Chris:
I put a blunt between my lips. I can’t deal with this shit man. This Big Brother, Little Brother shit ain’t for me. I don’t have time to be doing all that. That shit will never affect me at all so why will they make me do it. I blew out a ring of smoke and immediately put the blunt between my lips again.
I sat in the middle of my basement in my throne styled chair. King Breezy. That’s who the fuck I am. Everybody knows me. Everybody loves me. How could they not? I’m the shit. I chuckled to myself. Big brother… who the fuck would want me as their big brother? Nobody. Cause I don’t fuck with kids. I don’t fuck with anybody but myself. I don’t even date anymore.
I haven’t caught actual feelings for a girl since I was like 15. That was almost 10 years ago. Shit other than that, these bitches is just hoes. I looked down at the hoe that was deep throating my dick right now. I blew smoke in her face and she coughed while her mouth was still around my dick.
“Swallow the whole thing,” I demanded. Yeah she was deep throating that shit like a bitch but my whole dick wasn’t in her throat like I wanted it to be. She tried to do what I said, but she struggled. I grabbed her head and shoved it down. She gagged but I didn’t give a shit. She told me over the phone she was going to come over and swallow my shit so that’s what I expect. I don’t even know this girl’s name to be honest. I always mess it up.
I blew smoke from the blunt out my nose and mouth at the same time while closing my eyes. This shit felt so damn good. Getting head and getting high at the same damn time. This is the fucking life yo. When I closed my eyes, an image of the picture of Bart I drew earlier popped into my head. I popped my eyes open to get the image out my head.
My eyes also popped open because I was about to come. “Fuck… yes…” I moaned as I busted a nut in her mouth. She tried to slide my dick out her mouth but I grabbed a handful of her hair and pushed her head back down. “Swallow.all.of.it.”
She did as she was told. She slid my dick out her mouth and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. “You can stay here for the night if you want. It’s late.” It was 1 in the morning. “Oh thank you,” she purred. “Yeah whatever, sleep in a guest room. Don’t fuck with my sleep either,” I told her while walking upstairs to clean myself up. “And be out of here by eight tomorrow morning,” I added. I heard her suck her teeth. I don’t give a shit.
When I got upstairs, I looked around the living room. I looked up at how high my ceilings were. I looked around at the big, empty ass house. It gets a little boring in here by myself sometimes. It feels lonely sometimes too. But then I notice that I don’t need anybody else to survive. Not anymore.
I let out a deep sigh. How can somebody like me be so damn lonely? I looked over at whoever this bitch was in my house when she walked up the basement stairs. “Um, you okay?” she asked me, leaning against the wall. I noticed that she had different clothes on. Did she go through my clothes downstairs? What the fuck. When I noticed what shirt she had on, I stormed over to her.
“Why the fuck do you have that shirt on? Take it off! Now!” I screamed. She cringed and pulled the shirt over her head. “Stop fucking flinching. I’m not gonna put my hands on you. Don’t touch my shit without asking anymore,” I told her. “Now, go downstairs and get another shirt to put on,” I added. She turned and walked back down the basement steps.
I folded the shirt I took from her up and held it to my heart. Tears started to fall from my eyes and I collapsed onto the floor. Sitting there, I held the shirt close to my heart and didn’t let it go. Then I thought back to when I asked Jordan why he was so protective of his mother. Then his answer rang through my head. She’s the only thing I got, I’ll hold on to her tight forever. I covered my mouth with the shirt as I cried. Damn, it’s been awhile since I cried.
