That's My Good Word

Who the fuck told you that shit?  I bet he did, a bitch ass nigga!   Man, that’s why I cannot stand those fem mutha fuckas, they can’t keep shit on the hush.

 Well, you fucken know it now; ain’t no need to deny it.   Oh, you want details. Nigga, you crazy as shit. Alright, I’ll tell you. Let me get another hit of that blunt, Damn, this shit is potent!  

Anyway, yeah, I fucked that faggot nigga, Keon last Friday when the whole campus was rained in.  It won’t like some shit I started out to do. I didn’t wake up that morning and decide out the blue that I was going to do some ol’ homo shit.

Truth be told, I had never done no shit like that before, and that’s my good word on my dead Grandma. 

Like I was saying, last Friday it was raining like a bitch and lightning like a mutha fucka. You know, man, because the lights kept going out. Anyway, my girl and me were arguing over the phone.   She was trippin, carrying on about how if I really wanted to I could walk across campus ad come chill with her in her dorm room because her roommate was gone for the weekend. She was crying and shit talking about I didn’t love her.

   Real talk my nig, I wanted that pussy like my next breath, but I won’t about to trek through no pouring rain, hail, and lightning to get it.  I ain’t had no pussy yet that was worth all that, and I have had a lot of pussy in the 20 years that I have been alive; started stroking when I was 11.  Hell yea, Dawg, 11.  Mutha Fucka, my dick was big enough to be fucking at 11. Yea laugh it up, but I know my shit. It’s been attached to me my whole life, plus, I don’t lie on my dick.  If I did, I would denying shit instead of telling you what happened.

Anyway, my girl pissed me off real bad and I wound up calling her a stupid bitch and hanging up on her. I was steaming, mainly because I was horny as shit and couldn’t get what I wanted.

Damn, Nigga, I’ma get to it. I’m starting to wonder about yo ass. Anyway, as you know, Keon lane’s bitch ass is my roommate. The whole while I was on the phone with my girl, this bitch nigga was doing yoga on the floor.  Man, I ain’t lying!  My word on my dead Grandma, that nigga was doing yoga, and he had on a pair of pink booty shorts with “Candy Girl” written ‘cross the ass of ‘em.

Man don’t start that laughing shit! You’re going to get me started and then I won’t be able to finish. Pass me that blunt anyway; your ass has been hogging it. Goddamn, this shit is power.

Anyway, ‘ol boy was doing yoga in his pink panties. I was mad as hell. What I was mad at ain’t have shit to do with him, but for some reason I called him a bitch ass nigga.

Keon sat up and said to me as easy as mutha fucking Sunday morning, “Now Quamie, why are you calling me names? You of all people should be nice to me seeing as how I am going to suck your dick and let you fuck me in my ass.”

Hell yeah, that shit took me by surprise. No Nigga had ever come out his mouth like that at me.

What did I do?

First I told him, “Nigga stop trippin, I know you’re a faggot and all, but you’ve gotta understand that not everybody gets down that way.”  I then said, “So yo little faggot fantasies are going to have to stay in your head.”

No, he didn’t get mad.

He just smiled at me like he knew a secret that I didn’t know and said, “Nigga this red ass is just as tight and right as your girlfriend’s pussy. The only difference is my asshole is here right now for the taking and her pussy is way across campus.  Plus, after what you called her, it’s highly unlikely that you’ll be getting it from her anytime soon.  Ain’t shit jumping off on campus, we’re rained in, and don’t nobody got no booze or weed. Tell me, Quamie, what have two horny ass niggas like us have to do on a night like this other than each other?”

“I ain’t getting poked.” I said realizing without realizing that I had just agreed to do some homo shit.

“Of course, you’re not.” He smiled.

Next thing I knew, my dick was out of my boxers and halfway down that nigga’s throat.

Could he suck dick good?  Nigga is you black and high?

I was trying not to like that shit, you know, just look at it as getting a nut, but that nigga had me straight moaning, especially when he licked the head of my dick in a circular motion with the tip of his tongue.   Shit, I made a mental note that I was going to get my girl to do that the next time she gave me dome. 

Nigga, how’s that grimy?

Anyway, my right hand found its way down the back of ‘ol boy’s little pink panties, and Dawg, that nigga’s ass was as round and soft as any female’s. Shit, it was better than many. It was nice and smooth, not all hairy like you’d expect a dude’s ass to be. 

Yes, my ass is hairy, Nigga! Why you want to know all that? I swear you’re suspect. Whatever, Nigga, like I said, I did that shit once and only once and that’s my good word o my dead Grandma.

Let me get back to the story. By the time, my boxers were off and kicked to the side, my dick looked like a limousine on prom night; long, and, black and shiny. I had to keep myself inn check by reminding myself not to get too comfortable with doing homo shit, that was only a one-time thing.

Shit started getting so good, I was fucking the hell outta ‘ol boy’s mouth and his faggoty ass loved every stroke. I would ram my shit all the way down his throat and hold it there until he was choking then pull it out; shit I could never do with my girl.  Why I hadn’t bust yet was both a mystery and a blessing.  “Ol boy had a PHD, ass piled high and deep, and I was ready to get up in it.

“Yo ass better be good.” I warned him as I threw him onto my bed.  My dick was so coated with spit, so it was easy for me to slide my meat up in that thang.

Nigga let me tell you, that was some mind-blowing shit!  I had never fucked my girl in the ass because I thought it wouldn’t feel right, but Dawg, shit felt Gucci!

I thought that dick sucking was ‘ol boy’s talent, but Keon could throw that ass. I loved the way his ass cheeks rippled every time my dick pushed into him.

Then Keon said, “Yo, Nigga, let me ride that shit.”

My legs were starting to catch cramps, so I was happy to lay back and let him ride.

What? Could he ride nice dick? Nigga, is you black and high?  That mutha fucka was scrait up doing the eagle on my shit.  I was starting to question my sexuality: could another man really have me turned out like this; Was I gay or bi?  Then I realized that Keon had the mind and the mind and heart of a bitch, so it was easy for me to pleased by him sexually. I was pretty much fucking a female.

Nigga, I know he got a dick, but your ass know what I’m trying to say.”

I could feel my nut about to bust. Keon, all nimble as hell from doing yoga, sprang up off of my dick, grabbed it in his hands and jerked it until my jizz flew into his open mouth. That nigga swallowed it all.  I had to put a pillow over my mouth to keep myself from screaming and tipping every nigga on the hall of to the fact that I was doing some homo shit.  I had just been sucked and fucked like I hadn’t been sucked and fucked before and likely won’t ever be again, because my good word on my dead Grandma, I ain’t doing nothing like that again.

So, that’s what happened. I thought his ass would have kept it a secret.

What?! What you mean Keon ain’t told you nothing? How’d you know then, Nigga?

Man, that’s grimy as hell, you got me to tell you all that. Nigga, that shit ain’t funny. You better not tell nobody.

What do mean on one condition?

Ah shit, see nigga, I knew you had some shit with you. As long as I’ve known you, I knew you had some shit with you.   You played my ass good though, I’ll give it to you.

Grimy ass down low nigga, come here and suck my dick.  Goddamn! You almost suck dick as good as Keon. Damn, you got a soft ass too. You better not tell nobody about this shit.

I shoulda known better because Keon don’t even be hanging around with you football cats. Damn, I’m stupid. 

Oh well, at least I got some weed, head, and hopefully some good ass out the deal.

Keep sucking nigga. You better enjoy it because after tonight, I swear on my dead Grandma, I ain’t doing no more homo shit; that’s my good word.

The End

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