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By Chris Carr
Copyright © 01/08/2005
Yeah, I was at the summer jam. Kicked some mutha fuckin’ ass too. Yeah, this here’s Legit and if you ain’t knowin’, I’m the O.G. from South Central. We was chillin’ and throwin’ back a few, some Hennesy and a li’l weed, ya’ feel me, listenin’ to some Snoop. Niggas was gettin’ fucked up and then these tired mutha fucka’s started dancin’ and throwin’ up signs and shit and shit got started.
Ain’t no way me and ma’ boys was goin’ let that shit go so, next thing I knew, chairs was flyin’ and heads was gettin’ busted and shit. Musta’ busted up on a gang of punks, till the po-po showed up and we had to get outta there.
We was kickin’ it just outside, playin’ like we was innocent and pointin’ at everybody else when the po-po came around askin’ when this shawty walks up and starts talkin’. Kon was lookin’ at me, tryin’ to see if I knew who he was and I just looked back at him ‘cause I ain’t seen this nigga befo’. He mouthin’ on, talkin’ ‘bout the niggas he done busted up on and tryin’ to get a swig from my homey’s forty like he one of us or somethin’ but I didn’t do nothin’, just listened.
"Yeah, yeah, a nigga was throwin’ down," he sayin’ all cheesin’ and shit. He got on a fuckin’ wife beater, jeans all hangin’ off his li’l hips, new tennis shoes, doo-rag on his head and all iced up with silver round his neck, diamonds in his ears and shit. Couldn’t get past the new tennis shoes, though. They was spotless. Like maybe his momma had just bought them for him that mornin’, ya’ feel me?
Anyway, I could tell he was sweatin’ us real hard, probably ‘cause he saw the way we was whuppin’ up on niggas befo’. Always get these li’l wanna-bees, jockin’ us when you go to shit like this. Most the time Kon or Crim’ll just get rid of they ass, tellin’ them to get the fuck on or givin’ them a look that makes ‘em pee they pants but we was still buzzin’ from all the shit we took so nobody did nothin’, includin’ me.
Shit was gettin’ whacked at the stadium and the police was just out for any and everybody so I figured we best ta get shakin’. Li’l man was still hangin’ around, them suspicious eyes of his lookin’ all around so I threw my head up at ‘em and he hopped to it, followin’ me to my ride. He was ‘bout to jump in the front seat ‘til he saw Criminal comin’ up. Least he had to sense to know his place, I’m thinkin’ watchin’ his ass crawl up in the back seat.
"Yeah, so who you wit?" I asked, lookin’ at him in the rear view mirror.
"Y’all," he says, and me and Crim had to laugh.
"Where you from?" I says.
"Everywhere. I was born in L.A. Then we lived in Inglewood. But now I’m back in L.A."
I was intending to head to the weed spot wit’ my niggs but I kept lookin’ in the rear view mirror at this nigga and that sinister side of me got to actin’ up. Crim saw the way I was lookin’ at him and I knew he knew what I was thinkin’ but we cool, ‘cause, he got that freaky side too. I told him I was gon’ catch them lata and I dropped him off at the spot. He grinned at me through the window as homey hopped in the front seat and I threw my head up at him lettin’ him know it’s all good.
Don’t ask me why I gets the devil in me sometimes, just like that. You know, they say a bear get taste of some human meat, he gets fucked up and be wantin’ to eat people all the time. Guess that’s the way it is with me and my dark side. If I hadn’t never had a taste, I probably would’ve never been like this. Sometimes I feel like a fuckin’ vampire or somethin’. Like I been inducted into this dark order of blood suckin’ mofo’s, creepin’ on the low-low.
I lit up a blunt and let li’l bit get some. He was kickin’ my bad side up, the more I looked at him with his smooth skin and big brown eyes. Yeah, I know y’all knowin’ what I’m talkin’ ‘bout now, I go to talkin’ ‘bout how he look so all you hata’s can get to steppin’ now, you ain’t down with it. And fuck you too, ya closet hidin’, dick sucka. Whacha readin’ shit like this fo’ anyway!!
See, that’s why I don’t be wantin’ to talk ‘bout this shit. Anyway… back to my story. Li’l bit was stirrin’ shit up so I tells him we gon’ kick it at my place. "I’m down wit’ that," he says, all eager like. You know, when I look back, I should feel bad… but I don’t, HA HA!
So anyway, we stop over to my place and he’s lookin’ all ‘round at my shit. My stereo, my big screen TV and the DVD player, mouth dropped open. I like seein’ nigga’s face when they see my crib. Most nigga’s from ‘round the way ain’t seen shit like this, less it’s they momma’s or they uncle’s out in the burbs, ya’ feel me?
I’m madd lookin’ at his face and it was doin’ things to me, with that smooth, coffee and cream brown skin of his and them sexy assed lips. He actually looked pretty young but, don’t ask, don’t tell, right? He’s over at my CD rack, lookin’ at my collection and I couldn’t help lookin’ at his ass. I guess if this was one of them scary movies or somethin’ this’d be the part where my eyes would start glowin’ and be all red and shit, ‘cause I was stone checkin’ that ass out. A nigga can put on all the baggy clothes he want but when he got a round ass, it still makes that shit sit up and take attention! Got Da-yum!
Blood’s rushin’ from my head to my dick so fast, I’m gettin’ light
headed, then he bends over to see a CD and I ‘bout nutted up. I decided I
better stall that shit out befo’ I rape his li’l ass, so I stepped to the
kitchen and got us some drinks. He wandered in behind me, still lookin’ all
around at my shit, then he sat at the kitchen table.
"So you ain’t rollin’ with nobody, huh?" I said, handin’ him a drink. He took it and I noticed he got long fingers, almost like a girl. He shook his head no, swallowin’ from his drink. For a nigga that did so much talkin’ before, he sure was quiet now.
"Why you wanna be with us then?"
"Y’all was kickin’ ass."
"Oh, you like that, huh?" He nodded his head. "You ever scrapped befo’?"
"All the time." He smiled, big time.
"Lemme see what you got," I said, standing. "Go ‘head, right here," I said, pointin’ at my stomach. I wasn’t worried, all the weights I been liftin’, but I wanted to see if he was all talk.
He looked at me a couple, then he stands up, all nervous, ‘cause I’m lookin’ him right in the eye. Guess he was tryin’ to figure out what to do ‘cause, he stood there for a minute, then finally, he bawled his fist and fired. His punch was solid but even more important, it helped me see what I was up against. I looked at him like, nigga whut? And he tried again, this time harder. When he wound up for the third punch, I grabbed his arm and jerked him around.
"Yeah, now what you goin’ do?" He moved to snatch his arm from my grip but I yanked it up his back, bendin’ him over.
"You wantin’ to roll with us?" I says, pushing him across the kitchen.
He grunted, "Yeah, nigga."
"Get yo’ ass loose then, nigga," I said, yankin’ his arm up some mo’. This nigga sort’a squeaks and then he went to pitchin’ and jerkin’, tryin’ to get loose. He was a slippery li’l somethin’ though and I almost lost his wigglin’ ass. He even tried kickin’ me a couple of times but I been in enough scraps to know that move.
In a minute, he was sweatin’ and breathin’ all hard and I could tell he was gettin’ mad. He couldn’t get his arm out my grip and he was loosin’ his focus, wigglin’ and snatchin’. I kept pushin’ him across the kitchen ‘til we hit a wall. I stood him up and slammed him against the wall. He let out another squeak and I could tell his ass was scared because he quit fight’in.
"You think you bad enough to roll wit us?" I said, all low like in his ear. "Oh, you cain’t talk now, huh? Talk. Yeah, that’s ‘bout all you is, huh? Talk." He still ain’t said nothin’, his face all smashed against the wall.
I stepped up behind him, my breath hot on his back. I was so close, I could smell his sweat. He’s breathin’ all hard, tryin’ to look over his shoulder some and I’m gettin’ off on bein’ ‘gainst him. That dark side kicked up again and my dick jumped, once… twice, on his ass.
‘Bout that time, homey feels it and he gets this worried look in his eyes. He had to know he wasn’t gon’ just waltz in. That his ass was gon’ pay, one way or another, but he ain’t put it all together ‘til he felt that thump on his ass. He went to sweatin’ fo’ real then, cuttin’ his eyes real hard over his shoulder, tryin’ to see. I just rubbed my dick on his ass a couple of times while I had him pinned to the wall.
"You want in?" I whispered, all sinister like. But it’s a question only his ass can answer so he don’t say nothin’.
Think homey understood what was what, ‘bout then ‘cause, he went to breathin’ all hard, like he ‘bout to have a panic attack or somethin’. I still got his arm cranked up his back but I reaches down with my other hand and started pullin’ his pants down. Loose as they was, it didn’t take much and next thing he knew, his pants was around his knees.
This nigga had on a pair of them white, long legged, tight assed draw’s like them models be wearin’. They all snug on his round ass, liftin’ and seperatin’ them cheeks and shit. The fuck? I thought, steppin’ back a bit to look. That ass looked gooood, though, believe that.
He kind’a moved a little and I had to push his arm back up his back to settle him down. Seem like we was both unprepared fo’ what his ass had on because his face was red. I stepped behind him again, mashin’ my super hard dick against his white draw’s. You know, normally speakin’ a nigga wanna roll wit’ us, we just beat the shit outta him. You know, a beat down. But since me and Crim both have that dark side, we just look the other way when a nigga is what we like.
Don’t ask me why I was throwin’ bone over this boy, though, ‘cause I ain’t like that. I gots a lady and you can ask her if I don’t be layin’ pipe right, ya’ feel me? But this nigga was pushin’ all the right buttons. Maybe it was his face, that thug look he had. Ain’t nothin’ better than breakin’ down a nigga think he hard, ya’ feel me? Or maybe it was his build and how mutha fuckin’ sexy it was. Them pecs, or his six pack or the way his arms flexed, every time he wiggled a little.
Whatever it was, it had me madd wantin’ him. That ass was so good lookin’ I just had to smack it a couple of times. It jiggled when I did, like a bowl of jello, makin’ me extra hot. "Yeah," I said, leanin’ all ‘gainst him again. "Gon’ like this," I says, right in his ear.
With my other hand, I opened my pants, whippin’ out my nine. It laid ‘gainst his ass perfectly, the head all big and shiny like, ‘cause I’m so hard. He moved again, maybe because he scared or maybe just outta anticipation. Holdin’ his arm up his back is gettin’ uncomfortable so I let it go, holdin’ both his arms up over his head ‘gainst the wall instead. I leaned ‘gainst him and humped him a few, my breath hot on his neck.
He’s
gruntin’ and pantin’, still lookin’ over his shoulder with that wild look
in his eyes but when I reached ‘round him and felt his dick up, it was stickin’
straight up, brick hard. That shit made me madd hot and I just snatched them
tight assed draw’s of his down. Damn, this nigga’s ass was sweet. Fat and
juicy, with a little hair on it. I couldn’t help it, I smacked it again. Them
big assed cheeks of his sort’a rippled, bouncin’ ‘gainst each other like
two basketballs.
That was all I could take. I got up behind him and slid my nine ‘tween them cheeks. It was warm up in there, like a oven on my dick. "Sup?" He says when he feels my dick searchin’ fo’ his hole. "Sup, b?" He says again, all worried. How y’all gon’ be like this? I bet he’s thinkin’, my dick slidin’ up his crevice again.
"Ahhh!" he yells out, my dick findin’ the spot. He sort’a trembled, his eyes wide as saucers when he felt his ass crackin’ open. I pushed up, squeezin’ my big assed knob ‘gainst that tight ass hole and he raised up on his toes, tryin’ to get away from it.
"Put sumpin’ on it!" He yells, sweat poppin’ out on his face.
"I am," I says, pushin’ a little more.
"C’mon b!" He holla’s, fear in his eyes.
I looked around, then saw the cookin’ oil on the counter. Grabbin’ it, I opened it and just poured some, ‘tween his cheeks. It dripped ‘round my dick, gettin’ it all slippery and on his tight hole. Shit had me so hot, I just threw the bottle down and aimed my dick at his hole again. ‘Bout nutted up when I felt the head pop in. Homey was wigglin’ and moanin’ and shit, back up on his toes. Didn’t stop my dick though. I slid a little more in and then he really went to squirmin’ and makin’ noises.
He must’a thought he was Spiderman or somethin’, way he tried climbin’ up that wall. "Wait, wait, wait!" He’s yellin’ all panicked.
"Take this shit," I said, and just held his wigglin’ ass down on it. His shit was tight and tried to strangle the fuck out my dick.
"Ahhhh!"
He bawls, squirmin’ ‘round on my dick. I think if I’da let homey go, he’d
would’a ran straight out that kitchen. Actin’ all hard, like he gangbang all
the time. Wasn’t countin’ on this, huh? I thought, slidin’ some mo’ of
my dick in.
Every time I pushed more in, he went to cussin’ and floppin’ about. "Shit! Shit! Shit!" He’s hissin’ poundin’ the wall with his fist. I was just ‘bout in so I wrapped one arm ‘round his heavin’ chest while I stroked his shit with my other hand and sunk it home. Think he was pretty confused with that, though ‘cause, even though he was cussin’ and wigglin’ and shit, his dick went extra hard when my dick climbed them last few inches up his chute.
"Yo shit is tight," I said, tryin’ not to nutt. He couldn’t say nothin’ but "Ahhhhh!"
That round ass of his was just made fo’ dick though. Even befo’ I got my shit inside, them warm assed cheeks of his was just huggin’ it like a warm blanket. Homey moved this way and that, tryin’ to find a comfortable position on top my dick. Think it must’a been pretty bad though ‘cause he looked like he was gon’ bail fo’ a minute. Like maybe it wasn’t worth all this agony to be wit’ us. It wouldn’t a mattered though ‘cause his ass was gettin’ fucked, whether he wanted or not. Makin’ the gang would just be a added plus, ya’ feel me?
I played with his hard ass dick a little mo’ and then I could feel it gettin’ real stiff, like he might blow his load, so then I started fuckin’ his ass. When I pulled out, he trembled and moaned so, I thought fo’ sho’ he was gon’ nutt up then. But then my shit pushed back in and he forgot ‘bout his dick. It sort’a went soft but it was feelin’ good to me. Nigga’s shit was so tight, it almost sucked the cum right out my dick.
Felt better than when I plow Dee-Dee’s pussy. He had me layin’ all on top of his back, like he was my lady or somethin’, moanin’ like a horny dog. I pulled out again, just so I could make the trip up his tight shit all over again. It felt even better that time and befo’ long, I was just bouncin’ on his ass. In, out, in, out, got-dayum, that shit was jood!
Ain’t nothin’ like a li’l virgin ass, ya’ feel me? Don’t nothin’ hug yo’ dick tighter or feel better. I went to dippin’ and swervin’ on that shit then, bangin’ it from the bottom, the left, the right. Too bad only one of us was enjoyin’ it though. The way homey was groanin’ and gruntin’ and jumpin’, he must’a really wanted to roll wit’ us. Ain’t no way a nigga would’a took that, otherwise.
We was slammin’ up ‘gainst the wall now. I still had my arm ‘round his tremblin’ chest but then I remembered his dick, so I slipped my other hand back ‘round it. It was almost droopin’ in front of him at first but when I stroked my hand up and down it, it stood right up. Wonder if I can bring his ass off? I’m thinkin’, workin’ his dick. It felt real good in my hand, all hard and jumpin’ and leakin’.
I’d got so lost in twistin’ my hand around his hard knob, I’d almost forgot ‘bout my dick. But then homey quit fightin’ and he let’s out this long moan, like a bitch when you hit that spot, ya’ feel me? All of a sudden his ass went to madd quiverin’ and ripplin’ ‘round my dick and I was moanin’ too.
He actually spread his legs wider, then he’s groanin’ and huggin’ the wall. His dick is hard as stone and then, this is part that got me, he pushed his ass out. It slammed up ‘round my dick, huggin’ and suckin’ it and I lost it. I could feel his dick scrapin’ ‘gainst my hand, but I totally forgot ‘bout strokin’ it, right then. I’m shakin’ like a nigga havin’ convulsions or somethin’ and my dick is crammed so far up his ass, it was probably ticklin’ his tonsils. Then I felt that shit just explode!
Cum was flyin’ out my dick like a Fourth Of July firework. I must’a hugged him so tight, I probably broke a coupl’a ribs. I’m cussin’ and pushin’ up, wedgin’ mo’ of my pipe up his ass and cum is just madd squirtin’ out, man. I don’t think I ever came like that befo’.
Then I felt his dick boucin’ ‘gainst my
hand, the shaft all hard and shit. 
Just
as my dick let loose, he went to yellin’ too, and I felt a big rope of cum
leap out on my hand. Guess I should’a gave homey a helpin’ hand, ya’ feel
me, but his shit was feelin’ so good on my dick, I couldn’t think.
I’m cummin’ and he’s rubbin’ his dick on my hand and shootin’ like crazy. I think it surprised him though, ‘cause he was yellin’ and moanin’ so loud, I thought he was gon’ pass out. Shit was turnin’ him out so, he was tryin’ to get mo’ of dick up his quiverin’ asshole. Dang! Y’all feel me?
We finally came down though. Cum was all over my hand, drippin’ down his legs and shit. We was a mess. We went to the bathroom and took a shower and then I nailed his ass again, right there under the water. Sometimes, you get a nigga that just get ta’ likin’ it, havin’ they ass reamed. You ain’t gotta get ‘em ready or work up in they shit, they just open up like a flower and take it, ya’ feel me? Well, it’s funny but, homey never was like that. That first day and from then on, every time I wanted some, he’d squirm and groan like it was hurtin’ or somethin’. It was like I had to take his ass all over, every time. But, homey knew he’d got in the gang because of one reason and he knew it would take that to stay in. After a while, his dick’d get real hard and his ass couldn’t help it, he was in the fuck. Day, night, my place or his, it didn’t matter, he’d give it up.
Sometimes, his crazy ass’ll do somethin’ that’ll make Kon mad and he looks at me like, why you keep this nigga’round? But, on tha real, when you got a ass like my nigga got, it’s all good. I just looks at Kon and say, "he wit’ me."
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