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Heya, feral-kin! Just a reminder that even if I'm in somewhat of a digital chokehold I haven't forgotten my lovely feral boy, and his AU. Or his comic story.

So Homeboy and me been playing this chase me chase me game for years and every time we set to hookup, one of us go to jail or prison. Well, last week walking into PO office run into the yoaked muffukka with a new neck tat walking out of PO office.

Didn't even recognize homie until he calls my name. Fuck....First Day Out Dick. Good stuff before they get all sucked up again. Fine ass limited time only snack.

Homeboy now got me sweating more than a PO office in a air fryer.

He wants me to come down to His shop late night to kick it. His side chick gonna be with her husband He says. Which is good cause that bitch and me gonna throw down one day. Anyway, His shop deep in the hard real deal hood in the city where your truck alarm is a pit and a glock. I'm in the deep country, off grid hillbilly land a hard hour and 45 minutes away. 2 hours after a stop at Ghetto Burrito just cause its a long ass drive and ya boy get hungry.

So of course I dropped every fucking thing just to drop my pants at his shop and get me some of this Gangbangin Donkey Debaunchery. Dude is that fine and that hung. This like lifetime achievement dick.

We party a bit. His pants sag a bit lower until finally falling off. mine are next and before you know it clothes are tossed all the fuck everywhere. And we gettin it. Loudly. One part fuck one part MMA cage match and I've done gone to heaven. Or hell....

Because 5 min in, neither of us realized his side chick had come in, taken my pants and boots and then locked herself in the shop office, watching it all unfold in the window between shop and office.

Then bitch hit the 'OPEN' button on the 12' shop door that opens right up to a very active hood. We're talking hoes, dudes slangin, zombie muffukkas, gangsters....the whole real ass deal at 2am.

Long story short is I had to run out that open shop door and down the fucking street naked with only (thankfully) my phone and the electronic bracelet that opens/starts/gets me the fuck out of there truck.

Well, wasn't fully naked. I had my socks on. And ankle monitor so we blending and diving into truck and Fresno The Dog giving me that 'Really, This Again?' look just made it better. There is no scorn more powerful than a pitbull disappointed in your general character.

Then the phone rings....Its Dude. I'm like 'yeah?' And he says - no shit - "Do you think you can hook me up with a zip?"

Fuck Me.

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