Life of Ariante

End Of the Road

After I paused for a second as I tried to figure out if this was a dream or not, I jumped up out the bed panicking "OH no no no no! What did you touch? Are your fingerprints in here? Fuck! I got to wipe everything down I'm not trying to go to jail with your fuck ass!" I cried out hysterically. "You need to get the fuck out my house! Yup, man you gotta go, you got to get the fuck on. Don't bring that shit over here! You going to kill the nigga and shit then come back to my SHIT! WHY? WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU DO THAT!"  YOU ain't go home to YOUR shit! Like why would you come here!" I said not knowing what to do next.

"Well damn, you supposed to be my nigga, it's like that?! How the fuck you going to kick me out this shit when I need you?!" Confused, I spat quickly, "You need me for what?!" "The fuck you think I need you for?" Duke countered back angrily. "The niggas still at his house dead." "Dead?" I stated softly. "Dead nigga, I just told you I killed him." Duke said rather dry.

"I'm not understanding bro, what you need me for?" He stood there silent, with no shirt on, rubbing his hands together talking about, "Come on now Lil Bae, you already know." I knew what he needed, I knew why he woke me up, but I'm not with the shits.

"Ant man come the fuck on stop playing bro, put ya shit on and come on." Duke said after breaking eye contact with me to look for his clothes. Without saying a word I found some clothes I didn't need and got dressed. About ten minutes later I found myself standing in Loochies backyard staring at a blue tarp with a large mass hidden beneath it. Duke gave me a quick glance then uncovered the corpse; I quickly noticed the gunshot wounds to the head and chest.

"Help me put him on the tarp." Duke whispered, I did as he said, and we rolled his body up, what happen next nearly had a nigga throwing up all over the backyard but I didn't want to leave any DNA evidence. I stood back and watched him cut this man's body up into pieces small enough to carry, then he wrapped the pieces up and carried them to a waiting garbage can.

Stupidly he used not one glove when doing all of this and left a finger print on the side of the can which led to his arrest three days later. I don't know what happened to the woman's body. I never got to ask. The police questioned me because it was said that we were good friends, but I ain't know shit, nor did I say anything.

Loochies brother pulled up on me a couple months later trying to press me about his brothers murder. Which ended in his murder, since I was young and he pulled up on me it was considered self defense. All this somehow led me to Mario. Loochies youngest brother who stepped to me one day after leaving school.

We had words but our friends desculated the situation. For months we fought and even had a shootout which lead to us both being locked up. It was some dumbass judge's bright idea to lock us up in the same cell.

Shit was rough the first week. We fought every day but they wouldn't separate us. Eventually we sat there and talked and realized that we were trying to kill each other over some shit that had nothing to do with us… Well I didn't mention I helped get rid of his other brother's body but hey we were cool now and my life wasn't in danger.

Every night we would talk about our life and other deep shit, which I ain't go lie caused me to start seeing him in a much different light, which was hilarious being his was chocolate as fuck. Had tats but you could barely see them on his skin. I remember one night I thought he was asleep and started beating my meat. Sitting on the top bunk, with my feet hanging over the edge off the side; I was leaned back against the cement wall stroking my shit like it might be my last time. My leg twitched and nut started squirting out my head, at that very moment I seen a head rise from below the bunk; in slow motion I watched as my nut splattered all over Mario's face. The nut was so good, I kept massaging my dick letting glob after glob shoot out covering this man's face.

Once finished, I immediately jumped off the bunk with my semi hard dick swinging through the darkness, nearly falling because my boxers were down around my ankles. Apologizing, "Man my fault, I didn't know you were going to pop up." Mario stood there in the dark, appearing as a cum faced shadow. "Na it's alright, lay down." Surprised, I asked. "You sure? You sure, you straight." I asked him while glaring at the nut drip from his chin. It was all over his lips, cheeks, and forehead. I started to get hard again staring at my artwork.

"Yeah I'm good, just lay back down." Confused I pick up my boxers and proceed to climb back on my bunk. " Na you need to lay down here. On my bunk." Confused, I ask, "Wit you?" "No I'm not laying down with you." "So what the FUCK you about to do then." I asked because I wasn't about to suck or take no dick or anything like that.

"I want to beat my shit too." Mario said. "Then do it. But I'm getting back in my bunk." That's just what I did also. I jumped back on my bunk and laid myself down, seconds later Mario jumped up on my bunk, naked as fuck. He looked over at me, smiling with his bright white teeth. While staring in my face he beat his dick like it was his child and it stole money out his wallet. He took my leg, resting it on his lap, then proceeded to paint my lower leg with thick warm man juice. Breathing hard, he jumped off my bunk and retreated back to his. I was fully erect by this time and didn't know what to do. I was scared to make a move so I tucked my dick between my legs squeezing my thighs with enough pressure that my dick eventually start skeeting unborn babies into my white boxers then knocked out.

The next day we got up, shower and didn't speak about the previous night's events. During the day we went our separate way, then at the end of the day returned to our cell. That night and the next we both knocked out. That third night I thought the same until in the middle of the night I woke up to Mario laying next to me on my top bunk, rubbing on his dick from top to bottom with one hand and playing with my semi hard shit with his other…. "What the fuck…" I muttered. Mario's grip increased as she shushed me and continued to molest my now fully hard dick.

"What you go do with it?'' I asked him….. Softly. That night he beat my dick and his at the same time, somehow I was convinced this wasn't his first time doing this. This time as nut oozed down the head of my dick, coating parts of his fingers, he finished himself off then licked the cum off both his hands before receding back to his bunk. The next morning we were released back into the free world.