nigga was a pro. His mouth was like a moist, velvet vacuum cleaner, all sucked up around my shit, slurping and getting it all wet.

Went to moaning and pushing my dick up, looking at his fat juicy lips sliding up and down. Darrell’s slobbing on that shit, all the while working my pants down until they was at my knees. I’m thinking, fuck the microwave too. Hell, he getting something and I’m getting something and everybody’s happy.

Yo, I’ve had some niggas swing on my shit but homey had me comin’ ‘round the mountain in record time. Could feel it starting to come, then I looked up and that fucking cat was standing in the door, head cocked, its green eyes just looking at me. That’s when the front door flew open.
“The fuck!”

There was this dude, used to stay a few doors down from my moms, back in the day. He was a little strange, washing his car all the time, prancing around in nothing but some shorts and a gold chain around his neck. Used to have strange company come by, mostly when his pops wasn’t home. Me and my little peeps would watch, wondering but never could figure shit out. Guess we was too young.

Anyway, he always talked to me and it would make me feel weird because part of me liked it. We’d talk about music or some game we’d watched, but I’d always be uncomfortable ‘cause if one of my peeps had a caught me, I’da been cold busted.

Well, I was on the way home from a party one night and I had the blue balls like you never seen. God damn girls at the party wasn’t nothing but teases. I passed homey’s house and he was sitting on his porch, smoking a cigarette. Rumor had it, he had a little weed connection and didn’t mind sharing with the youngbloods, but nobody I knew had ever got none from him.

We did our little chatting thing, then it got quiet and I just looked at him a minute. Don’t know where I got the balls, but I asked him about the rumor and he invited me inside. Long story short, homey’s deal was a little ‘exchange’ plan. He got to suck my dick and I got some good bud.

Blame it on the weed, or being young, dumb and full of cum, but I’d got off two times and was going for my third when we heard a car pull up in the driveway.
“Oh shit, my dad!” He says, jumping up.

Ol’ boy’s dad was a real work. ‘Bout 6 feet 5, he was thick, big assed muscles all over the place like a nigga had been in a prison exercise yard for a minute. And he had a temper. Saw him go off on Jeeter, his son, more than once, especially ‘bout his car. I mean, this was the kind of nigga that’d kick a puppy, just for the hell of it.

Jeeter jumps up all panicked and I ain’t had to be told twice. A nigga came within a inch of dying that night, hopping over back fences, my god damn pants in my hands, dogs barking at me. Up until that night, that was the closest I’d ever came to getting busted. I’ve boned niggas all over the city, sometimes with they men right out in the back yard, but never…. never got caught. I looked up at