Islan-Dise

Its Nothing

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Boon
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I need to get some pussy. No way I was caught up with Rain out there. No way I was....attracted to him. A whole nigga. I lay on the couch, in agony because my shit been hard since I left from outside with him.

"The fuck man." I toss and turn on the couch.

I can't take my ass no where. It's 12:32 am and it's too icy on the roads. I sit up and look around. Coast is clear. I slip my hand into my boxers, taking a hold of my painfully erected dick. I could cry it was so stiff. I spit in my hand and return it around my length.

I skip that slow shit and work my way right up to a-steady, quick pace. My head sinks into the pillow as my hips buck. "Pussy, pussy, pussy." I try focusing on females but all I can think about is him bent over grabbing them ankles like earlier. That slick mouth on him. I just know them lips would look good around my dick.

Rain just looks like it's good, but he a nigga.

I lift up off the couch, pounding into my hand. I take the pillow and cover my mouth. My chest feels tight and my breath catches.

"Fuck am I doing?." I stop and kick the cover off me, getting up from the couch to get a drink of water.

I put on my jacket and go outside to sit on the big comfy couch. Maybe fresh air would clear my head.

"Come on man." I look over to see the very person I want to avoid, bundled into the thick cover.

Once I get closer he wipes his eyes and twist the top on a bottle of some "Belaire"

"This ain't my business." I go to leave but stop in my tracks. "Shit." I turn back around, making my way back over to where he's at. "Scoot over man."

Rain moves and I sit beside him. He throws some cover on me. "Can't sleep either?"

"Na. Why you out here cryin? No it ain't about that bum ass, long lip, ant eater lookin nigga."

Rain laughs quietly. "I happen to love that ant eater."

"So why you ain't leave with him?"

"Cause I have my daughter and I wasn't trusting them roads. I do hope he's okay, he's not answering his phone."

"Maybe, his ass drove off a fuckin cliff. I damn near threw his ass off one myself." I lay my head back.

"Thats not really nice." He gives me a disappointing look.

"Um sure he aaight."

"What's keeping you up?" He sniffs.

I shrug. "Ion know, fa real." (Yo thick ass.)

"Did you wanna be out here alone? I could go inside. I been hogging this area." He starts gathering his stuff to leave.

I put my hand on his leg. "No, keep me company." We make eye contact, but his eyes fall to my lips. "Somethin on my mouth?"