Thugs With Tendencies MxM (Staten Krown)

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Sterling Huckabee

I didn't know what a block was. I was raised on well segmented streets. My streets were clean and swept. Middle aged white women were well mannered. My streets had all republicans and we all commuted from the suburbs. On my streets people drank wine with their dinner and the only "beef" was found next to the produce aisle at Wholefoods.

I wasn't in the suburbs anymore though. I'd went to spend some time with my fiancée's family. I'd get to meet them. I ended up getting head from a strange guy who I didn't know and next thing I know the guy is here.

The boy who I had just had oral sex with earlier is right in front of me. We are looking at one another. His mouth drops. He's breathing heavy. He's breathing so fucking heavy right now. Our eyes connect. He had sucked my dick. This was the black boy that had ruined my fucking life. I had cheated on the girl that I was in love with. At first I'm hoping this is some sort of mistake.

"You going to hit this dude or naw?" the other girl asks.

He doesn't even flinch. I look at him. I am about to faint. What the fuck is happening! This couldn't be the same guy! I had to be at the wrong house. We had just come here earlier though. Then I recognize Cheyenne's father at the door. He seems concerned when he sees us standing there.

"You OK?" Mr. Buchanan asks me, "Sterling right. This is my son Michael. You remember my daughter Kenyatta."

Meech was the only member of the family I hadn't met yet. Now that I had met him everything was clear. He still looked the same as when I spent time with him smoking. My stomach is turning looking at him. He is making me sick. I can't believe that I did this with this guy.

"Um..."

Meech shakes his head, "I'm fine. This isn't about me."

I step aside a little bit.

"Sterling, why are you here?" Chey asks.

I look at Cheyenne. He looks at me. He looks back at Cheyenne. I'm praying to God he doesn't say anything before I do. Cheyenne will never forgive me if my brother is the one to tell her what happened between the two of us.

I have to fix this now. I'm struggling to decide what to do at this moment, "Um...Cheyenne...can we talk?"

"What do you want to talk about?" Meech asks, "I'm her brother. You can go through me."

I stand at the threshold of the door and I'm breathing heavy. I know the last thing I should be doing right now is acting tough but I can't help it. Last time I saw this guy he was sprawled out over a bathroom sink begging me to give him my nut. This wasn't exactly how I wanted to continue this situation.

I'm struggling to compose myself in front of this dude. I'm not about to look like some scared white boy or something. I'm not about to be a punk.

"Listen Meech...I don't want any problems. I just want to see your sister and try to explain what I did earlier," I say.

I'm trying to sound calm and mature about this. I knew we were in the hood part of town. I knew this wasn't the safest place but I couldn't look like a punk with these people. They would eat my ass up if I looked scared.

"How do you know my brother's nickname?" Cheyenne asks out of nowhere.

Shit.

My eyes get wide. What the fuck?

"I just told him," Meech replies sounding a little pushy before quickly adding, "Didn't I?"

"No you didn't," Kenyatta responds.