The cold didn't bother me, I had this blunt to keep me warm but I couldn't go back in that house..... at least not until I mellowed out some, it wasn't that anyone had pissed me off, had that been the case I would've knocked them the fuck out, this was different, something more difficult to deal with and that was moaning..... It started when O'Shea brought this little freckled face light skin over, I didn't think anything of it until the moaning started, that I was easily able to brush off because dude was moaning to stroke O'Shea's ego and not because it actually felt good, trust me a nigga like me knows the difference. Then Najee brought this thick nigga over, I'm talkin ass, hips, and thighs for days and I'll admit I kinda had a thing for niggas with a little gut, them be the niggas with some of the best ass. Once that dude started moaning, I felt my dick getting hard... now I don't want y'all to think I'm listening at the doors and shyt like a creep but when you're loud, you're loud and it's hard not to hear. It wasn't until Romeraux pulled up and went in the room with my bro Fat Daddy that my dick became brick.... them passionate moans, had me on ten and I knew I had to get the fuck up outta there. It had been a couple of weeks (four) since my last REAL nut and I was starting to get that itch but I was adamant that my next nut would come in the form of.........
"Can I hit that?" Wes asked walking out towards me and I was wondering what he was doing out here, it was about five in the morning and I knew he had to start getting ready for school, but upon further inspection, it looked like he was just getting home.
"Where are you coming from?" I asked, I started examining the typical winter thot uniform of some old jeans, a thin jacket, and some Tims.
"Damn nigga get the fuck up out my business!" Wes said defensively.
"Lower your tone when talking to me, now if you don't wanna tell me coo.... however." I snatched the blunt from his hand and stared at him. "If I share my blunt the very least you could do is answer my questions. Now I'm not asking you to go into great details, I'm just curious as to why you're sneaking into the house in case I gotta lie and I'm not caught off guard." I said looking into his eyes.
"I was with my nigga damn....." He said and I nodded before passing him the blunt, manners were everything to me and if there was one thing I wanted to accomplish here it was to teach this niggas some fuckin manner, more specifically O'Shea and Wes.
"Y'all fuck?" I asked as he passed the blunt back to me and I could tell he was about to lie. "It's coo if he did, get yo nut nigga..... I'm just asking out of mild curiosity since it seems like you and Avery are the only two who aren't fuckin around with anyone at least to my current knowledge." I said pulling out another blunt.
"Damn nigga you're nosy as fuck...." Wes said quietly.
"Nah not nosy.... I just like to know who I'm living with and what kind of drama they'll bring to where I lay my head. Fat Daddy, Najee, and O'Shea have no problem bringing dudes back to the house and I already knew you fucked around.... but since you didn't bring the nigga I heard you were messing with back here it tells me that he wasn't the dude who you were with." I guessed and his facial expression confirmed my suspicion.
"I'm going to have to watch your ass... you're a little too perceptive for my liking." Wes said and I smirked.
"Yeah well a nigga is a chocolate Sherlock Holmes, like how I peeped you and O'Shea whispering about me earlier and I'm letting you know now, it's probably in both y'all best interest to leave me the fuck alone. I'm a coo ass nigga unless you cross me then I'm your worst fuckin nightmare." I said looking into his eyes. "So how old is the nigga you're fuckin around with?" I asked and he started choking on this blunt. "Obviously he's old enough to drive.... since the buses stop running at 11 and I know you didn't take one of the trucks, and I highly doubt you walked since you haven't adjusted to the cold yet. So the nigga dropped you off....." I said looking at him.
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Brittany Hills Chronicles: Act 3
Teen FictionCarter is dealing with a lot,; his daughter, his relationship with his brother, the fact that he had murdered his uncle... and something that happened to his boyfriend that caused Carter to turn to someone not even recognizes. Terron is suffering...
