this nigga standing in the door and saw my whole life pass in front of me.

“Ah, D, what you doin’?” Homey says. I jumped straight up, my shit sticking out. He’s frowning at Darrell who stands up and says,

“Baby, I’m sorry.”

“Naw, D, I told you…”

“This is my last time, I promise.”

“Aww, D, you say that every time.” He looked at Darrell, then me, shaking his head. “That’s it, D… get yo’ shit!”

“No, no, baby!” Darrell says. He walked over and starts pleading. I’m standing there, fumbling with my pants, shocked as shit, listening as Darrell pleads his case.

He couldn’t help it, I was so cute.

We wasn’t going to fuck.

He has a high sex drive and on and on. Then he started taking his clothes off.

Drops his pants, then pulls his undershirt off. All the while, he kissing on ol’ boy, which is really weird, ‘cause I never suspected he was like that. Darrell got down to his shorts, or boxers, or whatever the hell them tight ass things was and then he started pulling them down off his ass so homey can see. They was acting like I wasn’t even there, Darrell turning around a little so homey could see that fat, round ass of his.

“You know you ain’t wantin’ to loose this,” He says, pulling his boxer thingys down below his ass. Yo, I saw homey’s fat, round, hairy ass, I was feeling for my boy.

Darrell backed up against him and started rubbing his ass against homey’s dick. Homey was breaking, I could tell, then he looked up and saw me.

“Naw, D,” He says, pushing Darrell away. “You fucked up big time. My shit’s all peeped now… you fucking around with…. with…” He looked at me, face all worried. Darrell looked at me, trying to put two and two together and I’m feeling like the monkey in the cage.

“My parolee,” Homey finally says.

Oh yeah, did I tell y’all, I’m on parole? Yeah, got sent up for a B & E, (which was really whacked) little while back and I just got out. See, I wasn’t even the one doing the breaking and entering. I tried telling that whacked lawyer I had, Psycho was the one broke the window and me and Rey just went in, once he was inside. Them niggas turned tail and scattered like roaches, soon as the po-po showed up. Left me holding the bag, literally, and I got sent up. LeMar’s my p.o. and up until now, I ain’t had a clue.

“Parolee? This ain’t…”

“Yes, D, this is Jordan!”

Darrell looked at me like he’d never seen me before. “You didn’t tell me he was….”

“All my shit is out, D!”

“No it ain’t.” Darrell walked over. “See, he like it.” He was rubbing that big ass on me now. “He was ‘bout to nut. Besides’ he yo’ parolee, ain’t he got to do what you say?”

“Yo, LeMar I don’t be doin’ shit like this…”

“He was smokin’ weed,” Darrell says, all calm.

“No I wasn’t!”

“Who you gon’ believe LeMar, me or him?”

I was ‘bout to put my foot up that nigga’s ass until I realized, that’s what he wanted. Got real scared then. This faggot was scandalous.

“Com’on baby, you know it’s all good,” He says. “You hot, I’m hot and…”