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           Before I moved to Atlanta where I currently live, I lived in Chicago with my two identical twin cousins who were my age. I’d been through so much with them going all the way back to when their mama, my paternal aunt, took me in at age sixteen when my stepdad forced my mama to throw me out for being gay. Well, he’d actually persuaded her after I told her about him giving me money in exchange for sexual favors when she kept asking me where I was getting my money from. She wanted to believe what she wanted to believe and I ended up outside on a cold winter night with my clothes scattered around the front yard. My former stepdad was the first transparent homophobe I encountered in my life.

           So, by the year 2012, I was living with my two cousins Leila and Laila in a three-bedroom house in a somewhat decent neighborhood. They worked at a processing factory and I did hair at a salon. The three of us were always extremely close, even when we were little kids. We were so close that instead of going by my actual name, Tyreese, I went by a shortened version of my middle name because it began with an L like my cousins’ names. My middle name is Levion but I told everyone to call me Levi. My cousins and I stayed out of drama and we were known for that. However, staying out of drama doesn’t necessarily mean drama won’t somehow find its way to you.

                                                    Me (Levi)

           “Hey,” I called out as I entered the kitchen side door. “I went ahead and picked up the groceries so y’all wouldn’t have to after your shifts. Wal-Mart had everything in stock tonight.”

           “Thank you so much, cuz,” Laila said while entering the kitchen. “I’ll help you carry the stuff in.”

           “Where’s Leila?” I asked while sitting down a few bags on the kitchen counter.

           “Upstairs with Shawn.”

           “Please tell me he came alone.”

           “Nope. KD’s cute ass is in the living room.”

           “Ugh, cute? Bitch where?”

           “I know he’s trash and shit, but you can’t deny that he’s fine as fuck, Levi.”

           “Fuck that lame ass nigga. For real. Come on, let’s get the groceries out of my car.” We went out to my car and grabbed the rest of the groceries and brought them inside. After putting them away, I asked Laila, “Do you think your sister is done getting her back blown out? Because I need to go upstairs and use the bathroom.”

           Laila laughed and said, “I think they’re just talking.”

           “Good because I have to take a piss and I don’t wanna hear nasty sex sounds.” I left the kitchen and braced myself for a stupid side comment from KD but he wasn’t in the living room like Laila had told me he was. Thinking he’d stepped out the front door, I headed upstairs and into the bathroom to see he was in there looking at himself in the mirror with his shirt lifted up.

                                                       KD

           “Man, get yo faggot ass outta here,” he snapped while pulling his shirt down.

           Asa Nichols drank from his glass of single malt Scotch while listening to a speech by his soon-to-be stepbrother, Ellis. Their parents, longtime business partners, were finally announcing their engagement to the public and Ellis was explaining to the company shareholders how the upcoming marriage would only strengthen the value of ApexCloud, the family business. It was the fifth anniversary of the death of Asa’s father, yet he was there at the Wise estate to celebrate his mother’s engagement to the man who founded ApexCloud with his late father.

           While Asa was a midlevel marketing exec for the company, Ellis was the head of public relations and the company’s spokesman. The company had been going through recent troubles and was under investigation for a number of criminal and ethics violations. With his natural ability to charm and mesmerize anyone he spoke to, Ellis easily answered questions from some shareholders and evaded questions from others. It wasn’t long before he was making his way around the room to converse with the guests and further calm any worries the shareholders may have had.

           “You are something else, man,” Asa said the moment Ellis stepped out onto the balcony.

           “You’ve been saying that about me for years,” said Ellis with a smirk. “I thought you were gonna skip this shindig tonight?”

           “And miss watching my best friend work the room like only he could? Man, whatever that shit is you use on people, they don’t teach it at Harvard.”

           “It’s all about knowing what people want to hear and phrasing it in a way that’s most palatable to them.”

           Asa leaned against the railing and stared into Ellis’ eyes before asking, “You still hate it, don’t you?”

                                                    Asa Nichols

           Ellis nodded and then asked back, “And you?”

           “You know it, man. You know it.”

           Although they were polar opposites when it came to everything from personality to sexuality, Asa and Ellis truly were best friends. Their fathers had been best friends since high school, so the two were raised together. Neither of them had siblings; therefore, their relationship resembled one of brothers at times. However, there had been an unsaid tension between them ever since the night of their senior prom. It had been nearly ten years since that night, yet the tension was there whenever they were around one another. The only thing that kept them from addressing the tension was the ambiguity of its source.

           “We can wait it out in here until everyone is gone,” Ellis said while leading Asa into his father’s entertainment suite.

                                                     Ellis Wise

Disclaimer: These stories are purely fictitious and the events and scenarios are as well. I try to touch on some real, meaningful experiences of Greek Life but the sex in these stories are based on fantasy with some realistic scenarios involving Fraternity Life for context. Make of that what you will. I don’t own the photos and videos featured on this story and I do not represent any official fraternal entities in any official capacity.

This story serves as a follow up to a previous story, Pulling Fresh Meat! Make sure you check that out before proceeding!

I was so happy that it was finally Friday! This week had been a long one, and it marked one of my last weeks of freedom before the Fall semester began. Between working as a freshman orientation leader and serving as the Vice President for the Black Student Alliance on campus, I was always busy. It hadn’t been much of a break to be honest. The one thing that made this summer bearable was that I had an unofficial standing ‘dick appointment’ Friday evenings. I only had a few hours to get all cleaned out. As I walked through Walmart searching for the aisle where they kept the enemas, I thought about how I’d chartered new territory with Torrance this summer. Torrance was the President of Omega Psi Phi Fraternity Incorporated on our campus and he was a known ‘hoe’ around the campus. Torrance was a sexy redbone nigga with tattoos, a nice body, charm and dick for days so I could see why he got so much action on campus. He often had women fighting over him, ranging from his actual girlfriend Olivia (the President of the Black Student Alliance) and a bunch of other women that claimed that they’d had a piece of him. Seeing these women fight over him made me laugh, because they were so focused on being his ‘only’ woman, that they never realized that he already had a ‘one and only’ – I was the one and only man that was getting that dick.

Tremonte ‘Tre’ Jordan (Me)

It’d taken some work on my part, but I’d befriended him during my first semester on campus after meeting on Jackd. I initially had no idea that I was talking to him but when I assured him that I was also on the DL, he revealed his identity to me and I was shocked. I’d seen him around (since I was a freshman volunteer for the Black Student Alliance at the time) so we kind of clicked and we began to hang out in private. For the next few weeks, we hung behind closed doors and got to know each other. I’d been flirting with him in most of our conversations and one night, he finally took the bait.

Torrance Brown

We ended up hooking up on a deserted part of campus where a dorm was being renovated – I found myself kneeling before him on the hard pavement as I sucked his dick with fervor. I’d looked forward to having the opportunity to see what all the hype was about, and Torrance didn’t disappoint – he coated my tongue with his thick, creamy nut and as I swallowed his load, I thought to myself “I’m going to need this again soon.” When he allowed me to kiss him afterwards, I knew I had him.

That was ten months ago – we’d been hooking up on and off since then, having gradually begun fucking when we both were selected to be Freshman Orientation Leaders. Our situation worked because I was a lowly freshman when we met – he felt confident that I wasn’t trying to ‘out’ him, and truthfully, I wasn’t. I was just looking for good dick and I was receiving it.  Every Friday night, he made it a point to drop by my apartment and get a quick fuck in before his girlfriend Olivia left her shift at her job.

Speaking of the devil, as I walked into the self-check-out area with my cart of full items (concealing my enema), a girl with a poorly blended sew-in weave greeted me.

“Good evening! Self-Check-Out Station #1 is available!” I recognized that voice and I laughed to myself as I looked up.

“Olivia, how are you?” I said as I smiled and pushed my cart past her. Olivia was grinning ear to ears. She looked rough, but she seemed like she was in great spirits. I was SO confused.

“I’m great, how are you?” She said as she continued ushering customers to the available check out stations. I felt so bad, purchasing an enema so I could ride her man’s dick…but I also hated that I’d even come here tonight. I typically avoided coming here on Fridays to avoid the slight feeling of guilt that I encountered whenever I saw her.

“I’m good, just getting some necessities.” I said, facing the check-out station as I felt her looking at me. Olivia was a sweet heart, but she was also crazy. I’d seen her fight bitches over Torrance and I only thought to myself what she would do to me if she knew that I, one of her casual acquaintances was riding her man’s dick.

Olivia continued to point to available check-out gates as she replied. “I hear that! I just got in not too long ago so I’m just working, gonna be here until 2AM. You know I stay working!” she said as she tried to remain positive. I played dumb, although I already knew her second/third-shift schedule. My dick appointments were scheduled around her schedule. Poor girl.

“I hear that…you’re securing your bag!” I said as I finally scanned my enema discreetly. I inserted my card and paid for my items as I gathered all of my bags and placed them into my cart.

“Aw, thank you Tremonte! The bag may be smaller this check though. I’m exhausted, I may leave work early today.” Olivia said, letting out a yawn. “Why would you do that? Your bills must be paid up to date if you’re willing to cut your hours short….” I said, trying to not sound disappointed. I needed this girl to work her entire shift, so she wouldn’t interrupt my time with her boyfriend. “No, I need the hours but I’m tired. I’m sure someone will need someone to cover them over the weekend, so I’ll get the hours back. Plus, I want to lay up with my man tonight, I’m always working long hours every Friday night. Only God knows what Torrance been spending his Friday nights doing.” Olivia said, instantly making me uncomfortable.

“Of course. Well, let me get out of here! I’ll catch you later.” I said as I began to push my cart towards the exit.

“Of course! You have a good day!” Olivia said as she focused her attention on other customers. I quickly took that as my queue to leave, not wanting to endure another second of dialogue with her. I quickly left the Walmart and pushed my cart to my car, where I threw everything in my backseat.   I got back in my car and turned up my music. As soon as I’d reversed my car and began to leave the parking lot, my phone began to ring on my car’s speakers. I looked at the caller ID and I instantly answered it when I saw Torrance’s name. “Hey, what’s up daddy?” I said jokingly as I began to drive.

“Yo, what the fuck did I tell you about calling me that?” Torrance shouted into the phone. I called him daddy knowing he’d feel a way, but I gotta admit it – I enjoyed pushing his buttons.

“Chill, ain’t nobody around me, I’m in my car by myself.” I said, hoping to calm him the fuck down.

“Oh, damn…my bad. You know I ain’t with that ‘daddy’ shit though.” Torrance said.

“Whatever Torrance, you only have issues with it when you’re not fucking me. When you’re up in this ass, you don’t seem to have an issue with me creaming ‘daddy’.” I joked. I knew I was pushing it, but Torrance was hooked on me. As much as he tried to deny it, he always hit me up and he was always trying to get down.

“Man, you gotta shut that shit up, you keep making it more complicated than it has to be. We just fucking, nothing more and nothing less. Just let things be how they are, or we can stop this shit right now.” He whispered through what seemed like clenched teeth. I could tell that I was annoying him.

“Yeah, whatever Torrance. Anyways, I saw your little girlfriend at Walmart. Her weave was busted” I said as I turned onto the street where my apartment was located. Torrance laughed to himself.

“Yeah, I noticed. I fucked her hard before she went to work so she didn’t have time to fix her hair.” Torrance confidently said as I entered my apartment complex’s parking lot.

“Ah, so she had that good dick glow?” I asked him.

“Yeah, she sure the fuck did.” Torrance said confidently.

“Man, whatever. If that good dick glow that you speak of leaves your sex partners looking like struggle, I don’t want any parts of it.” I said as I smiled. For someone that was a serial fuckboy, Torrance had a TON of charm. “I’m trying to give you that good dick glow too if you’re down.” Torrance said, flirting with me. I knew Torrance well enough that this was his own special way of saying that he wanted to fuck. As annoyed as I was that he couldn’t just ask me for some ass, I appreciated the sentiment. If his ego required him to act as if he were doing me a favor by fucking me, I could allow it. The dick was that good.

“I don’t know, Torrance. I don’t really feel like getting fucked tonight…” I said, feigning disinterest.

“Nigga, you a goddamn lie! You know you want me to come through and make sure your pipes are all cleaned.” Torrance jokes, switching to making poorly executed plumbing puns. I decided to entertain it.

“You trying to make sure my pipes are clean? If anything, you’re trying to clog my pipes with all that dick that you got.” I said. Torrance immediately laughed.

“Okay, but you always want MY pipe up in you, so why are you acting shy today?” he rebutted. I laughed.

“Man, Torrance you’re a mess. Give me an hour and a half and slide through.” I said, laughing to myself as I could feel him smiling on the other end of the phone.

“Bet. I’ll see you soon, shorty.” Torrance said.

“See you soon, daddy.” I said as he hung up the call. I quickly hopped out of my car, grabbed everything from my backseat and I practically ran to my apartment. I only had but so much time to get all cleaned out.

Before I knew it, it was 7PM and my ass was as clean as a whistle. I walked through my clean apartment, making sure nothing was out of place. Everything seemed clean, as I liked it whenever I had men come over. I returned to my bedroom to get dressed. As I put on a pair of Black underwear that fit me just right.

I heard a specific set of knocks on my apartment door – I knew that Torrance was waiting for me to let him in. (It was his idea to have a distinct knock, so I would know to expect him.)

I quickly grabbed some cologne off of my dresser and sprayed a bit of it on my chest and neck. I then grabbed my lube and condoms (Trojans for Torrance) and I went into my living room. I placed the condom and lube on my coffee table as I heard Torrance’s special knock on my door.

Not wanting to keep him waiting any longer, I walked over to the door and I opened it, quickly ushering him in before anyone could see him. Without warning, Torrance flipped me around, so I was facing him, and he pulled me in for a kiss! His tongue fought its way into my mouth as his hands found a place on my ass.

I moaned as our lips smashed against each other. I loved that Torrance really wasn’t with the small talk – he typically came over, ready to fuck and we usually got right to it. I fumbled with the drawstring of his sweatpants (trying to get him naked) as I tried to nudge him towards my bedroom. Torrance pulled his face back, separating out lips for a moment.

“You trying to get my dick wet first?” Torrance said, gripping his bulge in his grey sweatpants. Knowing that this was as ‘poetic’ as he got, I obliged.

Torrance sat on my couch and I sank to my knees and I pulled his sweatpants down to his knees. His dick flopped out and stood tall. His dick was at least 9 ½ inches long and thick. I grabbed his dick with my right hand and not wasting any time, I brought my lips to the tip of his dick, licking around the head then engulfing the entire head, in my mouth.

“Oh shit, suck my dick just like that!” Torrance moaned as I went deeper on his dick and felt it hit the back my throat. I smiled on the inside as I felt Torrance’s knees bucking as I kneeled between his legs, giving him the best head. I was pretty sure that I’d ruined his perception of Olivia’s head game with mine. Torrance was always amazed that I could deep throat his dick. It took a special throat to be able to relax enough for a dick like his. MY throat was special.

He continued moaning as I sucked him hard and good, working my throat around his thick dick. He grabbed my head and forced my head all the way down the length of his dick. I gagged, wanting him to feel like he was controlling things, but I wasn’t affected in the slighted.

“That’s it nigga, suck this dick.” He moaned, throwing his head backwards. I sucked on it for a few more minutes before removing my mouth from it. He looked down, disappointed that I’d stopped.

“Why’d you stop?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Because I want some dick. I know we got time, but I want some dick, Torrance.” I said, standing up.

” Actually, we don’t have a lot of time. I gotta get up out of here soon, Olivia let me know that she was getting off work at 8PM and she needs me to pick her u [p.” Torrance said as his dick bobbed in the air.

FUCK. I thought back to how Olivia had mentioned possibly getting off work early when I saw her at Walmart earlier. I was pissed. I looked at my clock and it was already 7:20PM. Damn, we really didn’t much time.

“Damn, you didn’t think that this was something that you should tell me?” I said, getting annoyed. Torrance rolled his eyes and replied with a slight attitude.

“I’m telling you now. We can either fuck or not, it’s on you.” He said, staring at me with a raised eyebrow. I was so annoyed, but he was right.

“Fine, let’s take this shit to the bedroom.” I said, turning to walk towards it. Torrance grabbed my hand and stopped me in my tracks.

“Fuck that bedroom nigga, let’s do this shit right here! I need to get up in that ass as soon as possible.” Torrance said, standing up and turning me around. He quickly stole another kiss before lifting his Omega shirt over his head, revealing his tattoo covered chest. I was annoyed that my dick appointment was going to be a quick one, but Torrance wasn’t my man, so I couldn’t trip. As he continued to get undressed, I followed his queue – I stepped out of my underwear, now standing before Torrance completely nude.

The two of us began to move quickly as we didn’t have much time.  Without words, I crawled up on my couch and Torrance followed suit, kneeling behind me on the carpeted floor. His hands slowly went up to my ass, feeling and grabbing it. I could feel him staring at my ass. I pushed my ass back towards him, wanting him to get this shit started. Torrance got closer to me and with the palm of both hands, he finally spread my ass. I could feel his warm breath on my asshole. I could feel my dick starting to get hard as I began to grind against my couch, anticipating Torrance to do more.

I rested my head on the back of my couch as I felt Torrance begin to softly run his tongue against my asshole. I moaned as he lightly slapped my ass and unexpectedly, I felt a finger probing my ass hole alongside his tongue. I began to push my ass back at him, wanting more than his tongue or a finger.

“Torrance, you said we don’t have a lot of time, I love that tongue, but I need that dick!” I fake whined, trying to get him to really get things popping. If he were going to leave me to lay up with his girlfriend, he was going to do so only after fucking me.

“Ah, you want that good dick glow?” I got you, Tre.” He replied as I felt him remove his finger and rub his hands down my hips and. I felt him stand up behind me, so I looked over my shoulder. I could see him reaching for the condom and lube that I’d set on the coffee table and in less than a minute, he had the condom on. He was lathering hid dick with lube before handing it to me, so I could place some on my asshole. 

As soon as we were both lubed up, it was on. Torrance pulled my hips back slightly, lining up his rock-hard dick with my ass.

Feeling his dick was surreal - it was rock-hard, and I could feel his hands rubbing all over my ass cheeks. I don’t know what it was, but Torrance had admitted that I had an effect on him. Before me, he’d never considered fucking around with other men. I felt proud, having effectively turned him out. He’d never admit it to me, but I knew he was hooked.

I came out of my own thoughts as I could feel his dick trying to search for my opening, trying to pry me open. As the tip of his dick finally made contact with my hole, I felt his hot wet tongue licking my ear. Fuck, that was my spot! I turned my head, grabbed his head with my right hand and I began forcefully kissing him. Torrance’s dick began to sink into me as we made out.

Our bodies pressed together as Torrance began to pump his dick in and out of me. I continued trying to kiss him as he began to feed me the length of his entire dick. It’d only been a few minutes, but before I knew it the both of us were dripping in sweat all over my leather couch.

Torrance dug his nails into my hips as he began to truly get into the fuck. We finally broke our kiss (as my neck was hurting) and he said, “You missed this dick nigga?”

I moaned (as his dick hit my spot) and said, “I get this dick weekly, how can I ever miss it?” Torrance ignored me, still grinding his body up against me.

“Keep talking that shit and I’m going to cut you off!” Torrance said, slapping my ass and stroking me even harder. I loved that he thought that he was in control of our arrangement! Little did he know, he was only in my apartment fucking me because I’d turned HIM out. His denial was cute.

I began to throw my ass back into his lap, meeting his thrusts as I replied “Nigga, keep threatening me and I’ll cut YOU off.” I said as he tried to regain control of our fuck. Not wanting to concede, I began to throw my back into his crotch even harder, tightening my hole with each stroke. I could feel him shudder each time I tightened my hole. I knew that he was approaching his orgasm.

“Fuck Tre, you tight and wet as fuck!” Torrance yelled as I felt his pubes scratch up against my ass. I felt his dick penetrating as deep as he could, signaling that he was indeed controlling our fuck again. I simply leaned over the couch as he began to literally ram his dick into my depths. I couldn’t keep up anymore – Torrance was putting it down on me!

“Fuck, keep doing that shit!” I moaned as I pushed my ass back at him.

Torrance didn’t reply, he just continued to throw his dick deep into me. At this point, I was panting, moaning and gasping for air as Torrance fucked me hard and deep. I hated to admit it, but now I could see why bitches were ready and willing to fight for him – Torrance had a weapon of sex between his legs and he made people fall in love with his dick. I refused to fall in love with him because he was a hoe (and he was convinced that he was straight), but I was determined to continue getting this dick at my convenience.

I felt Torrance’s stroke begin to increase and before I knew it, he sank his nails into my hips one last time. I felt his dick expand before he yelled “Tre, I’m about to cum!”

I simply moaned as Torrance exploded deep inside of the condom. I could feel each shot of his orgasm shoot into the condom. I moaned as he continued pumping his nut into the condom, filling it to the brim. For a few moments, I rested on the top of the couch as he lay behind me with his face buried into my neck. His hands were still wrapped around my waist as he caught his breath. The two of us were covered in sweat as we came down from our sex high.

After a few minutes, he climbed off of me and I turned around and sat back on the couch as Torrance began to pick up his clothes from the floor. As I sat on the couch, I couldn’t help but feel good. Yeah, it wasn’t the sex marathon that I was used to, but Torrance still managed to dick me down. I looked over to the clock and it was only 7:42PM…in 22 minutes, he’d given me that good dick. Not bad,

“I got you glowing over there, don’t I? I told you my dick was good!” Torrance said, bringing me out of my train of thought.

I smiled as I tried to play it off. “Man, whatever. So, are you going to go pick up Olivia like that?” I asked as I watched him pull his shirt over his head (still naked from the waist down.

“What do you mean?” he asked, stopping in his tracks.

“Torrance, you smell like sex. You think your girl won’t question that?” I asked him.

“Well, I fucked her right before she went to work.” Torrance said with a sheepish smile.

“Yeah, but you smell like FRESH sex right now. Just pick her up a bit late and take a quick shower before you leave. If you go pick her up now, she’ll kill you and then I won’t ever get that dick again.” I said, trying to help him out. I knew that Olivia was crazy over him, so it wasn’t smart for him to go pick her up smelling like dick and ass.

“Yeah…you right.” Torrance said, removing his shirt and running towards the bathroom.

I contemplated joining him in the shower, but I knew that would only make him even more late for picking Olivia up and I didn’t need to have that on my conscience. I’d already turned her nigga out, I didn’t want that on my conscience.

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           I remember a time when I enjoyed doing a photoshoot with Jamal. We’d smile and have fun while the photographer snapped shots of us and the mood would be so genuine. After the photoshoot, we’d go back home and have sex like two wild animals. Hell, there were times where we couldn’t even make it home and we’d have to get it on in the back of his Chevrolet Tahoe. I truly missed those moments. Now, five years into our relationship, I constantly found myself wondering if being with him was still worth it.

           “Turn your head toward me,” the photographer directed as he got in position to take another shot.

           I turned my head towards him while facing the wall and he snapped a few shots of me. When I looked up and saw the way Jamal was watching me from across the room, a shiver ran up my spine. I could tell he was still angry because of the argument we had the night before. He hadn’t said a word to me that morning but every time he stared at me; I could feel his anger. When the time came for him to join me, he finally spoke to me.

           “I wanna do a separate shoot, Corey,” he told me as he took his shirt off. “I’m not really in the mood to do that lame ass couple shit.”

           “Lame ass couple shit?” I asked. “You really are on some other shit today. We’re supposed to send in solo pics and pics of us together. They’re not gonna pick us for the ad if we don’t.”

           “So?”

           “Jamal…”

           “Can you go the fuck on already? You’re done.”

           “This little pissy attitude of yours is really getting old. I can’t believe you’re this mad because I used the last bit of laundry detergent last night. It is not that damn serious. All you had to do was take your ass down to the store and buy some more.”

                                           Me (Corey McMillan)

           “It ain’t even about that.”

           “Oh, what the fuck ever, Jamal. I’ve had it with you picking petty shit to argue with me over. And I’m tired of defending your stank ass attitude whenever my friends are visiting.”

           “Fuck your bitch ass friends. All they do is talk shit and eat my food and junk up my apartment.”

           “Your apartment?!”

           “Yes! I pay most of the bills up in that mothafucka! You’ve had it with me, huh? I’ve been had it with your sorry ass! Now get the fuck out my way!” He pushed me out of the way so that he could begin his session with the photographer.

                                               Jamal Grant

           When my roommate Kelly asked me if it was okay if her brother came to stay with us for a while, I was a little hesitant to say yes. I’d been best friends with Kelly for nearly seven years but I didn’t know her brother, Antonio. She kept saying he had nowhere else to go after his girlfriend put him out and she didn’t want him falling back in with a bad crowd down in Baltimore, so I caved in and said it was okay. I felt like kicking myself for saying yes because he turned out to be fine as hell and there wasn’t a damn thing I could do with him since he was straight. Him being straight didn’t stop me from looking at his fine ass though. Still, him living with us did come with a few downsides.

           “CJ, he’s not gonna say anything,” I said over the phone to a paranoid DL guy I’d been trying to get some dick from for a week. “He’s just my roommate’s brother.”

           “Nah, I’m not cool with that, Trent,” he said back to me. “You told me your roommate was out of town. If it was just gonna be me and you in the apartment…”

           “What if I get him to go for a drive or something?”

           “He’ll do that?”

           “He might if I ask.”

           He sighed and said, “I don’t know.”

           “Baby, I already cleaned everything because you said you were gonna come through. I know you want some ass.”

           “I do but I don’t want some other nigga listenin’ and shit. I wish you would’ve told me before I took a shower and got ready to come over there.”

           “If I can get him to leave for a while, will you still come through?” He was quiet for a while so I added, “All I got on is a shirt and a pair of briefs. My ass looks nice as fuck in them, too.”

           “I’ll come through and let you sit that fat ass on my face if you can get that nigga to bounce for an hour or two.”

           “Alright, bet.” I ended the call and gave myself a quick look in the mirror before leaving my bathroom to go tell Antonio I needed the place to myself.

                                                  Me (Trent)