It was three in the afternoon and I was just getting up and cooking breakfast and it was all Qasim's fault, that nigga had be up laughing and smoking until eight o'clock but I was glad he was here... I needed the distraction from my fuck up. Here's the thing I was confused because I had never intended on meeting RQ, sure I enjoyed our conversation but what are the chances that we would actually meet, and now I was less than a few weeks away from coming face to face with someone I had never even seen a picture of. Then there was the small irrational part of my brain that was really excited to meet him, to hear his voice, to see the face of the person who had made me smile all these years, to have an actual conversation with him and see if the conversation flowed as naturally offline as it did in our chats. It was confusing as fuck and that's not to mention the other factors, like what if this dude is a complete weirdo? Like this dude was a super stalker who wanted to steal my boxers and keep them stored in a box (I blame Qasim for putting that shyt in my head), or what if he was white? Now I don't want y'all thinking I'm racist, I just couldn't envision myself with a white dude, especially one who used nigga so freely... that was an issue for me. I looked over at Qasim who was whipping eggs in a bowl to some music that was only playing in his head.
"If you get any of that shyt on my floor, your ass is cleaning it up." I said but he just kept dancing completely ignoring me. "So tell me about this party? Did you manage to get any more details, because I'm really not trying to be around a bunch of people I don't really know." I said checking on the bacon and sausages.
"Zyn, you're going to have a good time... I promise. Ayy maybe you should invite your chat buddy, I mean if he's moving here he's going to need some friends to show him around and who knows maybe he'll meet a nice dude to show him around town.... I know if I were moving to a new city the first thing on my agenda is meeting steady fuck buddies because I refuse to be walking around with blue balls." Qasim said and I pushed the flicker of irritation out of my head.
"AYO!!!!" A voice called out from the living room and a few seconds later Karmelo walked into the kitchen, he was shirtless... body lookin good as fuck, he was wearing shorts that hung below his ass and when he went to dap Qasim up my eyes remained focused on his ass..... Vision as him riding my dick, his ass jiggling as I hit him with these lethal backshots, how warm and tight his ass felt..... Fuck, I'm wearing boxers and now I'm getting hard. "Sup Zyn?" Karmelo said looking at me lustfully, his eyes traveled down to my dick and I had to excuse myself.
"Gimme a second..." I said as someone walked into my room after I had finished showering and was now in the process of changing, I turned around and Karmelo was standing there watching me.... fuck I was naked and the way he was looking at me............ "Uhh I'll be down in a second." I said trying to cover my dick with one hand which was damn near impossible.
"So we're not going to talk about last night?" He asked with an amused look on his face, then he started laughing when I turned to the side as if he wasn't already immensely familiar with my dick. "Zyn, come on now stop being childish....." Karmelo said and I figured he was right.
"Can we have a serious conversation while my dick is hard?" I asked looking into his eyes and his eyes drifted down to my dick, which confirmed that we couldn't. "Exactly, let me get dressed and I'll be down in a second...." I said looking around for my clothes. Karmelo walked over to me and wrapped his hand around my dick, which definitely got my attention, then he leaned forward and started kissing me... I was semi before but now I was throbbing.... "I gotta get dressed....." I said weakly but Karmelo had moved to my neck and my hands were on his soft ass.... "Mannnnn....." I said before pushing him onto my bed and jumping on top of him.........
"Just so you know... I ate.... then I smoked.... and ate again, though I sure it's some food left over." Qasim said as me and Karmelo walked downstairs as if we weren't just being loud as fuck... well he was being loud, I was just the reason he was screaming to the heavens.
