“The Sweetest Ass”
You ever seen some ass that just made you lose your mind? That’s exactly what happened to me when my little sister’s gay friend from school started hanging around our house. His name was Reece and he had the fattest ass I’d ever seen on anybody before. This little nigga put every female in Chicago to shame. He had the kind of ass that you had to look at whenever he walked by. I damn sure looked at it whenever he was at my house. I even noticed some of my homeboys looking at that fatty when they thought nobody was paying attention to them. I’d never fucked another dude before but Reece had me rethinking this whole straight thing.
“Hey Tek,” he said to me as I sat out on my steps smoking a blunt. “Is Zenobia home?”
“Nah,” I told him. “She walked to the store. She should be back in a lil’ bit.”
“Oh, okay.” He turned to leave, but I stood up.
“Hey, you can wait here until she get back.”
“You sure?”
“Hell yeah, I don’t mind. I need some company anyway. I’ve just been sittin’ here by myself.” I put the blunt in his face. “You smoke?”
“No.” He pulled out his phone and started texting someone.
“So, are you a senior like my sister or you in eleventh grade?”
“I’m a senior.”
“Okay. You like seventeen or somethin’?”
“I’m eighteen. Unlike Zenobia, I have a late birthday; October 9th.”
“Oh, so you just turned eighteen? Damn.”
“Yeah.” He finished texting and looked at me. “Zenobia told me you were really nice but I didn’t believe her.”
I laughed and asked, “Why not?”
“Because some of the dudes you hang around I’ve seen doin’ some bad shit.”
“Well, I ain’t like that. I’m not in any gangs and I don’t slang drugs. At least not anymore. I cut hair and make a good grip.”
“Damn, I should let you line me up every now and then.” He smiled and then put his attention back on his phone.
“You from here or did you move here?”
“I’m from here. Do you honestly think I’d be walking around these streets by myself if I didn’t know them?” He pulled a small semi-automatic pistol from his back pocket. “Besides, niggas know not to fuck with me.”
Now, I truly wasn’t expecting that. I hung outside all the time and even I didn’t carry a piece around. This little nigga was walking around with a fat ass and a burner. Real talk though, seeing him holding that gun made my dick hard. That shit was really turning me on. So I sat back down before he could see how stiff he’d got me in my sweatpants.
“You know how to use that thing?” I asked.
“Boy,” he replied with a laugh before removing the clip and slapping it back in and chambering the round. “I haven’t had to use it yet but I know what I’m doin’.”
I put my hands up and said, “Damn, okay shorty. It’s all good.” I looked at him as he put the gun back and then asked him, “How you get that burner?”
“This dude was sellin’ them a block away from my house. The serial number was already scratched off and he told me if I ever had to use it to make sure I clean my prints off it and toss it in a lake or river.”
“Good advice. As long as you not tryin’ to rob nobody with it.”
“Nah, never that. I gotta protect myself though.”
“True.”
He got a text and then rolled his eyes before saying, “Your sister just told me she’s hangin’ out with her man now and won’t be home until late tonight. I walked all the way over here for nothin’.” He got another message and sighed. “I better walk back before it gets dark.”
“My boy gonna be comin’ over in a couple of hours. He can give you a ride home.”
“Your boy? No thanks.”
“He not into any gang shit either, Reece. That’s my homeboy and he cool. He won’t even ask you for gas money. I promise.” I stood up again. “Come on, it’s gettin’ cold as fuck out here.”
He followed me up the steps and into my house. I’d already made it up in my mind that I was gonna fuck him, but I had no idea how I was going to go about getting him up to my room. My mama wasn’t gonna be coming home from work until early the next morning and Zenobia was gonna be out late so I had plenty of time to talk Reece into giving that plump booty up. I just had to be focused with it.
“You want somethin’ to drink?” I asked him.
“No thanks,” he replied while texting somebody back.
“Everything a’ight?”
“No. This stupid ass nigga from school is trippin’. I’m glad I came by here now instead of going straight to his place. Zenobia would’ve told me not to go anyway.” He sat down on one end of our sectional sofa and I sat on the other end.
Me (Tek)
“Damn, he your boyfriend or somethin’?”
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