My Cousin's Thug Friend

N.B Please note that this story contains very little use of Jamaica Patios, and expletives. 

“suck it!”, I wiped the sleep from my eyes, 

“put it in your mouth now!", he commanded yet again, standing beside me, with his erect 10 inch python, hot and leaking pointing directly to my face.

My surprise turned into willingness, and I lifted my hands to massage the treasure I’ve been waiting for, for two whole days to see again, only for my hands to be slapped away, “don't touch me, suck it!" his demanding voice rang again.

I didn’t need  a third telling, I simply laid down, and eased the tip of his dick between my lips. I licked the piss slit gently, almost sticking my tongue in. I slowly and gently bite his dick, softly sliding the head over my teeth, using my tongue to slide it from one corner to the next, this caused him emit a slight moan.

I slipped the entire head into my mouth,folding and flipping my tongue around the sensitive head, 

“oh, fuuucck!" he hissed between soft groans. I started sucking more and more of his snake into my mouth, and began building a rhythm. I bobbed my head back and forth, and with his pleasure moans getting uncontrollable I began applying more suction to his dick with every outward movement.

All this must've made him impatient, and so he presumed to lean over me, placing one knee above my head, and firmly secured my head in between both hands, and proceeded to push his dick deeper down my throat.This felt exhilarating, the way he fucked into my mouth, hard and determined, it was as if he was fucking  pussy.  He moaned louder with each stroke, fucking deeper into me, he'd shudder when I moan, feeling the vibrations, did something to him, so I’d moan even more.

In my moment of oral abuse, I realized that I wanted this kind of treatment, I had totally come to terms with wanting him to do this to me again, to breed my bussy and fuck my throat, with such exploration and determination, to be his bitch, his whore, his everything,  his anything, in this moment I could care less where I stood, I wanted this thug, to abuse me, to need me.

 “Yow! I’m bout to bust" he stuttered almost drifting off between words.

“I’m gonna cum” So I reached around and took hold of his muscular ass, and pulled him deeper in the back of my throat, 

“Bloodclaaat! Yooooww!! Fuuuck!” He was shouting loudly while thick warm ropes of cum, filled my mouth, and flowed down his throbbing meat, and eventually onto my bed. His knees soon gave way, and he fell on the floor, still spazzing from his eruption. You'd think this man would loose his erection after such release but his cock was still rock hard, and my need to grant pleasure his love-tool took over, I slowly descended off the bed and got on my knees again.

He never resisted, he simply sat up leaning his back against my door and accepted the pleasure, but he wanted to be the boss, so be had me lay flat on my back and proceeded to position his body for a 69 sucking. His dick was positioned to fuck my throat directly, and that he did. He gyrated his hips, and fucked my throat rigorously, he moaned passionately while drilling into my throat, telling me to take it, while giving my mouth a real screwing.

After about 5 minutes of my struggle for air, his pace increased and his dick began to swell. He screamed out as he yet again released rope of his cum nectar, deep inside my larynx, washing my vocal chords and bleeding my tonsils. As he removed his now deflating monster from my mouth, he exhaled, and sat up against the door. I laid still, expecting again to be hit, but all he did was sat there, silent, for 5 minutes, then he got up readjusted himself then left my room.
I’ve always noticed Devonté, never enough to be noticed by him. But I’ve always checked him out, to be honest I’ve had a little crush on him since we first met. He was nice, though thug, he was nice. My cousin and I were never close, so automatically his friends would not be my friends, but Devonté, has been constant, he's always hanging around, which now makes me wonder if he was checking me out too. I’d notice lingering stares, and even catch him looking, all of this I never paid much attention, simply because, I always assume people to be straight first until proven homo or otherwise.

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Our First Talk

Devonté started coming around more, no, not to me, But he would come around my cousin more often  than usual. He also started becoming obvious, making glances, biting his lips, licking his lips, holding or grabbing his crotch – as all thugs do.

Was this his way of showing his growing interest? Was this his way of claiming his prey? Either way he still wouldn’t approach me, still wouldn’t call to me, still wouldn't acknowledge me, and it was starting to get to me. Surely, I know he’s a thug, and maybe he's straight, or gay – I don't know, Ugh! My head hurts, but he seems interested, so why not pursue? Or was I just a little experiment?

About a week later I woke up from one of my regular evening naps to the creaking of my door. Startled, I quickly sat up seeing that a man has entered my room. With his back to me I got up from my bed, and rushed to him. He yelped in shock and quickly turned around, and pushed me up against the wall, holding my neck yet again.

“Let me go!”I exclaimed loud enough to emote my pent up anger towards him. grabbing hold of the hand that held me in place, and shoving it away form me.

“what the fuck are you sneaking in here for" I barely whispered.

His eyes shot open and shock and confusion was all I saw, his eyebrows curled and then he spoke,

"what did I do?" 

"You fucked me!"; I whispered almost in silent scream, he looked even more confused, "and then avoided me for 2 weeks, you acted as if I didn't exist to you, you walk pass me to and fro and didn't even acknowledge my presence" I continued each word cutting like a sword as my anger and conflictions took charge.

"so what you want me to do?!" he genuinely queried. I was shocked by this, I thought he would respond with some level of anger, but he seemed calm, almost understanding.

I was dumb-founded, I simply turned away my head and was in my own conflicting thoughts. I didn't know what I wanted form him, or even knew if I would be able to carry a conversation with him. What is it that I truly wanted from him?

Chapter 3"A Start......maybe"

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