Eric Harden had his whole life mapped out since the day he was born and never strayed from that path. Until Gavin Adams walked into his life and awoke feelings in him that he never even knew existed.
And now he was expected to just forget about it a...
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I think my dick is broken. My shit was still soft in my pants and I was confused as fuck.
My grip on my phone was tight as hell as I stared down at the screen, trying to focus. Maybe that's all I needed to do was focus on the shit I was suppose to be into. The two Black girls were tongue kissing on the couch and grabbing each other's titties and my dick ain't even twitch. Jada Fire in this fucking video use to get me off every time. Now it's like watching two grannies chat about bingo.
And I damn near threw my phone across the room when Dre's name flashed across my screen, "What, yo?"
He sucked his teeth, "Damn, that's how you answer the phone?"
"What you want, Dre?" My mood was already fucked up and I ain't need his goofy ass making it worse.
"Come over, nigga. I got weed and GTA."
So do I, the fuck? I still told him I'd come and hung up. He ain't do nothing to me, so it was no point in taking my anger out on him when he just wanted to be a good cousin.
I grabbed the pillow behind my head and brought it down over my face. "What the fuck." I mumbled, "Maybe I just need..."
I tried again and this time I searched gay niggas kissing
My fingers felt like they was on fire typing that in and my cheeks got all warm. I can't believe this is my life.
I closed my eyes and just clicked anywhere on the screen. I opened them back when I ain't hear shit.
Oh, right. I started laughing at myself because it was on mute. Home alone or not, I'd never been grown enough to listen to porn with the volume up.
"Oh, shit."
It was two guys. Obviously.
It was a cute, young lightskin nigga on his back on a bed with his legs wide open. His hands were clasped under his knees, holding his own legs up. His dick was standing up, dripping precum on his abs.
I couldn't see the other guy because his face was shoved right in his ass. By the grey hair on his head I could tell he was a lot older.
My dick jumped.
I slipped my hand in my pants, shimming them down a little. I slowly started moving my hand up and down while watching the old nigga go to town. He head was moving side to side and the younger one's mouth was wide open. I couldn't help myself. I'd just have to risk it.
