(A/N: Well, this story is nasty lmao. Leave comments and vote.)
ROMELO'S POV//
Ain't this about a bitch? I parked my Honda Civic and sat there mean mugging the school. Today is the first day of summer school and I'm very pissed about it.. I could be at home right now butt naked playing the Xbox. I watched as the other students who fucked up during the school year made their way into the building, including this girl named Ariana who winked in my direction. She was cute..not my type though. I brushed through my curls before getting out and heading inside.
The sessions were divided and you're supposed to go to whichever class you failed. In my case, it was Math. There's this stereotype that all boys are good at math but it's obviously bullshit because it was my worst subject. I walked into the class room and saw a bunch of familiar faces. I dapped a few people up and went to sit by my good friend August. The teacher hadn't gotten in yet I guess.
"Aug, where the teacher at man?"
He shrugged. "I really don't give a damn. If he don't come then we might can go home."
I chuckled and pulled my phone out, hopping right on Twitter. Alot of people sleeping on Twitter now a days but obviously they was following the wrong people cause my timeline always live. This girl Amina tapped my shoulder and told me I should put my phone away. The look I gave her caused her to frown and turn away. Who did she think she was?
"You might wanna listen to her and gone head and put that up."
I looked up at the source of the deep voice. He was dark skinned, built, and probably a foot taller than me. He looked just like that actor Lance Gross. I nodded and put my phone away, causing him to smile. His teeth were whiter than milk.
I leaned back and prepared to doze off as he started the lesson.
"Everyone take out a pencil and 2 sheets of paper and do the bell ringer on the board."
I felt myself slowly sinking into a deep sleep.
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When I woke up, the class room was empty besides the teacher. I then realized I didn't even know his name. I gathered my stuff and got up in preparation to leave. He looked up at me with a serious face.
"Nah man, go head and sit back down. You gone stay with me a lil while longer since you fell asleep."
Ignoring him, I continued making my way towards the exit. He got up, dipped in front of me, and locked the door.
Hell is this?
The expression on my face caused him to laugh, showing those white ass teeth again. For some reason, I calmed down. He placed a hand on my shoulder. "Now we could do this the easy way and you can stay and finish the lesson you fell asleep on, orrr you could try to leave again and I'll fuck you up in more ways than one."
Who does this man think he is? I admit, I was a little bit scared, but I wasn't bout to let him punk me.
I shrugged him off and made my way back towards the door. Big Mistake. He grabbed me by my throat and shoved me into the nearest desk. I slumped to the floor as he undid his belt and zipper..
"I got beef with hard headed lil niggas like you." he said, pulling down his boxers and letting his erection hang free.
My mouth dropped.
He smirked. "Keep your mouth like that." He creeped closer to me until his d*ck was right in front of my mouth. I ignored the urges to lick it. He lifted it up and bopped me on the forehead before jamming it into my mouth. It wasn't little in length at all so I felt it near the back of my mouth, trying to go down my throat. He gripped my little curls and thrusted in and out as I fought the gagging sensation. I looked up at him as he continued. His eyes were closed and his head was thrown back to the ceiling. I boldly pushed my mouth onto his d*ck further, causing him to slide down my throat. "Ooo shit." He came without warning and I made sure to swallow it so he wouldn't get pissed off.
He smiled at me and lifted me up off the ground. "Alright, ready to work?"
I nodded slightly and went back to my desk, taking out 2 sheets of paper and a pencil.
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Short StoryIf I had a daughter, I wonder what I'd call her? 9 months after I fucked you on the beach I guess I'd call her karma. -Frank Ocean