Price Of Admission

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Price of Admission

By Chris Carr

“Be gettin’ all quiet now,” Bone said, those fierce eyes of his looking through me. I was speechless, my mouth dropped open, heart beating all fast.

“Handle this,” he repeated, moving closer, that bulge unmistakable now.

Must’ve been a fool, thinking I could roll with these guys. What was I thinking, a guy like me, all tight with niggas like this. Me, with the two car family and clothes that ain’t even been worn yet.

Lemme catch you up. Beginning of the semester, I started kickin’ it with Bryck and his crew. Thought I was the shit and my peeps couldn’t tell me nothing.

“Better watch them niggas,” they’d say, face all worried.

“Nigga, shut up! Y’all ain’t ‘bout nothin’.” Should’ve listened though.

Bryck was a senior, well, he was in the 12^th grade but seem like Bryck never graduated. Homey was crazy. Talked shit all the time and never backed down from anything. He and his boys would hang out behind the gym, rolling dice. Most the kids in my group wouldn’t be caught dead back there, probably because they’d get killed! HaHa!

But me, I ain’t got no sense so I started tippin’ back there, watching them play and trying to look hard. At first they just ignored me, rollin’ them bones up against the wall. I’m standing there in my brand new clothes moms just bought me, silver chain hanging round my neck, thinking I’m all that.

So Bone was the first to talk to me. Asked me the usual; my name, where I stayed, how old I was. I was scared to tell him much because I figured they found out I stayed in Crestwood, no way I’d get in, so I just told him I was 15 and new to this side of town.

He was cool, letting me take a hit on his cigarette, or sometimes a li’l weed. After a while, they let me play a little but a nigga didn’t know shit. Still don’t! Don’t kid yourself kid, playing craps ain’t a little kid game. You got to know all kind of math and when to roll and when to bet and what you got in points.

Every once in a while, I’d win a little but for the most part, I was ‘crappin’ out’. Gambled up all my little lunch money and started in on my allowance. Told Pops I was needing some more because I was getting tight with this girl and he forked it over like nothing. Tell the truth, I liked hanging with them niggas more than I did getting all involved with some complicated girl. It was so cool, being with them and getting that acceptance. My peeps couldn’t believe it.

Bone became my emissary to the group ‘cause, I couldn’t even get up on Bryck. That nigga was too outta control, packin’ a nine and shit. Bone didn’t talk much, just smoked his weed and rolled the dice when it was his turn, them intense eyes of his looking right through ya.

My first clue that shit wasn’t right should’ve been the way nobody ever got tight with me. Yeah, Bone would let me take a hit on his dank, and when they passed around the 40, I always got a swig, but I still wasn’t “in”, per se. I was so caught up with what it looked like, hanging out with them niggas though, I never even noticed it. Lost all my peeps ‘cause, all of them was scared to death of Bryck and his crew. Started wearing my jeans down around my hips and then just got me a pair of khakis like the niggas in the gang that sagged way below my ass.

Rolling the dice every day and plopping down my little chump change. Talking shit and getting high… life was good. That is, till Bryck decided to up the stakes. See, up until then, we’d play for $2, maybe $3. “Two’s all day,” somebody would chant, everybody plunking down a deuce. $2, for the most part, I could handle with the money pops gave me for lunch and my “lady.” But Bryck went ape shit one day, telling everybody they was pussies and that $2 was for fags and babies.

“Only niggas can play today got to have a dime,” he snarled, slapping his $10 down.

Ain’t nobody wanted to look like a fag so niggas dug deep and all put they 10’s down. Then they was looking at me. Now, pops gave me $10 every day and between holding it for craps and the little I’d won, I had ‘bout $17, but I’m thinking, I crap out twice and my ass is fucked.

I threw my little ten in, hands shaking but I didn’t let on. Things was looking ok at first ‘cause I didn’t crap out. Kept rolling my hand and getting a 7 but then I started rolling three’s. Niggas was laughing and talking ‘bout me like I didn’t have a mother and before I knew it, I was $130 in the hole. See, if I’d had any sense, I would’ve stopped when I hit $50 but when you in a circle with niggas rolling bones and your turn keeps coming up, you just don’t think. It’s all ‘bout looking hard and not letting down.

The more I racked up, the looser my bowels became until I must’ve looked drained in the face ‘cause all my shit, fo damn sho’, was ‘bout to drop in my drawers. Somebody said something ‘bout Coach Patterson coming and that’s the only thing that saved me ‘cause niggas was scattering like roaches when the lights turn on. Rest of the day, my stomach was hurting and I felt like shit.

Couldn’t talk to none of my peeps ‘cause all they’d say was “told you so.” And ain’t no way I could tell pops ‘cause I didn’t have an explanation as to why I’d need almost $150. Couldn’t eat, couldn’t sleep, fuck couldn’t even get a nut off and that’s bad when I nigga get that stressed.

All week, I’m avoiding Bryck like the plague and hiding out in the library, ‘cause the last place a thug gone be is the library. Things was going good until I ran into Bone on the P.E. yard that Friday.

“Bryck lookin’ fo you,” he informed. Nigga got this amused look on his face like he just waiting to see what I gon’ do.

“Yo, what I’m gon’ do?” I said. Bone hunched his shoulders, twirling that toothpick he always got around in his lips.

“What he do, you don’t pay?”

“Don’t wanna do that, son.”

“Why?”

“Think he carry that nine for nothin’? Nigga’ll drop a cap in yo’ skanchy ass in a minute.”

“Shit!” I said, pacing. “Man, I ain’t got that kind of money. What I’m gon’ do?”

“Got ta come up wit’ it. What ‘bout yo’ pops, ain’t he good fo’ it?”

“Man, pops’ll kill me too.” I was getting really stressed ‘bout then. I’m pacing back and forth and pounding my fist in my hand.

Bone let me stew for a while then he says, “Come with me.” He walks off, heading for the fence and when he jumped up on it and started climbing, I stopped, panicked. See, it wasn’t even lunch yet and this nigga was leaving. If I left, that would just add insult to injury, my ass got busted.

“Where you goin’?” I asked, standing beneath him. Bone didn’t say anything, just threw his leg over the top and hopped over. He stood on the other side of the fence, looking at me and I’m like, fuck-it, my ass is fucked anyway, so I hopped over too.

We walked south of the school, towards Southside, which is the opposite direction of my little middle classed section and a nigga was scared. Bone goes inside this old run down apartment and I’m looking around at graffiti and trash and broken windows and I’m thinking, how’d my ass get into this?

He turned up a flight of stairs, skipping two stairs at a time and stopped at this door at the top. Pulls out a key and opens it and I follow him in.

Best as I could figure, this must’ve been his pad, ‘cause I saw a couple of pictures of him when he was little and he seemed all at home, tossing his coat on the ratty couch and walking into the kitchen. I’m sitting my little yellow ass down on the edge of the couch and looking around at all the cheap, worn stuff in there with my bourgeois ass. Bone comes back and he’s got a can of beer.

“Want some?” he says, holding the can out. I took a swallow, my inexperienced ass getting a little buzz and he sits down next to me.

“This yo’ place?”

“You can say that,” he says, sitting back.

We sit a little while sipping back and forth on the can, my heart down in my nutz and I guess Bone must’ve seen I was stressing.

“Know how long I’ve known Bryck?” he starts. I shake my head. “Since third grade. Even then, that nigga was the shit. Used to beat up on punks, takin’ they lunch money and shit. Tried whuppin’ up on me but it didn’t go down like that. He’d win one and I’d win one ‘til we finally decided to hook up and beat the fuck outta everybody else.” He chuckled, tipping the can and swallowing, then passes it to me. I’m getting a serious buzz on now. Always confused me the way I couldn’t hold my liquor. Even after I’d been drinking practically every day with them fools, all it took was a little beer and whomp, I was lightheaded.

“That’s too bad ‘bout you not havin’ his money though. Even if he don’t off yo’ ass, he got to do somethin’ to you, ‘else he’ll be punkin’ himself.”

“Somethin’?”

Bone lit up a cigarette, blowing a plume of smoke out his lips sideways and puts his foot up on the little coffee table.

“Probably’ll just let his boys whup up on you, ‘cause you got a pretty face,” he smiled. I could feel my bowels loosening again and I guess that pretty face was pretty pale, ‘bout then.

“Can… can you help me?”

“What I’m gon’ do? Tell Bryck not to break yo’ face? What I look like, his daddy or something?”

He blows another sideways trail of smoke, flicking the ashes onto the floor and spreads his legs a little so I can see his shit dangling. A nigga must’ve been plenty horny ‘cause, here I was facing a life and death situation and I’m copping a peep at Bone’s package. He’s finishing off his cigarette and then he says,

“You really want me to make this go away?”

“Think I don’t?”

‘Bout then I noticed, Bone is got a problem in his pants. Right before my eyes, his shit gets bigger and then while I’m looking at it, he flexes it and makes it go up and down. Ever seen a cornered animal, just before the big tiger or the snake jumps his ass? Way they be watching their attackers every move and plotting, hoping to save they ass? My head was going a mile a second and my heart was thumping so hard, I knew he could probably see it.

“Handle that,” he says, flexing his shit again.

I’m looking from his groin to his face, my head still whirring.

“Be gettin’ all quiet now,” Bone said, those fierce eyes of his looking through me. I was speechless, my mouth dropped open, heart beating all fast.

“Handle this,” he repeated, moving closer, that bulge unmistakable now. He put his hand behind my head and started pulling me toward his groin. I know this probably sound weak but, I couldn’t do nothing. My ass was in deep shit and all I could think was, do this and get out… do this and get out.

Bone’s this coffee colored nigga ‘bout a couple shades darker than me and he’s got this nice, smooth complexion. Got his hair in braids, but he had on a doo-rag that day. Mean, dark brown eyes that always look like he’s high, and some sexy assed pink lips. Nigga reaches in his pants and pulls out this long assed python!

He still got me by the back of my head and I’m pulling back, ‘cause this shit is scaring the fuck out of me but my lips is getting closer and I can feel the heat rising up from his big assed dick.

“Bone,” I’m pleading, trying to get loose and he’s just pulling till I feel the tip pushing at my lips.

Tears is starting to well up in my eyes and my bottom lip is quivering.

“Man please,” I’m begging but I knew what the score was, so I just cracked my mouth open and….

God Damn! Still fucks me up to talk about it. A 15 year old kid that’s looking to be thugged out shouldn’t be dealing with this shit! What was I gon’ tell my homeys? How was I gon’ look them in the face?

Bone pushed his club in my mouth and, don’t ask me how, but a nigga got skillz that day. He moaning and slinging his shit up and I’m slurping like a skid row ho’.

“Yeah, nigga,” he’s moaning, pushing my head down and I’m wrapping my tongue round that pointy head of his.

He’s slicing all them inches into my mouth and I’m gagging and shit, water running out my eyes. Then he starts taking his clothes off, calling out my name and shit every time I go down on him.

“Damn Tay,” he moans, tossing his shirts off. All while this nigga is pushing his pants down and kicking his shoes off, he ain’t let my head go. His dick is brushing my tonsils and I’m getting a little freaked ‘cause, I ain’t gagging that much no more.

Dick is all hard and my little hungry ass is swerving on that shit now, just getting into it. Slobbing on it like a pro. Bone starts pulling my shirts off, then he reaches down and unfastens my pants and something ain’t feeling right. My ‘technique’ is getting lousy because I’m trying to figure out why he need me naked, but he didn’t stop till I was.

Yanks my head back down his shit again till he’s bone hard, then he pushes me off and onto the couch. Now, Bone is ‘bout 3 years older than me and got me beat, size wise, but this ain’t cool, especially seeing he’s trying to lay me on my stomach.

“Yo, wassup?” I’m yelling, trying to get up. And I would’ve if Bryck hadn’t stepped out the back room.

“Hold his li’l squirmin’ ass,” Bone said, in a way that made me shiver. For an instant, my stupid ass thinking, Bryck ain’t ‘bout to let one of his soldiers tell him what to do. Naw, a general gives commands, I thinking, still trying to get Bone off of me. I’m starting to see daylight when I feel Bryck grab my arms and pin me down to the couch.

“Yo, WASSUP?” I yells, looking up at Bryck.

He ain’t saying nothing, and then I feel Bone laying on my back and that, spit-lubed battering ram of his rubbing between my ass cheeks.

“I’ll get the money! I’ll pay you, Bryck!” Bryck ain’t said nothing, just holds my ass down as that big assed dick starts spreading my little, button-tight hole.

Shaking, trembling, screaming, aching! Ain’t no words to describe what it felt like.

“Split his ass,” Bryck is moaning, holding my wiggling upper body. Bone reaches around my neck and gets me in a choke hold and grunts, “Shit so tight it hurts.” A second, which felt like an eternity, clicked by, my ass holding him back while his dick is worming in then, I feel this scalding hot dagger creeping up my tunnel. Bone clamps his hand down over my mouth and all I could hear was my scream, echoing about my head.

Throat was raw for a couple of days, I screamed so much. Ass felt like somebody had laid it open and poured vinegar in there. All that padding I got didn’t stop his dick from sinking home. Ass up in the air, wiggling and squirming and I got over 9 inches rammed up it.

“Got ‘em?” Bryck asks.

“Yeah,” Bone grunts, holding my searing ass on his poker.

Defeated, I slumped on the couch, crying into the crook of my arm. Bryck let me go for a second and I heard him taking his clothes off. Few minutes later, he’s yanking my head up and feeding me his super hard dick. Was a bad day for the kid.

I’m being double ganked, Bone with a bone up my ass and Bryck with a brick in my mouth. Took all the fight out of me. Felt like a god damn see-saw, Bone pushing down and Bryck pulling out.

“Good?” Bone asks, plowing me again.

“Yeah,” Bryck moans, his dick down my throat.

Ass is still on fire and Bone is just making himself at home. I swear that nigga was trying to make his dick meet Bryck’s in the back of my throat.

Guess even the worse pain has to stop after a while ‘cause, my ass started feeling different. Wasn’t like Bone had a branding iron up my ass no more. Started to find a spot, way up my hole that, every time he ran over it, my toes would curl. First couple times his dick charged that spot, I flinched and grunted.

“Got ‘em now,” Bone cooed, observing my reactions.

All these surges of sensations kept skipping out my ass, up my dick, cross my balls and out to my squirming toes till I was moaning like a bitch in heat. Can’t explain it, but all of a sudden it wasn’t prison camp torture anymore. Couldn’t help myself and before I knew it, I just moaned out, “mmmmmm!”

Still couldn’t do anything but groan in ecstasy, my dick all hard and rubbing on the couch.

“Make ‘em bust,” Bryck says.

“Mmmmmm!” I moaned and then, Bone picks up the speed and his dick is pistoning across that spot.

Toes went spread and my ass literally raised up off the couch and onto his ramrod. Shaking like a leaf in the wind and groaning. Ass is on fire again but for different reasons and then, Bone yells, Bryck bellows and I scream, but different reasons. Like a cool salve on a burning wound, I feel Bone’s cream gushing out and his dick get bigger. Bryck’s dick swells in my mouth and it starts pumping too and my ass is feeling so good, my mashed dick just starts propelling big, sloppy bolts of hot boy cum on the couch. Cum is flying everywhere and niggas is moaning and yelling and shit and then we all finish and just fall down on the couch, all spent and happy.

The next year, a little wannabee started hanging around our crap game, all filled with wonder and expectation. Had on some nice gear, all laced out in ice, like I was, those early days. I passed him my cigarette and talked him up and he’s all cheesing ‘cause somebody’s talking to him. Bryck rolls a 3 and looks up at me.

“Yo, Tay,” he says, “you up.” I turned to the new kid and says,

“Pay up,” and he plopped his little $2 down and took a roll.

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