body. I tensed up at first, but the warm water kicked in fast.

Black stepped back from the shower head, and my gaze never left his frame. He unzipped his jumpsuit down to his waist, then pulled off his tank top. My eyes relaxed as I admired his chest and torso. When he unbuttoned the lower section and the rest of his outfit dropped down around his ankles, damn there every head in the shower shifted in his direction.

My dick began to extend with the view of him bent over trying to get his pant leg from over his foot. A glimpse of his hair puckered hole would have been all I needed for my dick to start leaking. This nigga had an ass and thighs like a female, ass sitting up high and plump; looking all soft and shit. Thighs thick and full like a running back.

I think I fell in love at first sight of that ass. I turned around to see the faces of my peers, most dick were solid as steel, entranced with that ass served up fresh in front of us.

***Pookie (An Inmate also in the shower):

“I ain’t even go lie to you, That night had a once in a lifetime ass on him, he’s gonna have to be my wife. I decided right there in that shower, that chocolate ass was gonna be mine.” ***

The now hot water trailed down between my ass, while I watched his walk over and into the water, envious of the channel of aqua running down through his crack, I felt like it should have been my nut. My dick was hard as the jail walls surrounding a nigga. I peered into his face while grappling on my meat. I wanted him to know I wanted to be all up in him. Because I just knew I was going to have to try that.

***Robert:

“I wanted to ask him what the fuck he was staring at, but I already knew.” ***

Must have been fate, because as he went to open up his bar of soap, just like a cliche he dropped his soap and actually bent over to pick it up. Glory be to the Lord; those ass cheeks spread open, all I saw was a peak of heaven. I quickly glanced over at Peanut, with his tall but slim frame; he knew exactly what I was on, this wasn't our first rodeo.

***Peanut (Marcus):

“New pussy.” He says smiling, shaking his head and rubbing his hands together, his long thick unruly dreads flinging from side to side.***

I signaled for him to make the move, which of course he acted, grabbing him by his neck, grabbing up the soap and forcing it into his mouth, muffling out the terror trying to escape it. He couldn't scream even if he did that would make this so much more pleasant for me.

He put Black's head between his legs, tightened his thighs around his neck, pushed down on his lower back, locking him in place.

***Razi:

“I walked up that pussy like God ordained me to do it. One that is firm, yet soft, the shape of it just like my first baby momma. Yeah, there was no doubt I needed to handle that.” ***

I lathered my hand up with soap as I stepped up behind him. I looked up and most of the other four or five inmates had left out; they knew too what was about to happen. I tested out the booty first, sliding my middle finger down his ass crack and gently forcing it inside him.

***Robert:

This fucking man fucking doing the crazy fucking thing possible to me, on my first day in prison! I tried to struggle and fight them niggas off of me…” He expresses, visibly shaken, a single tear falling from his face. ***

He was shaking his head like crazy, and flinging his arms trying to get free. But Peanut was an ex wrestling trainer, Dude was locked in. Bubbles foamed out his mouth as he still attempted to yell through the soap.

“Keep that nigga still P.” I commaned, it was time, I needed to cum. I positioned myself behind him, putting my feet in between his spreading them apart. I lathered up my dick after reaching around and taking the soap and spit from his lips, coating the first few inches of my dick then slid it between his cheeks until I felt his hole.

I pushed forward, let my engorged mushroom head press into his clamped, damp opening, and it genuinely felt untouched. My knees buckled as an unexpected pleasure shot down to my toes and I stumbled back a couple steps.

***Razi:

“I wasn't sure I was ready, I had to get my mind together for this one.” He said tapping on his chest. ***

I stepped back up, recalibrated myself and went again to try and push it in. The soap, spit mixture made it nearly impossible for his sphincter to resist. It was futile as the pressure around my head increased the more I split my way into him. That's when he really started bucking causing me to slip out.

Black clinched his asshole closed but I told Peanut to hold his nose closed and to cover his mouth while I made him open up. Black put up a good struggle but it was relentless. When Peanut let go of his mouth and nose; he had to breathe in and his hole opened up and I quickly pushed as much in him as I could. His colon was so tight and full of textures, the way his ass cheeks and pussy, just enclosed around my dick like a wet velvet glove as I gently stroked them both, as I rubbed down his back.

***Robert:

Exits the confessional room with tears trailing down his face. ***

He squirmed and groaned loudly with that mouth full of soap. I saw a guard peep his head in, and saw us in action. He watches for a moment from the entrance then turns his head and back to us as though he saw nothing.

I was in there now, he was opening up and resisting less. He was still so tight though, I could only manage give him a couple inches, but I had so much more to put in him. A bit, that just wasn't enough.

Looking down on that ass trying not to eat this dick of mine, had me about to explode right inside him. That's when I felt a hand on my shoulder, it was D-Roc who then patted me on the chest, he wanted a turn.

***D-Roc:

“This fuck nigga was going to ruin the new pussy before I could get some. Selfish ass nigga always trying to fuck the new inmates first.” He said, sucking his teeth and looking very disappointed. “That Razi got a dick that should go first in a train and that's all I'll say.” ***

“Bro you got to wait your turn, I ain't even got in him good yet.” I said shifting my attitude, he was about to piss me off, as I lifted Black up off his feet, and Peanut released his neck.

“Helped me pinned him to the wall.” I told them both, to which they acted, snatching him up quickly, pinning his back, shoulders, and arms, to the tile wall. I scooped up his legs, walking inside of them, and invading with this thick meat right up inside of him. I smiled and grinned in his face while they lowered him down on all this dick.

As much dick as I could fit up and in him, pumping away into wet, slimy booty. Before pulling out quickly, letting him and his legs fall to the floor. D-Roc and Peanut had released him too, and spit out the bar of soap. Me and D-Roc picked up to his feet but he just fell back down to his knees, looking defeated and exhausted. Peanut stood in his face, lathering up his dick millimeters from his lips. He slapped on the cheek a couple times and Black head shot up and he looked into Peanuts face, as he looked down into his…

“Eat.” Was all he said before spitting in his face, and yelling “Eat this dick bitch!” Before Black could even speak. Peanut grabs his head and forces his smaller dick than mine into the soapy jaws of the new bee. Using one hand to throw Black's head into his lap, at the same time Peanut's head now hung back and his muscles in his chest, abs, ass and legs tensed up. He stood there flat foot, throwing his stroke into Blacks throat. His hands thrust matched his throat.

“uhhhhhh…” A deep groan escaped his mouth.

Right as the he same guard walked up, "Aye cut that out, let the inmate go.'' Peanut sucked his teeth then positioned himself for reentry into Black mouth. "If you stick your dick back in him you are going to be in confinement for 30 days." Peanut looked at the guard for a couple seconds then backed away and released him.

***Officer Mack:

“Peanut was enjoying that head too much. I had to stop the shit before he came into that man's mouth. That's a different type of disrespect right there. So I did the right thing and broke it up.” He says looking very proud of himself. ***

I stepped back over to my shower head and continued my bath like I had no involvement. I looked over at Black, who had tears streaming down his cheeks. He got up to his feet and just stood there staring at the shower tiles.

***Black:

Sobs, “Shit happens.” ***

I rinsed off and then told him to “Hurry up and come on. It's time for breakfast.” He didn't say a word, he finished rinsing off, dried off, for dressed he just followed me out of the shower. A couple of the inmates that were in the shower stared, laughed and snicker while we made our way to the cafeteria. I explained to him the process of getting your food and cleaning up afterwards as we headed towards the tray line. We both grabbed a tray and stood in the line.

Today there was watery grits and eggs, and sausage on the menu. We got our food and sat down at my table. Black ate with his head down, still not saying a word. I chuckled saying "Don't blame yourself, blame that fat ass you got back there. You gotta have been a virgin because of the way...." I saw him grip his plastic fork as I talked, which made me start to laugh, when the water dropped from his eyes into those watery ass grits; I really lost, and nearly fell off my seat laughing.

I went even harder. “Nobody gives a fuck about you in here man, save them fucking tears for the phone call home. You can tell them all about how you're gonna be taking this dick later, now fix your face and eat your food.” I told him as I burst out into laughter.

I managed to stop cackling and finished eating and by the time we finished it was time to go do our assignments, then back to our cells, at least for me and Black.

When we returned to our room, that’s when Black all of a sudden had a lot of things to say and aggression not only towards me but about the amazing activities that happened early.

“You don’t have your homeboys with you now, come take something now nigga!” He yelled out, flaring and bucking up his solid body at me.

I stood up from my bunk and hung a sheet over the cell bars, while he yelled, paced, and talked shit around the cell.

He wanted to fight and I gave him just that, we squared up, threw fist and tumbled around the cell, in the end Black ended up knocked out, with his left cheek resting on the cell floor.

Of course I took full advantage of this opportune time, and yanked his pants and boxers down, releasing his beautiful ass from their confinement. I kneeled down on the floor behind him, arching my back and lowering my face into his full ass.

Slithering my tongue out one whole and into another, his body didn’t budge; my right hook sent him straight into nap time, it was fate for me to be munching on his violated boy pussy. I slurped, slopped, and spit all in his ass to get him ready for what was coming next.

I slide my pants down and my stocky, veiny penis out through the opening in my overly bleached boxers. Climbing up his back, and resting all my weight on his back, pressing my chest firm up against his body. Grinding and thrusting my hips, frotting my dick between his pillowy butt cheeks. It felt so good, I almost busted a nut up his back, but I craved the feeling of his intestines.

“Mmmm.” I moaned as a tingling sensation traveled down to the tip of my toes, and I bite on the back of his ear lobe. My dick was so swollen it felt like it would pop if I didn't do what I did next.

I kneeled up off of him and grabbed the mat of his bunk and rolled it up, lifted him up and placed it right below his stomach then proceeded to gently lay him back down on the chilly cement floor.

Gripping my dick, while maneuvering towards its insertion point, I laid my weight down on him and made my way inside him once again.

My toes cracked and my hamstring was moments away from aching up, but I managed to penetrate him. He was relaxed this time, he felt so warm and comfy in his interior.

“Oh fuckkkk….” I mumbled as I scraped my dick up against the walls of his sticky guts.

“Ah yes….” I labored, breathing heavily in his ear as my dick throbbed, spewing milky nut down into his bowels. He felt so soft, open, and bottomless this time around. I couldn't help but release my nut. My balls churned and turned as they drained out into his once empty lower intestine.

My dick did dare fail me, it grew harder and drilled deeper into Blacks cavern, I spread his legs apart, lifted my self by the arms, and increased the speed of my thrust. This boys pussy open up even more and I found myself steadily beating in his back, his body rising and falling back with every touch of our body; his cheeks contact with the floor preventing him from sliding up the floor.

I twisted and jucked my body, beating out his frozen body at different angles. And I could feel it once again, my nuts grinding, building up its load for expellsion. I wasn't ready to fill him up again, I was having way too much fun pile driving him into the floor. I'm sure the cell under us could hear it all.

I conceded and seeded all in his belly, quickly jumping out of him and resting back on my legs, as I grapple with catching my breath.

When I did, I got up and climbed in my bunk, tucking my flaccid dick back into my boxers. I glanced back at him still laying motionless on the floor before I covered myself with my blanket and turned over for a nap.

I had dosed off by the time I heard our cell door slide open and a voice ask, “What the fuck is going on in here?”

I look over my shoulder to see black, big bellied, greasy ass Officer Mike with the sheet pulled back. I instantly thought, “Fuck I forgot to take that down.”

***Officer Mack Brown:

With a relaxed expression on his face. “I walk in to see this inmate stretched out on the floor, not moving. Immediately ran in and checked to see if he was breathing.” ***

I turn back over and cover up, telling the CO, that Black was sleep. “With all this ass out like this?” He asked and Immediately said, “What?”

He repeated himself, “With his ass out like this?”

I didn't answer, I literally just laid there, attempting to play as though I was sleeping. I softly snores, hoping this would cause the officer to leave, the cell got quiet and I dosed back off for real. That's until I was waken to the sound of smacking bouncing around in my ear.

I quickly turned over to see Officer Mack with his slacks around his ankles, his enlarged belly perched on Blacks back, and his thick, stubby dick ramming into the back side of the still unconscious inmate. The officer had him thrown over the bottom bunk and was raiding out his asshole. His big body clashing into the young inmates, so carelessly until he pulled out the gaping open crevice and dribbled cum on to the floor. I turned over and listened to him fix his uniform while behind my back. Not moving until he pulled the sheet down and exited the cell block.

It was time for the scared straight kids to come through. So I rose up, cleaned up and exited the room and strolled down to the common area where the warden came in and gave us that same fucking talk about changing these childrens lives and making a difference, like we really even gave a fuck. Give us more canteen or shorter sentences motherfucker.

Afterwards, we headed back to the holding area, and moments later in the walk about 16 of them, most of them black, a couple were Spanish and one white. They brought them in and made them stand in line. All of the just staring at us, looking goofy as fuck.

Us inmates also stood there, looking just as fucking dumb as we listen to thim go one by one as they told us their names and why they were there.

One was 13, had stabbed his brother in the chest, another was 15, felony robbery; then there was an 18 year old he was Spanish, part of a local gang in the neighborhood. Come to find out he had just had his birthday two days ago; he was in here for a dropped murder charge and aggravated robbery.

I sat back and watched as my fellow inmates did their best to scare these kids; most were genuinely scared as fuck, others couldnt give a fuck. They locked them in cells, showed them the showers, where we ate, the shit we ate. That usually was enough to make most smart motherfuckas never come back.

***Scared Straight Teen:

"I was scared for them having to love in here but they ain't scare me at all." ***

Crazy enough, as we were walking back toward the staging area. There was a loud explosion, that rocked the building, the emergency doors shut on cue and the fire alarm starts blaring. Inmates start pouring into the walkways, the correct and orginization staff in a panic try to grab as many kids as possible an immediately they lock down the units, rushing some of the kids left out, mixed in or running through the facility. In emergencies the doors close but don't lock, so that left many of us in the cell block common area looking confused, running, hiding, or trying to escape.

During all of this commotion, out of the corner of my eye, I see the little Spanish dude run into them of out the showers, then freezing and slowly backing, back into the showers. Doing my best not to be noticed, I gradually make my way over, careful slipping into the shower room. I met him at the threshold as he was about to walk out.

I placed my hand on his chest, put pressure, stopping him in his tracks. Pushing him backwards inside; in the process his eyes glaring open in fright. "Where are you going, you must be scared and lost?" I asked with a sinister grin.

His body trembling, he yelled out loud as he could, "What the fuck you doing, back the fuck up of me." He said his face bawled up in anger. I just continued to smile, walking closer and closer to the back of the room. Scared as I walked him down, he just kept backing up until he was backed against the unbreakable wall, and my unbendable pipe.

"You can't do nothing to me man, they're gonna notice I'm missing." He says with his voice shivering. I walked closer, pressing my forehead against his, then kissed him gently on the lips. He nearly fainted, I caught him in my arms.

“I want you up and wiggling.” I confessed. Tapping him on the face to make sure he was aware of what was about to happen to him.

"Damn you taste sweet bae." I told him caressing him slicked back black hair. His eyelids enlarged and his pupils dilated. It was as though I could see the fear down into his soul. He jabbed me in the stomach, in the effort for me to release him from my romantic grip.

"Get the fuck up off me man!" He yelled”HELP!! HELPPP!!!” He went to call for a guard, consoler, andmyone but I tighten up my restraint, causing him to gasp for air and quieted all that yelling as my hand moved up gripped around his neck. I squeezed his throat as his eyes bulged, then smiled at his scared ass before saying, "Oh so you a bad lil motherfucka, you wanna be in jail so bad let me show you bout this jail life." I said with a manic chuckle before stepping back and unfurling my dick out of my jumper.

"They call this the educator, and imma teach you how to take it." I informed him happily.

He burst out the water works, pleading for me not to rape him. I wasn't trying to hear that shit. I released his neck, commanding him to

"STRIP!" His body shaking so bad you would have thought we were standing in the artic. My eyes watched his every movement, planted in front of him. I rubbed on my dick and played with my bare nipple as I stood there enjoying this unwilling strip tease. As I walked closer to him watching him back up and cower as he slid down the wall balling up in the corner. I stopped in front of him, with my dick hanging down, curling down the crest of his nose; resting up against the tip of the top of his lip.

"Kiss it." I told him. This nigga lunges forward and bites my dick with all of his off white teeth. I collapse to my knees and he jumps up and punches me in the face then tries to run, but I grab his foot, tripping him. His head hits the tile floor hard, bouncing off of it once before he laid there motionless, unconscious I believe.

I used this as another opportunity to pull his pants down around his ankles, showing his legs covered in tattoos, and Mexican hand symbols, everything but his perfectly round asscheeks were covered in ink. Seeing this my dick swells up significantly, but this time while inside him. Shit that was until I gripped his ass with one hand and his booty felt like memory foam. My hand sunk into it, my dick almost it broke open. Carving and etching out his tender, unwilling, what felt like a coochie.

I almost couldn't take the pressure is what mind told itseld while I climbed up body, resting my ass on his legs before I started scrubbing all of mind dick, burrowing into his kidneys. I could feel his organs caressing my end of my stiff as dick.

Putting out from his pummeled pussy, the hole pushing out air in the absence of me, was music to my ears. I sat there perched, rubbing his ass and raw, tatter, throbbing anus; while I jack my dick in amazement. Stroking slowly and flickering his opening until I felt like I began to bust. Frantically pumping my cum in him while pulling apart his left cheek, releasing my seed throughout his hole, as it snuggled it way unto its resting spot, somewhere near his lung; inflating his chest cavity with hot nut. Until I pulled out, oozing my cum all over his red ass cheeks.

Scooping up my seed, and using it as lube, while my dick was still on cement, I wedge myself back inside his lifeless body, seemingly invited. Going balls deep in this young, undefiled Spanish pussy. His shit was gushy as fuck from my nut mixing with up with his juices and just his insides.

Inside the little convicts ass was so tight and swollen, yet had a free and openness to it. I dug his shit out like I had a shovel to sand. Flopping down and around in him, the sounds of our bodies connecting filled the tiled bathroom, nearly drowned out by the alarms echoing off the walls.

Before you knew it, I was cumming again. Filling his freshly devirginized boy puss' with my love juice, once more again. I stretched out, extending my pipe deep down into his tunnel. I laid back on top of him, shivering as I tried to pull out but this passed out bootyhole was like a suction vacuum, it wouldn't let me pull out. I laid back down on his back, stirring in his leaking red asshole with deep loving strokes,

Putting my hands under his waist, perching up his waist bit, I took my time pushing my steel inside this latin second and third hole. I could feel it opening up, stretching to its limits for me as I treaded on in. It felt so homey, very much familiar. I nearly lost myself, making love to this one here. I gripped him tight, delving as far inside him as I could, trying to push farther with every thrust. Hardening up my dick, going in the paint within that ass.

I did even notice that I eventually woke him up. Until I heard him mutter, "Uhhhh" he softly from under me, he must of felt my pole mashing up inside him.

"Mmmmhhh shit." He repeated until he realized he had a dick inside him and me on his back. I covered his mouth immediately, with my hand; showing every last inch of my veiny dick into dudes stomach. Gliding up and in his ass, murdering his hole.

His eyes stretched out in horror, I could smell the blood aroma fill the air. But who cared, I had a mission to complete once more and this little mess wasn't going to stop that. I bit my tongue, as I lifted him up and forcing him on over his back. Yanking his legs apart, forcefully positioning his knees into his chest, from there on it was a slaughter of that pussy from my reentrance; on. Straight dick to stomach, and I stared in his expression of blank disbelief. His shit got creamy up nice too after I started to hammer down, drilling his backside into that hard ass floor, the ass juice trailed down on to the grimy tile floor.

His ass was eating this dick so well that I thought that I should fill it up once more. With his knees near his ears, I pogo'd that ass for the next five minutes or so. Nothing but dick to intestines or further until thrusted inside him wrapping my arms around his upper body, with him balled up in a locked in position. I let go of every ounce of semen I had left in my body emptied into him.

My dick throbbed as it blasted out shot after shot, the young man's mouth hung open and his eyes wide as fuck, but he didn't let out a sound. He just laid there in my grip, with my nut guzzling out his ass. I let so much out when I burst my nut, it'll be weeks before he can push my kids up out of him completely. I rolled out of him, releasing him from my bear grip, then wiped my dick clean on the back of his shirt, that nut was draining, I just laid there for a few minutes before my strength allowed me to get up and walked out the showers.

I made my way back into the common area, as panic still ensued all around me. It took hours for them to restore order, assemble all the teens, and lock us all back in or cells. The guards later told us, that a hot water heater exploded, causing a boiler to explode soon after.

Funny enough I did spot the Spanish guy struggling to walk out the showers. The guards ran over to help him, he could barely stand, half naked with cum, blood, and cream running down his thighs, a smirk couldn't help but stretch across my face, knowing I had just done a good deed. He definitely wouldn't be back in jail. I scared him straight.

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This is a work of fiction written from the perspective of an unreliable narrator. The views and actions depicted do not reflect my own. The story intentionally explores brutality and moral collapse without endorsement.

I was laying in bed knocked out when I heard the front door alarm *beep beep beep* I quickly leaped up and over to my bedroom window to see just what I thought, my momma car sitting in the driveway. I quickly lifted up the window swiftly but gently pushed out the screen then hopped out. I closed my window and jumped the fence into my neighbor's yard. As I bammed on the back door I looked down to realize I only had on my briefs and a tank top.

By the time I looked up Bernard was staring me in my face.He sucked his teeth and turned his head away from me. “Bro, what the fuck?” Panicked, I said “I need a favor, I skipped school but my Mama came home early. Can I chill here until she leaves or something?” He started laughing and told me to come in. I immediately noticed he was in his boxers too but he at least had on socks. “You can chill in the room. In the back or in the den.”

He told me as he walked off to another door. Closing it behind him. I went in the other room and laid across the bed, then rolled over and got the remote turning on the TV. Wasn't really shit on being that it was the middle of the day so I ended up turning to some shit about animals. I was laying back watching it until I heard a thud, then another right behind. Then like a melody the thuds kept coming, peaking my curiously. I got up and slowly walked to the bedroom door, I stuck my head out and the thuds got louder but no one was in the living room. It was obviously Bernard but was he fucking I wondered.

I walked up to the door he walked in and to my surprise his door was cracked open very very slightly. Nervously I tapped the door, praying that one, it didn't make a noise and two, that I'll give me a better view of the action. God heard my prayers because I had access to see into his room thru the small crack I made. He was busting her the fuck down in the bed.

Legs back, gripping her neck, tearing her pussy in! I stood there watching and moments later found myself rubbing on my hard dick while still in my briefs. Suddenly I stopped watching, stumbling back when I realized that I wasn't focused on her, but more so him, his dick, his stroke. I couldn't believe I was actually wishing it was me. I quickly walked back to the room flopping on the bed, flipping through channels on the TV trying to fool myself into thinking my thoughts weren't on him.

A couple minutes later the knocking stopped, and I laid on my stomach across the bed, with my head by the corner bottom of the bed.

That's when he comes walking in with his boxers back on. “You straight bruh? It's food and drinks in the fridge.” Bernard said and I immediately looked at his semi hard dick then turned my head up towards him.

He had sweat on his forehead and down his chest. “Yeah I'm good.” I told him laying on my stomach hiding my hardening dick. “If you want something, just get it, ight.” “Yeah.” I told him as I watched his two perfectly round peaches jumble around as he walked away. I don't know whose bed I was in, or whose room it was but I flipped over, spit in my hand, and stroked until I shot my DNA all over their comforter. Then sat there confused and about to cry at that fact that I was having gay thoughts, this had never ever happened to me before.

I ended up falling asleep, only to have him wake me up saying my mom had pulled up. I thanked him, left out his back door and jumped back through my window. I was laying in bed when my mom came in and opened my door. “How was school?” I looked up from the book I was pretending to read and said “Good, what are you cooking?” She closed the door and I assumed walked off. For the rest of the day, Bernard was all I could think about; he kept running through my mind. He was my thoughts for about two weeks, and each and every time my dick would grow hard.

I even fucked around and had a dream about us fucking, that felt so real I nutted, IN MY SLEEP! But he was taking my dick something great in my dream. I felt like that was all it would ever be, a dream. Crazy enough we actually started vibing heavy not too long after that.  He'd come pick me up, we'd go by his friends house, sell his drugs and see his many hoes. It got to the point that if I wasn't in school I was out with him. My mom ain't like the shit, “You are a teenager, why are you hanging out with that man?!” “Ma he's only 5 years older than me and…..”

“And he was in prison for 3 of them. I don't want you to be around him.” I didn't listen. It seemed about every couple days we were out running the streets. Then it turned into every other day then everyday. Crazy part is, he would always wait until I did my homework and shit before we slid around town. He wanted me to keep my grades up and finish school. I think I respected him even more for caring enough that I do.

Hanging out like we were kinda made my feelings for him reside and I started seeing him as the homeboy he was to me, not the sexual being I wanted him to be.

That was until this one day it was a half a day and he scooped me up from school. “Aye I gotta run by this hoe house. Are you trying to go home or ride with me?” Bernard asked. I thought for a minute. “I'll ride, what do you want me to wait in the car?” “Nah nigga come inside. I wouldn't do you like that like bro.” I smiled then leaned the seat back and relaxed until we turned into this apartment complex not far from downtown. He patted me on the leg, “Come on.”

We get out of the car walking up the steps, I'm looking around and shit, surveying my surroundings. He knocks on the door, moments later a slim thick red chick opens up the door in her bra and panties. “Oh you brought extra fun bae?” He looked over at me and smiled. “Ain't no fun if the homie can't get some.” She laughed then told us to “Come in.” He walked in first then me behind him.

He walked directly to the bedroom with her behind him, this obviously wasn't his first time here. I stood in the living room, looking around at pictures and shit. Until he peaked around the corner. “Come on.” He waved. Nervousness filled my body as I stepped closer to the room. I had fucked hoes before just never a threesome. I bent the corner to see this bitch already on all fours sucking on Bernard's thick ass dick head. I tried not to look but I couldn't help myself, my eyes were glued until he patted the bed “Jump in bro.” With that said, clothes came off and seconds later I was laying next to Bernard watching as he got ate up and my dick beat.

She switched up and it was my turn to feel what her mouth could do. “Damn this is a nice piece.” She said before her lips engulfed it. My body trembled as I watched the homeboy position himself behind our host then start to stroke. Her moans vibrated off my dick just as her grip tightened. It was crazy to me how this female could suck me down and throw her ass back with such consistency. I took her head, keeping it in place as I forced my dick as far into her mouth as possible. Her mouth leaked, spit and slob all down to my balls. ‘This hoe is talented.’ I thought to myself, then that's when it happened. My eyes locked with Bernard's as he got up on his feet squatting down, throwing dicking all in this hoe. Hitting her every which way.

He beat her pussy in without taking his gaze off of me. I was locked in, I couldn't break the lock we had, even as we both released our nuts at the same time, both letting out this loud roar as our balls drained until empty. That's when we finally unlocked our eyes. After we finished I tried not to look at Bernard as he got dressed but he had rekindled that fire in me for him.

His body looked like God sculpted it and took his time. His ass sat up so perfectly, it jiggled a bit when he moved. I ended up grabbing my clothes and getting dressed in the living room because my dick had grown solid once again. After we left her house as we rode back to our side of town it was an awkward silence as though we both knew something had happened we just weren't sure exactly what did. I wanted to ask him to stop at the burger spot before we made it back but I didn't know how to say that. Whenever I looked at him out of the corner of my eye, he would be staring at the side of my head, yet as soon as I turned to face him, he would turn his. It seemed as though the ride home was lasting forever but thankfully we finally reached his house. After he pulled in his driveway, “Ight bro.” I waved as I walked off. I couldn't get home fast enough. I spoke to my mom, then hit my room. Door locked, clothes off, flopped on the bed, legs spread, lotion coating my hand and I beat my dick like I caught it stealing from me; with thoughts of Bernard staring in my eyes as he bust his nut filled in my head. It took mearley a minute before cum shot up in the air, landing on my stomach.

I laid there breathless, thinking how it would be to actually fuck with him in real life. A couple days had passed and I hadn't heard from Bro, so I sent him a text seeing if everything was ok. He texted back saying he had gone out of town but he'd scoop me up later. Which he did. He acted normal when he did. We hit a couple blocks, got food then chilled back at his house. The next day was the same and so forth until that next week hit. He came and picked me up, and we rode through town and hit up a couple plays and got some food. By this time it was getting dark when we got back to his house. No one was there so we went to his room, he started smoking but wouldn't let me because he knew my momma would chop a nigga whole throat off. I literally had to take my shirt off so the smell wouldn't travel home with me. He would always say, “Ya mama won't have the police at my mama shit.” He smoked and I laid back on his bed, he started to laugh out of nowhere as he looked at his phone. “What's so funny?” I asked. He said, “Hold on.” Got up and locked his room door then sat back down on the chair. He hit a couple buttons on his phone and just like that this flick was on display on his TV. “Watch this,”  he said as he pointed to the screen.

The dude on the TV pulled out the hoe, shooting nut right in her eye. She immediately starts screaming "it burns". Bernard again burst out laughing. My eyes couldn't help but lock on to the meat, which was noticeably stiff in his pants. “Put on another one.” I told him, he did and we both sat there and watched. On the next one he put on I pulled out my dick and started to massage it since I was sitting behind him and he couldn't see. I had done closed my eyes then began to go in on my shit, forgetting that I was sitting in another nigga room, but when I did. I looked at the other end of the room. And he was beating his soda can thick dick himself. He looked at me and said, “Shit, you were doing it.” Now this is the crazy part, Bernard then turned his chair around towards me, stretching his legs out, lifting up his shirt, exposing all his tattoos. He stared at me in the eyes once again and beat his meat, rubbing his balls until the nut oozed out the head of his shit. My mouth watered, I wanted to taste it so fucking bad but I didn't know how he would react. He might try and fuck me up and not in a good way. I had no idea what to do next.

This work of fiction contains extreme violence, sexual assault, coercion, and other disturbing themes. It is intended for mature audiences only.

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Author’s Note

This is a work of fiction written from the perspective of an unreliable narrator. The views and actions depicted do not reflect my own. The story intentionally explores brutality and moral collapse without endorsement.

The next morning I awoke to the sun shining into my eyes, through the space in my broken blinds. I searched through my sheets, then under my blanket, trying to locate my phone. I unlocked my device, once I found it, the first thing I saw was a text from Duke that read 'Sup.’

I sucked my teeth then tossed the phone on my bed I decided not to respond just yet; I hadn't even brushed my teeth, so fuck a text. I always struggled to get out of bed in the mornings, and today wasn't any different. I dragged myself into the bathroom. I had about thirty minutes to shower, brush my teeth and get dressed for school. I spent ten staring in the mirror, admiring myself; my smile, my chest and abs, I winked at myself then turned on the facet and let the water warm up so I could brush my pearly whites.

This was my last year in highschool, and I somehow made it to being a senior and couldn't wait to get the fuck out this shit. It was fun but I'm onto bigger and better things, I'm almost positive my rap career will be BIG!

I cleaned my teeth, tongue, and washed my face before putting my gold's in and jumping into the shower. I couldn't miss the bus, not again and have my mom take me; she would talk shit the whole ride, and ain't up for that this morning.

I jumped out the shower dripping wet, I shook my dreads then looked around for my towel, nowhere in sight. 'I must of left it in my room.' I thought to myself before dashing out the bathroom, down the hall and into my bedroom, nearly slipping as I bent the corner then through my doorway. My soft dick and heavy nuts slinging through the air.

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The thirty minutes I thought I had quickly turned into 10, I quickly threw on a fit, grabbed my books, and zoomed out the front as I was ran up the sidewalk trying to stop the bus from leaving me. The driver stopped, “Wake up earlier next time.” She told me. “I will for you, Miss Bus Driver.” I told her, flashing a smile as I made my way towards the back of the bus where my homeboys say.

I walked down the aisle, and I got closer to the seat I usually sit in, I noticed a dark skinned nigga I had never seen nested in my seat. So I walked up and asked him, "Bruh, who are you?" All the kids on bus immediately hush, as I'm nlknown to knock niggas out bout my territory. Unknown to him He cluelessly looks up at me with these light brown eyes, then speaks softly and says “I'm Jarvis.” Then stretches his hand out, "I'm new." He says flashing his amazingly white teeth. I was intrigued so we exchanged handshakes, “Nice to meet you, since you're new I'll let you slide, and sit with me today.” I said granting him permission to stay put, amidst the gasps of some of my fellow bus riders.

Once I sat next to him, I chopped it up with my boy, not really paying him any attention. I think the only other time I spoke to him was as we got closer to the school, I turned towards him and sparked a short conversation. That was until we pulled into the bus loop, and as the bus came to a stop. I told him to sit in my seat after school, and of course he agreed then we disembarked and went our separate ways. But I did find out he just moved to the neighborhood, it was his first day and last year in school.

All my morning classes were boring, First period was Math, I sat next to Sierra, who I used to fuck back in tenth grade, me and her brother was cool. He used to suck my dick late at night when I would sleep over, after I'd just finished fucking his sister. Second and third period was English and Science; a couple of my homeboys were in English and Science but the teachers were oppressive, we couldn't do shit! Fourth period had Darla, I was still fucking her. But truly, I basically sat through them all until lunch hit.

Lunch bell rang and I was out of there. Jamar, Steve, Jaybo, and Mook were all posted up at our spot. “Niggaaaaas, what's up!” I yelled out as I greeted each one with our designated handshake. “Where my bitch at?” I said aloud looking around the cafeteria. “Which one?” Steve joked. I spotted her and pointed across the room by the window, then said, “There she goes.”

“Alisa?” Mook said surprised. “Man you and that bitch ain't on it.” Jamar commented snuggly. “I've been talking to her for about a week now. We made it official last night.” I announced.

“So what about Tiffany?” Steve asked. “We are on a break.” I laughed, then we all laughed, and we got up to go get some lunch from the line.

I got some pizza and chips, then paraded myself back to my original location, I sat back down, and I started to text Alisa but seeing two texts from Duke. I slid them to the side, then opened up me and Alisa's thread. 'Come sit with me.’ I text.

I looked up and over at her, waiting for her to see it and respond. When a smile drew across her face, I knew she got it. 'No, I'm with my girls plus I don't want everyone to know yet.’ She replied.

'Respect.’ I then responded, thinking maybe I shouldn't have announced it to my homeboy.

By the time lunch was over I only had three more classes, Spanish, History and PE; which all flew by. “No practice today.” The coach said as I walked out the gym as the final bell rang alerting everyone the day was over.

I bullshitted around with a couple hoes, then quickly sprinted to the bus, making it just as the driver was about to pull off. She stopped and I hopped on, and bee lined my way to the back of the bus, pausing when I realized someone was sitting in my seat. Then I remembered I told the new dude Jarvis to sit with me on the way home.

He smiled as I made my way up to him, "Hello." He said with his gorgeous smile, that complimented his chocolate skin so well. "What's up?" I spat back, resting myself next to him. "I see you remembered." I said before turning my back to him and starting a conversation with Mook. Jarvis interrupted us by tapping me on my shoulder. Mook got quiet and I turned to see why we were being interrupted. "Remember what?" He says gently and I swiftly answer, "To be where I told you to be." He chuckled and then said, "Bro!" I didn't let him get the rest out, I patted him on the knee, then turned back to Mook; who stared at me for a moment confused. Once the bus made it to our stop, I rose to exit and so did Jarvis.

"Where are you going?" I asked, putting my hand out in front of him. "Home." He replied, "Weren't you already on the bus when I got on this morning?" I asked.

"Yeah that was the wrong stop, I stay up the street from here." Jarvis told me and I removed my arm. "Let me walk you." I said to him trying to sound charming at the same time I stepped back, and let him out first.

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I stared at his ass as he walked through the aisle. It looked like it might be a fat one, it poked out quite a bit in his jeans, even though his shirt concealed most of it.

When we both got off the bus, we started to walk up the street, in the direction of his house; which just so happened to be in the same direction as mine, we continued on with our conversation from earlier.

His mom and dad divorced, and he moved here with his dad and older brother. He's eighteen and looking into colleges, and wants to be a football player or an entrepreneur. He's a big sports fan, especially football and is thinking about trying out for a team at school.

I told him to come by my house, "We can chill and practice anytime. I stay a block over." I told him pointing towards my house and we started to walk out separate ways. But before we did he said with his marvelous smile. "I might just do that."

Feeling good, I made it home, immediately heading to my room, locking my door, tearing off my clothes and flopping back on my bed; closing my eyes, and picturing Jarvis cheeks as he walked through the bus aisle. My dick immediately rose, and stood tall like the Washington Monument. I molested and beat my dick until nut rained all over my mid body. I even tasted some before I got up, grabbed my towel and headed to the shower, got out then threw on my basketball shorts and tank top.

Game on, blunt rolled, it was time to relax before my mom came home bitching. I was half way into the third quarter of my basketball game when my door busted open, I had forgot to lock my door back. I jumped up, reaching under my pillow. But it was only Peanut.

“Better stop with that fuck shit. I almost blew ya ass away.” I explained as my heart raced. “You ain't bout that shit nigga.” He laughed, walking in a slouching over in my bed next to me.

“No, you ain't!” I assured him, as I stood up off the bed, leaving my controller behind, and walking over to my bedroom door and locking it.

"What you do that for?" Peanut asked, already knowing the answer. Before you knew it, Peanuts face was smashed in the mattress and his back was so arched, it looked broken. His ass was spread wide the fuck open, and knees feet apart, as his pussy devoured the dick I impaled inside him.

His dreads were spread all over my bed, while I gripped his ass, pulling him back on my hard ass dick, forcing my meat into his second hole as he howled into the fitted sheet, he gripped. Coco colored ass ate my dick, I glared at his pretty hole, clamped and yanked on my dick as I tried to pull out, and fall back in.

He gripped on to my lower thighs, as leverage and through heaps of ass all over my brick hard shit. *FLAP, FLAP, FLAP!* Bounced off the four walls of my room, while the head board banged against the wall, knocking a picture of my dad off the wall. I used both of my hands to pull him open even more, beating his ass until it was wet and blowing his back out in the process.

He cried into the mattress like the bitch he was. Knowing he only came to my house to get his fix of dick and his ass beat then he'll be back on the streets selling coke with an open ass full of my cum.

Shit I knew his baby mama, fine little thick bitch I wanted to knock off and I knew she ain't know that a couple times a week, her baby daddy be riding my dick, getting abused from the back or swallowing a nigga nut. These faggot ass block boys just wanted dick, and plenty of it. Shit I never pay for weed, I just give this nigga dick.

“Ease up Ant, ease up. Damn.” He said looking back at me. “Nigga fuck you!” I said, repeatedly ramming my dick all up in him like a hammer to a stubborn nail. He cried for me to stop but I knew in my heart he loved this thick red dick penetrating into his stomach.

It was time for his favorite part, I pulled out of him and yanked him up by the dreads, throwing across on the floor all while jacking my dick. “Come the fuck here bitch.” I demanded and he crawled across the floor on his hands and knees taking my dick into not only his mouth but his throat; once he made it to me. My knees trembled, nearly buckled, my eyes crossed. My head dropped back, a low deep growl escaped my lips with my eye-lids clinched closed. This nigga milked my dick like a hand to a cows utter, some how opening then collapsing his throat muscles around the length of my dick.

Pulling his head out my crotch, my semi hard, sticky dick as it emerged from between his lips Peanut licked his lips then cleaned my dick up, before he rose from the floor, letting my meat fall and dangled between my legs.

While putting on his clothes, I stood there watching, the sight of him stuffing that ass back in his drawers, almost turned my dick again. But I decided it was best I sat back down on my bed and pick up the other game controller. I knew my mom would be home soon, and the way I would rewear that ass out would take time.

I started back up my game and about halfway into the game my brother came knocking on my door. “Somebody on the door for you.” He alerted me, and I rose up, "Who the fuck." I spoke out.

”Where you going?” I asked Peanut as he walked over to my bedroom window. “I'm outta here.”

“Yeah you got what you came for so you out this bitch huh?” He started to laugh, then said, "You know me bro."

“Fuck you faggot.” I told him jokingly as I shook my head and backed out towards my room door, as he jumped out the window. I walked out into the hall and out to the living room to see the front door wide open and familiar build standing in the threshold.

It was Duke ass standing in the doorway and that's when I remembered I had forgotten to text him back.

“It's like that?" Duke said grimsingly, his smile disappearing. A look of shock cane across my face, being that my brother was sitting on the couch in the living room within an ear hearing. “Chill Duke, what's up though.”

“Why didn't you text me back, I was blowing your shit up!” He said, getting more and more angry as he stood there, so invited him in. "Duke, come in, man." I said, halfway nervous I would have to shoot this crazy ass nigga. “I kinda forgot. I been in school nigga.” I told him, trying to cover for myself, his face got serious, “Look when I text you, you need to text me back, you hear me.” I started to laugh.

“Yeah man whatever.” I told him as we walked back towards my room.

Once in, I locked the door then strolled over and laid across my bed and he too walked over and laid between my tattooed legs. Wasting no time reaching for the waist of my shorts, I pushed his hand away.

“You don't deserve that.” I told him, but honestly I was tired. I was two nuts in for the day. He looked up in my eyes all pouty and shit, talking about, “I'm sorry Ant, I am; tell me what I have to do.” all softly trying to be romantic or sincere I think. “Beg. Beg for this dick.” I answered. He put his two hands together, over my meat then pleaded to taste my dick.

“Please Ant, I'm so sorry, please let me taste my meat.” He repeatedly said.

Watching this made my dick hard once again, I couldnt resist him once I glanced down at his ass sitting up plump in his plaid boxers, right before I flipped him over to fuck him, them cheek sat up spectacularly in tight plaid boxers while he laid on his stomach. I started to make it bounce from under my shorts and he knew then I was go fuck.

“You can have some.” I told him, finally giving in. He immediately yanked my shorts down causing my dick to spring up and bobble around like a jack in the box. Duke gripped the base, in one gulp, encasing the top half of my dick and working on the top and slit with his smooth tongue, then fed himself more, sucking his way down the length of my junk, the more he did the more his salva oozed out his mouth coating the sides of my dick.

His grip was tight, mouth warm, and his tongue knew how to work over a dick. He ain't even know that with a few more bobs, he was going to be swallowing a whole fease of potential children. I could feel my shit stirring up, getting ready to pop in his jaws.

But he stopped, and his hand released, and his mouth removed from my meats head. “What the fuck you doing, why you stop?” I asked him, the nigga lunged up gripping me by my neck pinning me to my mattress. “You fucked that nigga!!!?” He yelled! “Whoooo?” I responded, halfway gagging. “The nigga that I saw walking from behind your house, while I stood at the door!" I tried to shake my head but couldn't, thinking 'Dumb ass fucking Peanut. He knew what the fuck he was doing.' “Mannnnn.” I tried to speak as fingers clung to my throat. I was trying to figure out how he knew when I felt his grip tighten. I lied saying “None I ain't fuck him, you tripping!”

“So why that condom wrapper sitting open on that crate next to the bed.” I had to think quick, obviously this nigga was crazy as fuck. I got it; “Man I jack off with a condom sometimes so I don't have a mess to clean up.” Duke got quiet, I guess to think, then I felt his grip loosen up a bit but he still had me pinned by the neck to the bed.

“That makes sense.” He said, then released me and got up off the bed, yanking down his pants down then his boxers. Duke laid back on my bed, and I rolled over between his legs; pulling his legs behind his head, tucking them behind his neck. Then turn his head over to me and said “What's up.” In a way that let me know, he was waiting to be bust open. I was stunned, I mean stunned!!! And overly horny AND once again I was testicles deep in this mans' pussy, with his legs pinned near his ear lobes. His gold shined as bright as mine, as he smiled in face, all too happy to be taking this thick sausage like dick of mine.

Nonetheless I honored him with long slow strokes that felt like they slipped into another part of his inner bowels. Everytime I did he would jump, and Dukes' eyes would open widened and his mouth would whisper, “Damn bae.”

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I stared into his eyes as he did the same, pulling my head closer by my dreads until his lips were on my lips and my tongue touching his. With his mouth busy with mine I took this time to switch up and beat the lining out his gushy shit. With our lips locked and his moans muffled I had fun dogging this drug dealer boy pussy the fuck out. Hitting him so hard that the headboard sounded as though it would snap in two.

Duke yanked my dreads back this time pulling my mouth away. Growling, “Fuck me nigga, fuck me right.” I sped up and went harder in his guts, until my poor dick could hold out any more, and I yanked out of his trench, jumping up and flopping down on his chest, spraying nut all over his face as he confessed his love for me.

Suddenly a bam, bam, bam came echoing across my door. “ANT I KNOW YOU AINT FUCKIN NOBODY IN MY HOUSE OPEN THIS FUCKIN DOOR!” My momma yelled, Duke jumped up butt ass naked, with cum dripping from his chin and nose. The amount of fear painted on his face, could fill a pool. Immediately I ran over and quickly grabbing his clothes looking, while looking for a place to hide him. But Duke was quicker and he ran and leaped out the window, his dick clipped the window sill.

I slid on my shorts, then opened the door. My momma slapped the piss out of me. The connection, vibrating off the hallway walls.

“Don't be trying me in my shit.” She commanded then walked off to her room.

I grabbed my face and rubbed it as I walked to my bed and laid back down, and started to play my game. About ten, fifteen minutes later I get a text from Duke saying 'I think a nigga really do love you.’ I laughed then put my phone down.

Eventually dozing off to sleep. The next morning I awoke from a text from Peanut; 'Imma kill that nigga whenever I see him.’ I text back asking what happened. 'The nigga shot up the block I was standing on.’ I fell back on my bed, not needing to guess who he could be talking about. I stared at the ceiling trying to figure out what fuck did I get myself into.

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