TRINIMAN59

           Finals were coming up and I was stressed beyond my comfort level, so there was only one thing I wanted to do: smoke weed. I’d smoked a little during high school but once I got to college I became a certified stoner. I smoked whenever I could and I really got my smoke on whenever I was stressed out. So when I couldn’t take the stress anymore, I headed over to my dealer TC’s place. The only problem was I didn’t have any fucking money and I’d hit already hit him up for weed three times with delayed payment, the maximum that he allowed. I knew while I was on the bus heading to the downtown area that he wasn’t gonna let me smoke without payment upfront anymore, but I was desperate. Besides, he was the only weed dealer I knew in the area.

           “Nah bruh,” he said to me as he took sips from a small bottled water. “You know I only let niggas slide three times. After that, you gotta have my money. You know the rules, C.”

           “Come on, TC,” I pleaded while leaning on the porch rails. “Each time I get some without payin’ you upfront, I always have that money within two the three days. Besides, you know where to find me if I fuck up. And I ain’t never fucked up, TC.”

           “True but rules is rules, my nigga.”

           “Let me holla at one of your boys then. They sell weed too, right?”

                                          Me (Caiden)

           “Nigga, is you insane? They don’t sell no fuckin’ weed. If you lookin’ for some rock or some other crazy shit then you hit them up. And yo money gotta be ready because they ain’t like me. They’ll fuck yo lil’ college ass up.” He gave me a look and then shook his head. “Nigga, come on. My babymama be ridin’ through around this time and I can’t let that ho catch me out here. She’ll be beggin’ me for money and shit.”

           He stepped into the house and I followed. I’d only been in the house he shared with his six homeboys a few times. You would never be able to tell that they sold drugs out of that house because of how clean it looked and smelled. I could hear some of his homeboys upstairs arguing about something, so I made sure I stood close by the door just in case some wild shit popped off.

           “I can’t let you slide, Caiden,” he said as he sat down on the sofa and started rolling a blunt in my face. “I let you slide and then the next thing I know, every nigga comin’ up here thinkin’ I’ma let them slide.”

           “You been knowin’ me since my freshman year, dude.”

           “And?”

           “How about this, I bring you some shit that can be used as collateral. I got a PlayStation 4 and a MacBook that’s…”

           He laughed and shook his head before saying, “I don’t want your shit. I got my own shit, boy. If you want some weed then you’re gonna have to think outside the box.”

           When he said that, I had no idea what he meant at that time. I sat down beside him on the sofa and asked, “What do I gotta do? Like I said, you know where I be. You can get to me anytime you want so if I don’t have your money by at least three days, you and your homies can jump me. I need some fuckin’ weed, bruh.”

                                               TC

           He laughed again and said, “Nigga, calm yo stressed out ass down.”

           “I’m sorry but you got a fat ass blunt in my face right now and a bunch of twenties on the arm of this chair. It ain’t like other niggas ain’t payin’ you.”

           “Yeah but it’s the principle, nigga. Like I told you, I can’t let no niggas slide.”

           “TC, I’m willin’ to do anything.”

           “Like what, bring some bitch over here for me to fuck?”

           “I can do that. There’s hella white bitches in my building that will let you fuck the shit outta them, for real.”

           He laughed and held his sides. “Nigga, you is a trip. Man, I don’t want them snowflake bitches. I get pussy whenever the fuck I want it. What I don’t get often is a chance to prove my dominance.”

           “What do you mean?”

           “Listen, you said you was willin’ to do anything, right?”

           “Yeah.”

           “Okay, cool. I got somethin’ for you to do.”

           “Name it, bruh. I got you.”

           “You got me?”

           “Yeah.”

           “I’m for real, C. You gotta do this shit if you want some weed. I’ll give you two dime bags and you won’t even have to pay for them now or in three days. Them shits will be free.”

           “Bruh, I got you. Anything.”

           “Cool. Be back here tonight.”

           “Tonight?”

           “Yeah, tonight at nine. And text me when you get here.”

           “Okay. Thanks bruh, I knew you’d hold me down.” I gave him some dap. “You ain’t fuckin’ with me, are you?”

           “Bruh, you got my word.”

           “That’s wassup. I’ll be here.”

           “Ready to do whateva?”

           “You got it.”

           “A’ight, now get yo book smart ass outta here before you miss a class or some shit.” He laughed and shoved me off the sofa.

           I walked back outside and as I was opening the gate to leave the front yard, a black Honda Civic pulled up and the driver rolled down the passenger side window. It was a sexy dark skinned chick with long braids and big titties. She looked at me and asked, “Is TC in there?”

           “Nah,” I lied. “I was just lookin’ for him myself.”

           “Oh okay. Thank you, cutie.”

           “No problem, ma.” I waited until she rolled her window up and drove off before I said, “With yo fine ass. Damn.”

           I stuffed my hands in my hoodie pockets and started walking all the way back to campus since the bus wasn’t gonna come back through for a couple of hours. I had weed on my mind. It was on my mind so much that I didn’t once think about what I’d have to do to get them two dime bags from TC. Looking back, I should’ve just found a better way to beat the urge.

           When I finally made it to the house that night, I texted TC to tell him I was there. He quickly texted back telling me to come inside. I didn’t feel too comfortable just walking up in their house like that but I wasn’t even thinking by that point. I just wanted to get high. So I walked into the dark house and closed the door. I had to use my phone light to make my way through the living room. He hit me up again, telling me to come upstairs and step into the last room on the right. I hit the stairs as fast as I could and hurried to the door. Finally, my senses kicked in and I was hesitant to walk into the room. I texted him asking what next and he quickly replied with a text that read, “Come inside nigga. WTF!” I took a deep breath before twisting the doorknob and opening the door. I stepped into the dimly lit room—only being partially lit by his laptop light—and gasped when I saw this nigga sitting in a chair with his dick out.

           I knew at that very moment that I’d stepped into some wild shit. The way TC and his homies carried themselves was the complete opposite of what I was witnessing right then and there in TC’s bedroom. This nigga was sitting all relaxed with his sweatpants sagging and his dick rock hard through the opening of his draws, playing with it while looking at me with a smile on his face. He must’ve been spitting on his hand because his dick looked wet and glistened a little in the dim light.

           “What you standin’ there for nigga?” he asked, wagging his dick back and forth. “You said you was willin’ to do anything for them dime bags, right? Get over here and suck this dick.”

           “TC I don’t know what you thought,” I explained cautiously, “but I ain’t gay. Nigga, I ain’t even curious.”

           “Did I ask you that?”

           “Nah but…”

           “Get yo scary ass in here and close the door!”

           I quickly closed the door and stepped further into the room. “Bruh, I ain’t know you was thinkin’ of some shit like this. Dawg, this ain’t me.”

           “Do you have money?”

           “No.”

           “Then what else you got other than them puffy ass lips? You got dick suckin’ lips and you talkin’ about you don’t suck no dick.” He laughed. “Nigga, you better stop playin’ and get on this dick. I got them dime bags right here.” He picked up the two baggies of weed and then dropped them back to the floor.

           That little bit of motivation brought me closer to him, but I was still hesitant as fuck. “Bruh, I don’t even know how to suck dick.”

           “You done had ya dick sucked before, right?”

           “Well, yeah.”

           “Okay then, do what a bitch does since you’re my bitch right now. Wrap them lips around this dick and suck the mothafucka until I nut. It ain’t rocket science, college boy.” He looked up into my eyes. “How bad you want this weed, nigga? You think you the only nigga I done made suck my dick for this shit? You lucky I like yo ass or I wouldn’t have washed my balls before you got here. Now hurry the fuck up before my boys get back.”

           I wanted to just run out and go back to campus but there really was no turning back at that point. I’d been buying weed from TC since I’d first gotten to Calhoun Heights and his shit was better than any of the weed I’d smoked back in Cleveland. This nigga had known me since I was an eighteen year old freshman. Now at twenty-one and a senior about to graduate, I was about to degrade my manhood for some fucking weed. It only took me a nanosecond to rationalize it all and get down on my knees. I was a certified stoner. What can I say?

           “No teeth, nigga,” he instructed just as I was about to grab his dick. “Matter of fact, don’t even grab my dick. Bring your head a lil’ closer.” I leaned in close and he smacked my lips with his dick. “Damn you got some fat lips. You gone suck this dick?”

           “Yeah,” I mumbled.

           “Say that shit louder, nigga.”

           “Yeah.”

           “Say yes daddy.”

           “Yes…daddy.”

           “That’s fuckin’ right, I’m daddy up in this mothafucka.” He smacked my lips again with his dick and then rubbed it under my nose. “You smell that dick?” I didn’t answer him and he smacked my face hard with it. “I asked you a question, bitch. Do you smell that dick?”

           “Yes.”

           “Yes, what?”

           “Yes daddy.”

           “You better get that shit right. I ain’t fuckin’ with you, nigga. You better be glad I washed this dick for you. I’m uncut, too. You woulda been tastin’ my rank ass piss from all day that got stuck in the foreskin. But that dick smell good now, don’t it?”

           “Yes daddy.”

           “Stick out your tongue. You gone taste this mothafucka.” I stuck my tongue out and he slowly rubbed his dick on it. “Lick that dick. Get it wetter.”

           I licked up and down his dick. I felt like throwing up but somehow I managed to keep that from happening. As humiliating as it was, I was somewhat relieved that he didn’t wanna fuck me or anything like that. That would’ve been a line that couldn’t have been crossed with me. Giving head is one thing but letting a nigga fuck you up the ass is completely different. Then I’d really be a gay ass nigga.

           “You like that dick?”

           “Yeah daddy.”

           “Say I love daddy’s dick.”

           “I love daddy’s dick.”

           “Fuckin’ bitch. Spit on that dick. Get nasty.” I spit on his dick a little. “Nigga, I said spit on it. I wanna see that shit.” I let some saliva build up in my mouth and then spit it out on his hard dick. It rolled down to his balls. “Now lick it up. Lick up from my balls all the way up the head of my dick until I say stop.”

           I licked from his balls up to the head of his dick repeatedly, cleaning my spit off his dick. He made me do that for a while before finally stopping me and making me kiss his dick. I must’ve kissed his dick a hundred times before he made me move back. He stood up, pulled his sweatpants and draws down to his ankles, and then sat back down.

           “Take my shit off,” he ordered me. I pulled his pants and draws off. I was about to pull his socks off but he kicked at me and snapped, “Leave my socks on, nigga.”

           “Sorry, daddy,” I said.

           “You ready to suck daddy’s dick?”

           “Yes.”

           “Good. Open that mouth wide.”

           I opened my mouth wide and he shoved his dick inside. I thought about sucking a long and thick warm lollipop as I started sucking his dick. He put his hand on the back of my head and forced me to suck more than I could handle and I gagged on it before pulling my mouth off it. Before I could even catch my breath, he made me suck him again. He’d make me suck down towards the base and I’d gag and have to stop, then he’d slap my lips with it and make me suck it again. We repeated that cycle for more than half an hour before he stood up.

           “You gone suck this dick, bitch,” he said before forcing his dick into my mouth and thrusting his hips in my face. “Yeah, choke on that mothafucka! Damn you can suck dick, nigga.”

           I was gagging but somehow not throwing up, and he seemed to love it more whenever I gagged. He wouldn’t let me use my hands and every now and then, he’d make me look up at him while I sucked his dick. All I could think about was the weed and how good it was gonna be when I got it back to my spot and sparked that shit up. I don’t know how long I was thinking about that weed but by the time I snapped back into reality, TC pulled his dick from my mouth and started jacking off.

           “Look up at me, nigga,” he told me. “I’m ‘bout to nut. Oh fuck! Catch this nut, Caiden!”

           I looked up at him as he skeeted on my forehead, lips and chin. Some of it rolled down my neck so I wiped it before it could get on my hoodie. Luckily, none of it got in my eyes. He kept jacking off until no more cum rolled out of it. He then smacked my lips with it again and then made me suck it some more.

           “Ah fuck,” he moaned. “Yo that shit feel good as fuck. Gimme my dick back, nigga.” He snatched his dick out of my mouth. “Nasty ass nigga.” He picked a towel up from his bed and wiped his dick and balls with it before holding it in front of my face. “Here. You got my nut all over your face, bitch.”

           I took the towel and turned it over before wiping my face with it. The taste of his dick was still in my mouth. I finally stood to my feet. My knees were sore as fuck. I finally built up the nerve to ask, “Now can I have the weed?”

           “Yeah.” He picked the two baggies up and tossed them to me. “Nobody hears about this, you got it?”

           “I got it.”

           “I ain’t playin’ with you, C. If anybody hear about this shit, you know I know how to find yo bitch ass.”

           “I know.” I couldn’t even bring myself to look at him.

           “Look at me, nigga.” I looked into his eyes. “We still cool, right?”

           “Yeah bruh, we cool.”

           “Dap on it?” He held his hand out and I gave him dap. “Now get the fuck outta here, nigga. Next time, have money when you want some weed mothafucka.”

           I’d never ran so fast in my whole life as I dashed out of his bedroom and down the stairs. I was out of that house and like five blocks away when I stopped and leaned against a brick wall to catch my breath. It wasn’t until then that I noticed my dick was rock hard and had leaked a bunch of precum onto my boxers. Why the fuck was I hard? And how come I didn’t notice it while I was sucking his dick? My head was too far gone by that point so I just headed back to campus and rolled a fat ass blunt. After smoking it, I called up one of my usual female fuck friends and fucked her pussy until she couldn’t take no more. I fucked her as if I had something to prove. Did I have something to prove? I knew that whenever my high went down that night, I’d soon be asking myself a million questions and nothing would ever be the same for me again.

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