Short Stories

Lucky Star 3

This story contains some offensive language and some Russian that might be wrong. Don't blame me, blame the translator. Enjoy!!

"No ma. I'm fine. Yes I'm eating healthy. No I don't have a- Oh my God old lady why would you say that?" I laughed. I can't believe she just asked if I was getting some dick. She has no filter. I guess that's where I get it from.

"Yes mommy. I love you too. Okay. Bye" I hung up with a smile. I love my mom. She's the best.

"You're done with your mom?" Zola asked, walking up behind me. He was naked and hard even though we just work up. Last night we almost got shot at a club but we made it out alive. Tyrell was there but we lost him. He was fine though because I saw his teacher/crush putting him in his car.

"Yes." I smiled, turning in his arms. "You okay?" I asked, kissing his jaw.

"Yeah I'm fine malish." He smiled.

"What does that mean?"

"It's 'baby' in Russian." He explained. I hummed with a nod. "Are you sure Tyrell is fine?" He asked. I nodded, waking us over to my bed.

"I saw him being put in the car of the guy we were dancing with last night." I said. We laid down together.

"And how do they know each other?" He looked confused.

"You remember when we first met?" He nodded. "Well Bassir is the guy I was talking about. Bassir is Tyrell's anger management teacher and the only guy Tyrell has ever liked." I explained.

"How do you know he likes him?"

"Did you see Bassir? Who wouldn't like him? He's the definition of tall, dark, and fine as fuck." He nodded again. Bassir was what wet dreams were made of. "Plus I know my best friend and Tyrell have a hard on for the guy."

"Do you think he likes Tyrell back?" He questioned.

"I hope so. Tyrell needs a good person in his life right now." I shrugged. "Now enough talking. I wanna suck that dick again." I smirked, snaking down his body.

*~*~*

"I'm here to see Marshawn." I said to the nurse sitting at the desk. She nodded at me and let me through. I thanked her before walking down the long hallway to the room.

"Mari?" I called out peeking my head in. Mari was sitting on his bed with a book in his hand. His head popped up when he heard me come in. A wide smile grew on his face as he sprang up from the bed. I caught him when he rushed into my arms.

"Luck! I missed you." He cried.

"Me too Mari." I smiled, hugging him back.

Marshawn was my ex little brother. He was 16 and had some problems that developed after his sister died. His sister was my first love. I was planning on marrying her but she was murdered. Marshawn used to come with us everywhere and when she died he had a breakdown. I made sure I was still there for him. It's been a few years and he's been in and out of hospitals. This time he decided to stay for a few months and I've been visiting him at least once a week.

"Luck, how have you been?" He asked with wide eyes. I sat with him on his bed.

"I've been great. You know the usual." I smiled.

"So you've been messing around and selling drugs?" He smirked. I laughed, nodding.

I don't hide anything from Marshawn. I think he needs complete honesty and that's what I give him. I made it no secret that I sell drugs and I like to mess around. All he ever knew was me and Clarissa being together so it was hard when he first saw me with other people. I'll be honest I was using people at first to take the edge off of his sister's death but soon I felt better and was able to have sex without feeling like shit after. He was understanding and knows how hard it's been for me to live without Clarissa.