Torrid backed away while looking at Courvy. Seemingly, he was undressing him with his eyes. What the hell is this fine boy doing with this half-breed? It must be the hair and the fine looking skin.
'Aight my man. I get it! Keep your dude in check though and explain the game to him. I run this bitch, boys. The only way you get in here is by doin exactly what I say!' Torrid walked away from the couple to get back in front of his flock.
'Now that the situation been cleared up, let's move on to more important things. Money, Courvy, ya'll best to go right now. I heard The Lords are havin' a party at Jake's on Weed Street. This should be easy since it's a known fact that he's on the down low and into jaggin' off in public bathrooms. One of ya'll fine asses should be able to get him to cum in the glass for ya. When you have it, bring it to me tonight. If ya' don't, Bear will be here waitin' for ya' He winked at his new recruits flashing a wry smile. Even though Torrid didn't like Money questioning his authority, that didn't stop him from thinking about how much he'd like to have an initiation party for these two of his own.
While Torrid started talking with his followers, Money and Courvy walked up the stairs out the back door. Both were worried that their task was too difficult. How would they get this known killer to cum in a cup? They knew that they would have to complete this or else they would be Bear's new bitches.
'Damn Courvy, I told you this was not a good idea, dude. I mean, I like that the Monarchs are on the low but damn man...this is like being a suicide bomber man?' Money slapped Courvy's hand away while stomping hard through the wild grassy backyard.
'Money, we gon do this. How else are we gonna survive man? You and I both can't get no job because we got records as long as our damn arm dude. We gon try this and well... if we don't succeed, we just betta hope that Bear has been tested in the last few months.' Courvy ran after his man grabbing on his jacket.
When he caught Money, he turned him around to face him. 'Money, listen to me. These men our fam dog, this is the only way we gon be able to stay togetha. We gon git this man's juice, aight? Fo real...' Courvy kissed Money's head after pulling him closer.
Money always knew that Courvy was positive, conceited even. In his mind, he could do anything, if only Money felt the same way. The two men trotted towards Money's Oldsmobile ready to drive to their spot to get dressed for tonight's party with the rival gang.
When they arrived at their apartment, Money plopped down on the couch with a worried look on his face. What on earth would they do to get this man to cum in a glass for them? If anything, he would probably want to come in one of their mouths or on their faces and chests. Money took the glass that Torrids second hand man and boyfriend, Hypno, had given him out his pocket.
'How the fuck are we gon accomplish this?' He studied the glass engraved with a picture of a lion on a throne with the gang's name.
'Money, you hungry dawg? We aint got no cash to buy anything out so I suggest...'
'Courvy, I don't have an appetite right now. How we gon do this man? I mean...dude it's either get shot or git fucked. Either way it ain't good man...'
Courvy sat down putting the bowl of leftover macaroni on the table. 'Baby, damn, where is yo faith in me huh? Haven't I always com thru fo you?
' He took Money's hands into his own planting small kisses on his long fingers.
Money looked away staring off into space. As much as he knew that Courvy had helped him through anything, he had no confidence that they'd be able to get the valued come that Torrid asked for.
'Damnit...Courvy...I' Money gasped as his friend massaged his dick through his relaxed fit jeans. He was so overcome with excitement his tipped black Yankees cap fell off his braided head.
As Courvy continued to stroke him, Money rubbed his neck while taking his Sox cap off his bald dome. 'Baybee...damn...shi...' he whispered as Courvy's lips were on Money through his boxer briefs.
Courvy's mouth worked vertically on his shaft causing him to moan loudly, forgetting about the task they had to complete. 'Shit...Courvy...we.' Money gazed at the clock on the IPod dock. While licking his lips, 'Man, we best ta go...we might as well git this shit ova with!'
As much as he didn't want his man to stop pleasuring him, he knew that they should get dressed for tonight's bash.
Despite Money's attempts to get Courvy to stop, Money allowed his boy to suck him off quickly. As soon as he gave Courvy the cream beverage, the two jumped in the shower for a quick lather and screw.
'Mmm...damn...stop makin me wait Money, I swear, you promised...' The moment Courvy stopped speaking; Money was on his knees kneelin in front of him.
Courvy knew that his boy was a tease. Ever since he'd known him, he was aware that Money would do things to drive people wild. Moreover, Money's look could turn even the straightest man's head. His hair was long and thick. He's light-skinned, lean, with hazel eyes and nice length between his thighs.
Courvy often remembered how much he liked the weird looking kid that Jon was however, it was the man that he'd become that made him want him even more. 'Mo...ahh shit bay, you can suck that cock so good... Dayum.'
Money had swallowed Courvy whole while fondling his balls. Knowing he was close to coming, he pulled Money up from his knees. 'No mo Money, I need to be in yo azz now!'
'Fo real dude? I thought you was go give me sum of dat sweet stuff...' Before he could finish speaking, Courvy had reached around, fingering Money's ass.
'Ahhh...ok...I git da hint bay...'Money, said as his hazels met Courvy's light browns.
Money also had fond memories of how much his man had him around his little finger after they masturbated together. He'd never felt that 'something' for any girl so he knew for sure he was gay. Courvy was one of the finest men he had ever seen. He was buff with light brown skin and gorgeous brown eyes. Not to mention the more than adequate eight inches between his legs.
Money wanted them to try to get their lives on track together; not adopting the lifestyle that the Monarchs presented to them. Even though the gang accepted the twosome's orientation, Money was fearful of the consequences.
Deon | 06 Apr 2010
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