In which Bryson teaches Kentrell how to make a kool-aid pickle and ends up having his dick sucked like a kool-aid pickle.
KENTRELL GAULDEN.
"Fuck you doing it wrong." Bryson fusses shaking his head snatching the jumbo pickle out my mouth that I was about eat causing me to mug him. "You gotta eat this shit with some kool-aid flavoring nigga."
"I'm about to smack the shit out of you." I eyed him as he waves me off dancing before moving into the kitchen as I followed because he took my damn pickle and I wanted that. "Hell you going with my pickle?"
"I'm." He paused throwing my pickle in the trash causing me to breath in deeply before reaching in the cabinet pulling out different packs of kool-aid, throwing them on the counter. "About to teach you how to make a kool-aid pickle."
"Hell na." I scrunched up my face at the the thought of me eating that shit. It sounded nasty and from videos I seen, looks nasty too. "That was a jumbo pickle too Bryson. You buyin' me anotha' one!"
"Relax." He smiles at me grabbing the bag of sugar. "My mamma got some mo' in the refrigerator, but you're going to have to wait until I finish teachin' you how to make a kool-aid pickle." Bryson finishes when he seen me about to walk over to the refrigerator. I looked around picking up the closet thing which was an bag a grapes before launching them at his dancin' ass.
"I don't want to make that nasty shit!"
"Yes you do." He smiles pouring the sugar in a big bowl.
"I really fuckin' don't."
"You really fuckin' do."
"I really fuckin' don't."
"You really fuckin' do."
"I bet I won't." I said going into the refrigerator only to have it slammed closed. I looked over at Bryson who had the keys to my customized hellcat causing my breath to hitch. He smiles dangling the keys in my face walking backwards as I followed because there was no way he was fuckin' with my baby.
"I bet you will." Bryson smirks holding his hand out. "Now like I fuckin' said I'm going to teach you how to make a kool-aid pickle!"
We stared at each other for a minute before I gave in sighing causing him to dance and pop his muscular arms out before putting my keys in the kitchen drawer.
"You will get those after we finish." Bryson smiles pushing me to the side to go in the refrigerator. I looked up at the ceiling shaking my head wondering why I was getting punished like this. I leaned on the counter placing my chin upon my fist as Bryson came back with the big jar of jumbo pickles.
"Alright!" He yells slamming the jar down as I just stared at him. "First thing first is choosing your flavoring. What kind you want Kentrell?"
"Fruit punch." I sigh as he smiles clapping.
"See, this is why you're my man." Bryson says grabbing the packet of fruit punch flavoring and getting another bowl to put the pickles in. I watched as he took them out one by one before wiping his fingers off. "Now we just pour the sugar in the pickle juice. Here come pour this in here."
"No you can do it." I yawn wiping at my watery eyes. He eyes me for a second before proceeding to pour an ass of sugar in the pickle juice causing my face to scrunch up. This shit was going to be sweet as hell.
"Now we get the fruit punch kool-aid packet and pour it into the sugar along with the pickle juice to stir it all together." He grabs a spoon mixing it together with a smile while my face was still frowned up. Once he was finish stirring it together Bryson flicked the spoon somewhere causing me to shake my head.
"Bryson this shit nasty as hell." I laugh leaning up off the counter to crack my back. His head snaps over to mine looking at me with squinted eyes.
"You look nasty." He scoffs. "Nba skull boy."
"Yet my dick is always in yo' stomach." I smile as my diamonds glistened against the light before twisting around. "Don't start with me mane."
"Whatever." Bryson waves me. "Now like I was sayin' you grab your pickles and put them back in the pickle juice mixture." He grabs each pickle but I grabbed two quickly before he could put all of them in the jar. I smiled biting down into the pickle as I held the other one in my hand lookin' for a paper towel. I found one and placed it down on there.
"You gonna eat all them?" I ask Bryson as he nod smiling. "Nasty ass hell."
"I have to keep it in the refrigerator for about two weeks so it can absorb the flavor better." He grunts pickin' up the jar placing it at the bottom of the shelf before closing the door as I was just finishing off my first pickle going to my second one.
"I hope you know you not kissin' me with that pickle breath." Bryson stank faces me before leaving the kitchen as I followed but not before grabbing my keys and placing them in my pocket. "Brush ya teeth!"
"I'm going to brush my diamonds." I made a face before throwing a water bottle at the back of his head making him yelp as I walked into the bathroom he had in his room.
"I should walk to the candy lady house and get me a kool-aid pickle." I heard Bryson sigh making me gag. Those shits really look disgusting.
"Memphis niggas I tell ya" I mumble shaking my head.
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"Kentrell get off of me." Bryson grunts as I lay all my body weight on him. "I need to see if my nigga Ruby made it alive mane!"
"Fuck Ruby." I mumble placing wet kisses down his stomach as he tried to push my head away. I reached his sweats pulling them off his body along with his briefs as he leaned up a little letting me and I shook my head laughing. I tossed them somewhere before going down his body some more grippin' his dick in my hand. I stroked his length feeling him get hard so I formed some spit in my mouth so it could be easier to stroke before letting it hang off my bottom lip and I spat on his tip.
"Ah shit." He mumbles when I opened my mouth placing his caramel covered length into my warm mouth. I closed my eyes sucking my cheeks in boppin' my head up and down slowly feeling his tip hit the back of my throat every trip I went down. I gripped his balls causing Bryson to moan out while bucking his hips but I held them down. I hummed around his length causing him to shiver in pleasure.
"K-Kentrell." Bryson moans as I open my eyes to look up to his skin red along with little sweat beads on his forehead making me smirk in my head. I popped his dick out my mouth to give my jaws a break before grabbing my other hand stroking his throbbing member. He should be nuttin' any time now, but to pass time I opened my mouth swirling my tongue against his tip licking his slit every so often adding lots of spit as I played with his balls in my other hand. I felt his tip twitch into my mouth and before you know it he was cummin. I swallowed it humming as I took his dick out my mouth and looked down to see it fall against his thigh.
"Bryson." I tap his face laughing when he looked over at me with hooded eyes. "You good?"
"Y-yeah." Bryson nods stuttering with his chest heaving up and down. "Y-you sucked m-my shit like a-a kool-aid p-pickle."
"Shut tha' fuck up." I bust out laughing before leaning down and pecking his lips. "I'm about to go brush my diamonds again. So be up when I finish, aight slime?"
"O-okay."
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[I need to take a break from writing these imagines because I'm getting carried away, someone take my phone pls😩]
[4/3/19]
