Game Of Love

3

The last three weeks been nothing but good fun. I robbed a few niggas here and there who was holding out on my father, helped my uncle throw niggas from a skyscraper, sold some coke here and there and even had time to blow up Jermaine's spot several times. He had been hitting up the Dub, it was a spot most of niggas chilled at to party and pick up bitches and shit.

And let me tell you, that nigga was not happy about that shit. I mean yeah I hit the bitch he was flirting with over the head and shit but she'll be okay. I mean fuck he thought I was going do? Watch him pick up a slut bucket. I mean she literally just had my uncle dick in her mouth the other night, and before I could even shove my dick anywhere up in him my uncle would end his ass. So if you ask me I did that bitch ass fine ass nigga a favor.

"You's a bitch ass nigga for that Rome," he'd said once it happened, I only shrugged his ass off with a devilish grin.

Currently I was laid up in my bed with Michael who was going ham on my dick. He'd been blowing my shit up for the past few weeks, constantly trying to make up with me and shit. And me being horny I happily hit his line up and told him come ride this dick. As he did his lor swirls and shit I placed my hands under his ass and used it to hold him steady as I began to pound his shit. We'd been going for the past four rounds and I could tell this lor nigga was ready to tap out. As I thrusted into his shit I could feel him clenching, letting me know I was hitting his spot, he was bout ready to cum from the impact of my dick on his prostate. I stopped for a second and pulled him closer to me so we were hugging in a deep embrace and rose up and fucked him as I stood up. He was moaning and digging into my back, his little ass legs dangling as I pounded his shit harder and deeper. Then I turned around and laid him on the bed so we were in missionary and dug in his shit more. The harder I thrust the more his moans filled the room. After a few seconds more he came all over our stomachs and chest and soon enough I knew he was readying to tap out so I kept thrusting in and out to get my nut cause I know once this nigga done he can't take dick no more.

"Damn that shit was good," he said as soon as I plopped down next to him, removing the condom and throwing it in the trash bin by the door.

"Won't lie shit was good," I told him. "You just need to work on taking dick longer," I said.

"I'm trying," he pouted as he moved closer to lay on my chest, rubbing small circle patterns throughout it.

I tensed up at his sudden shift of movement because he knew we never cuddled, I ain't play that shit because this was just sex and that's it. Well that and us talking here and there. Michael noticed it immediately and sighed.

I kissed my teeth and said, "what yo?"

"Why you acting all indifferent?" He asked. "Like I get it you not my nigga but the least we can do is chill after you just was pounding my shit." He said quietly, trying not to piss me off.

"Come on nigga, damn," I breathed as I opened my arms up for him to cuddle up.

He entered my arms and the heat from our bodies mingled and I won't lie, I never cuddle after a nut because I never felt more for anyone to give a fuck to but when he did cuddle into me it made my body tingle. I think I do like cuddling, I know for damn sure I don't want to be no little spoon though.

Eventually I heard soft snoring and chuckled to myself cause I know this nigga did not just fall asleep in my arms, cuddling. That wasn't part of the deal. But as I was readying to get up and protest I found myself dosing off.

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When we finally woke up it was three in the afternoon. I had let Michael wash up and shit in the bathroom before leaving. Once Michael was gone I pulled out my phone and called Tony.

"Wad up?" He answered.

"Shit chilling, wanna go handle some business wit me real quick?" I asked, cheesing hard as fuck.

"What kind of buisn—fuck it I'm down," he said.

"Bet, I'll come getchu in thirty minutes or so," I told him.

"Ard," he said and we hung up.

I had to wash the whore activities off of me before heading out. It took me a while to get out of the shower cause as I showered my mind went to thoughts of Jermaine, causing my dick to get hard. I had to force myself to think of other shit to get it to go down because I wasn't finna take a cold shower and beating my dick irritated me after while.

Done with my shower I got out lotioned up, threw on my fit and sprayed some cologne on and grabbed my phone, gun, wallet, and keys and headed out. As I was locking the door I noticed a red envelope on my door. This was some unexpected mail, I don't remember waiting for some shit like this. I looked over the envelope some more. It had a wax seal on the back of it with the initials: V.A. I groaned loudly and shook my head as I turned the damn envelope over to see in neat fancy cursive:

From: Veronica Amato
To: My Ungrateful Ass Son, Romeo Amato

She so fucking dramatic and outright disrespectful as fuck. I opened my door up and tossed the envelope into the house not caring where it landed, wherever it landed made a clanking noise I shrugged, and then locked up my house and dipped.

The drive to Tony's wasn't that long. When I got there he was waiting on his steps in a navy blue coat — it was only early September fuck was he cold for, and a ski mask dangling in his hand.

"Bout time nigga damn," he said as he got in.

"Yeah yeah," I said using my hand to mock his mouth moving.

"Fuck you was doing?" He asked but then he scrunched up his face. "Never mind ion even wanna know nasty ass nigga," he said waving me off.

Tony was one of the only people, aside from two of my two exes girlfriends, that knew I was into niggas before I came out. He didn't even judge me or act any type of fucked up way towards me for being half-gay. He would playfully tell me off to get some neck or ass if I was acting snotty though. Other than his playful banter he would smack the shit out of a nigga for me and on god I'd catch a bullet for him like I know he would for me.

"I already did that earlier chump," I said proudly he only laughed shaking his head. "But I took a little long cause my momma sent me a letter 'nd shit," I told him.

Tony knew how it was wit my family and so he only nodded understandingly and said, "my fault Rome I know that shit be blowing you for real."

I nodded in agreement because it did, I didn't know how I wanted to react when I saw the envelope but I knew dwelling on it wasn't going do nothing but piss me off to the point I did some dumbass fuck shit so I pushed that shit out of my mind for the time being. I'll deal with that shit when I get home, until then I had someone special to go see.

"So who we dropping?" He asked seriously after a while as he prepared his ski mask.

"Oh it's someone special tah me," I said with a smile. "So you won't need that, put it up fool," I told him pointing to his ski mask, he nodded and put it in the inside pocket of his jacket while checking that his gun was on him still.

And with that I pulled off.