DL Thug Life

Far Frim Done

As I stood and looked in the mirror life seemed great. A young nigga was doing his thing in school. I had a job and a ride. Nigga is looking type right if I may say so myself. On top of all that I had the love of my young life Q. I walked over to the bathroom door and looked at my nigga. In the past couple years this nigga had become my best friend and lover. He's lying in my bed looking all good and shit. Damn! I have to be the luckiest nigga in the world. Here I was young and experiencing real love. I walked over to my bed and admired my boy's body. Fine as wine. I could make a statue of this nigga to keep in my room. My dick was getting hard just looking at him.

Sweet caramel skin.

Tight toned body with the killer six-pack.

Long silky braids hanging past his shoulders.

The fullest, softest, sexiest lips.

And that ass! This nigga had an ass that would make the straightest man drool. By now your boy had that morning wood, so this nigga had to get up. I leaned over Q, drew my hand back and...POW!! I slapped that nigga on his ass and backed up.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" Q screamed as he jumped up.

I am just standing there laughing my ass off, brick hard.

"You are laughing like that shit was funny!"

The madder he looked the harder I laughed. By now he was steaming hot and he charged me. That nigga gave me two quick love taps to the jaw. You know I got serious then.

"Oh what's wrong?" Q asked. "You didn't think that was funny huh?"

"You will pay for that punk!"

Smack! Smack! Smack!

"I got your punk nigga."

Now I stepped up and we started to slap box. That nigga got the faster hands so he got the best of me as usual. But once we locked up it was all me. (#1 WWF fan at the time.)

We start wrestling and trying to slam each other. He is strong but my little brother and I use to practice the moves we saw on TV all the time. I reached down and grabbed his dick and he let me go. I picked his ass up in a bear hug.

"How you like me now?" I said kissing his cheek.

Before he could hit me, I spun his ass around. I started grinding my dick on his ass.

"You like that don't you punk?"

His ears started turning red. The more he struggled the harder my dick got. I picked him up and slammed him on the bed. I allowed him to turn over while under me.

"Get off me nigga!" Q yelled.

"What if I don't?" I said teasing him.

"Then when I get up I'm gonna beat..........

Before he could finish I had my tongue down his throat.

"Yeah I love the nigga enough to deal with morning breath."

Q's hands traveled up and down my back sending tingles through my spine. Q pulled my head down and started to lick and suck on my neck.

Damn! That shit felt soooooooo good. He moved down to my ears. That shit drives me crazy. He had me where he wanted me. Q gave me a light tap in the nuts with his knee and flipped me over so that he was now on top of me.

"Awwe damn nigga!" I yelled at him. "That shit hurt!"

He pent my arms down with his knees.

"Shut up nigga!" Smack! Smack! This time he slapped me on the lips with his dick.