little problem was starting to come up and I couldn’t move.

Tapped that shit, fast and good, right up against that new refrigerator of his. He was all moaning and sweating. The silk felt kinda nice, like a lady’s robe or something and it was hot, seeing my dick slide up his ass, just under that robe.

Every time I do shit like that though, it’s like Arlene can tell ‘cause, that’s the times she always wanting to fuck. That’s how my little problem be messing shit up ‘cause, she can tell I ain’t into it, way my shit be going down and shit. She thinking I’m out with another lady and the real problem is them horny assed niggas, always pushing up on me.

I’m working extra hours, minding my bizness, trying to get her something nice for Christmas and I end up in homey’s house.
“You want a drink?” He asked, peeling off his coat. A drink? I’m looking at him sideways, wondering where this shit’s goin’ go, this time, but I say ok.

He hopped to his kitchen, and I looked around the room, taking in more sights when this cat walks in, looking at me with attitude. It raised its back a little, then walked away, its fluffy tail wagging at me. Darrell came back with this pink shit and starts pouring it in some glasses.

“Arbor mist,” He says, handing me a glass. He’d told me his name when we was outside, just before he’d invited me in. He was a solid, sway backed brotha, with a high ass and round, chipmunk cheeks. “Darrell,” He’d said, holding his hand out like he was the fucking Queen of England or something. I didn’t know whether to kiss it or shake it, so I just hitched my head up.

I gulped the shit down, hoping it would do something but all it was, was sweet. He’d look up at me every so often up at me, making me nervous. I mean, what was his game? I done fucked up his microwave and he invites me inside for drinks?

“You got big hands,” He said, his voice soft. Then he lifts my hand up, like it was a piece of jewelry or something. “Long fingers,” He says, all lost in them. “Don’t worry about the microwave.” He looks at me like the mouse with the cheese and I take my hand away. “You want something else?” He jumps up, heading back to his kitchen. “I got some Alizé… some Kahlua… Oh!”

He pops around the corner with two bottles of some frou-frou looking beer and says, “Some Heinekens.” Beer is beer, I figure and I downed that shit. He takes off his shoes and socks, lounging back on the couch like Cleopatra. Then he moves his foot toward my leg and brushes his toes against it, real soft. Nigga’s got blue toenails!

I’m getting a little buzz on, so I don’t give a fuck. Darrell’s running his foot up and down my leg and I totally forget about the rest of my deliveries. He gets up, walks around the coffee table and squats in front of me. I wasn’t even thinking ‘bout fucking so I was a little surprised when he opened my pants and my shit jumped out, all hard.

He gets all big eyed, looking at my shit and licks his lips. Just about nutted up when he swooped, swallowing all my fucking dick. This