In the Circle

I cut the tightest fades and crispest edge ups in town. In a matter of 30 minutes I can have a homely mother fucker looking neat and dapper. No texture of hair has ever been a challenge to me. I do damn good work and make damn good money at it.

I owe everything I am to my cousin, Jerod. He taught me everything that I know about cutting hair and paid my barber school tuition to ensure that I would have a career. I love my cousin; really love him.

My cousin died in a car crash six months ago. Thirty years of age. I was in the car when it happened. I was sucking his dick when he swerved off the road and the car crashed into a tree. He was ejected through the window and died from the impact of hitting that big ass oak. I survived.

I am certain that God kept me alive for the shit that I had to do. I was put in a position that I not only had to defend Jerod’s name; I had to protect it. Man, the shit people will do when they’re thirsty for attention. The main mother fuckers to do it are family.

When that preacher stood over my cousin’s coffin and called him a good husband, loving father, and man with a heart of gold he spoke nothing but facts. I’ll be goddamn it anybody was going to make him out to be anything else, especially a mother fucker he done looked out for.

My cousin, Breon arrived at my shop around seven P.M., a full hour after I had closed the shop. I swear on my cousin’s grave it took everything in me not to dead his ass where he stood. I swear light skinned niggas be doing some shit that make you want to hurt them. Breon was on the verge of doing some serious shit.

“Hey Cuz, sorry I am late. He said.

“No problem; Jabari, Chris, and Cooley ain’t got here yet, so technically, you’re early.”

Cooley, the oldest of the cousins was the next to arrive. Cooley was two years older than Jerrod. Everyone outside of the family always mistook him and Jerod for twins despite Cooley being older and the son of Jerod’s mother’s sister.

“Wassup?” Said Cooley dapping us both. Breon was too stupid to even notice that Cooley didn’t dap him the same. That’s the problem with these niggas born in the 2000s, they ain’t perceptive like us niggas born in the 90’s or the ones from the 80s like Cooley.

“We still waiting on Chris and Jabari.” I explained to Cooley. Breon’s young ass had made himself comfortable in one of the waiting chairs. Nigga had his Beats headphones on blasting some damn Blueface. Old boy liked to have caught it right then.

“So, how are we going about it?” Asked Cooley

“It all depends on what he decides. He hasn’t said anything to anyone other than Jabari so far.”

“How so you know that, Quame?”

“Shit man, you know our family. Some shit like that would have had everybody split into teams and bout to go to war; which is why we gotta get through to old boy.”

Seconds later Chris and Jabari arrived. Chris, who was a few months older than me punched Breon so hard his earphones flew off as he crashed to the floor.

“Now what’s that shit you told Jabari?” He asked snatching Breon up off the floor. Chris was the thug ass nigga, I secretly longed to be. I ain’t gonna front, seeing him manhandle Breon had my dick throbbing. Chris was sexy as hell anyway. That shit was amplified when he was violent.

“Jabari, you told?” Asked Breon looking more hurt by that than the bitch slap and rough handling Chris had given him.

“I want you to repeat in front of us that shit you told Jabari.”

“Y’all, I ain’t trying to start no shit. I haven’t even told my parents__” Chris smacked him to the floor again.

“Boy, your red ass is gonna stop playing with me. I asked you to tell us what the fuck you said to Jabari!”

I don’t know if it was fear or pain that kept him there but Breon didn’t even try to get up off the floor.

“I told Jabari that I missed Jerod and I love him, but I am having a hard time with his passing because he molested me from the time, I was 15 up until a few days before his passing.”

Chris gave him a kick in the stomach so stiff I felt it. Breon writhed in pain on the floor crying and spitting up clear shit.

“Get Your ass up.” Said Chris jerking him up from the floor and viciously pushing him down into my barber’s chair.

“Breon, young Cuz.” Said Cooley, the calmer one among us. “Breon, you cannot be talking reckless like that. Jerod had kids, Krista, Jerod’s wife doesn’t deserve to have something like that out there about the man she loved. Aunt Vivian don’t need to have that out there about her dead son.”

“I only told Jabari.” He defended. “I had to talk to somebody. I didn’t like what he did to me.”

“But your ass kept letting him do it?” I chimed in. That shit really pissed me off. It wasn’t like he was no little kid when Jerod fucked him. Fifteen years old you got hair around your dick and you’re old enough to make a baby.

I was the same age when me and Jerod started dealing. He didn’t force me. I wasn’t beat up and told not to tell nobody. He asked me if I wanted him to suck my dick and I let him. He asked me to suck his and I did because I felt that was only fair. Hell, he didn’t even FUCK, fuck me until I was damn near 18. At no point was I a goddamn victim. A lot of the times I went to him. Plus, Cuz was mad generous; I never left him without either some new gear or fat pockets. Why ain’t Breon ass mad about all those Jordans and NBA Jerseys Jerod bought him?

“Look, I am not trying to shit on Jerod’s name. I loved him too but what he did to me was wrong and if he did it to any of you that shit was wrong too.”

That damn boy must have been a sucker for abuse. Chris back handed his so hard blood splattered across the mirror behind him when his head spun around.

Breon spat his loose side tooth out onto the floor. He looked at us with hatred and disgust. If old boy had any magic power, I am convinced he would have set all of us on fire with his stare.

“You all are fucken sick. If y’all are into that homo shit that’s fine, I don’t judge, but incest and molestation is not right. And if y’all think that that shit is okay, then are all of you mother fuckers capable of doing the same? Are y’all just waiting for the young crop to get a little age on them? Maybe I do need to tell this shit_______”

The bullet went from one side of his head straight through to the other sailing across the room and shattering one of my porcelain sinks.

“Sorry about that Cuz.” Chris apologized to me placing his gun back into the pocket of his jacket. “I will pay to replace that.”

Goddamn that shit turned me on. I dropped to my knees in front of Chris, took his dick out of his Champion sweat pants and started sucking it right in front of Cooley, Jabari, and dead ass Breon.

“Oh, shit Fam, you suck Dick, dick.” Groaned Chris. “No wonder you were Jerod’s favorite.” Hearing that shit made me proud as hell. Jerod told me I was the best cock sucker he’d ever met. Jabari eased my pants and boxers down. Lil Cuz was finally getting some get back from all the times I had ran up in him. Damn he’s developed quite nicely because he bringing some pain to my ass.

Cooley, the elder among us just stroked his own dick as he watched us fuck and suck each other into a frenzy.

We didn’t have time to bask in the aftermath of our nut bustings. Cooley and Chris transported Breon’s body away from the shop for disposal. I was familiar enough with how the two of them handled things know that no one would ever find a trace of Breon again. Me and Jabari cleaned up the mess that had been made in my shop. Wiping down mirrors, chairs and the floor of any trace of Breon’s presence.

Jabari kept trying to get me to tell him that his dick down was spectacular. Though it was, I wasn’t about to let the little nigga get too big an ego. Plus, I wasn’t going to let him think that he was going to take the dominant role in our dealings. Hell naw, there is a pecking order and everybody in the circle had to fall in line.

Too bad Breon couldn’t understand that this shit was all about love and respect. Jerod gave us something beautiful.

We all agreed that the circle could not extend beyond the four of us. Too bad because our lil 16- year – old cousin Jayson had a hellafied dick swing in his basketball shorts. Plus, he had sway back, bubble booty and lean muscular legs. He could probably ride a nigga’s dick like crazy! Sadly, we would never know. We couldn’t chance there being another Breon in the family.

The End