I Told Her I Was Gay!

Part O25

*Rocs POV*

Prod kissed my cheek. I blushed. But quickly wiped the expression on my face. Something was up. Something strange. I knew Prod didn't like me. So why was he treating me like this? He had something up his sleeve. I thought it out...

"Don't go to jail.."

This stupid bastard was going to say I raped him. How dumb? I'm going to tell Prod to take control because if he is I'm control... he puts his dick in me. And if his dick is in me.... I couldn't rape him.

"Take control Prod. Do whatever you have to do baby."

He grinned.. what a fucking dumbass...

Prod: You know I like to be in control...

He took my clothes off and shoved his dick in my mouth. This nigga dick is smaller than my pinky finger. It felt like I was eating a sucker. I was tired of this...

Prod: Baby let me go get a condom real quick....

*Prod's POV*

I grabbed my cell phone really quick ... I called the police..

911 Operator: This is 911 please state your emergency.

Me: Yes, this man is about to rape me.

911 Op.: Okay sir, remain calm. Where are you?

Me: 901 West End.

911 Op.: We will be there shortly.

Me: Thank you.

I hung up and walked back to Roc..

"Baby, I don't have any condoms so I guess we going raw."

He smirked and I inserted my dick in him. I was going deep when the door busted in. Damn. It was the police.

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