i know what you are thinking?
“hoe.”
i’m thinking the same thing.
it sure felt good tho.
this is going to be VERY NSFW so….

i knew him way back in the day.
he was a foster kid that came with them.
he was 10 or so.
wasn’t attracted to him at all.
he remember he was kinda annoying,
obsessed with star fox and i,
and always wanted to hang out with us.
i was nice to him because he was harmless.
he would always compliment me on my clothes,
show us off to his friends,
never leave us alone,
and just came off as “the cute annoying little brother”.
well over the years,
he got bad.
i mean baaaaaaaaaad.
he was locked up a few times,
but his family never gave up on him.
they packed up and moved to miami to get away from the city.
i didn’t see or hear from since.

well last night,
around 10pm,
i got a call from some number i “ain’t” know.
i don’t always do “strange numbers”,
but i answered this one out of courtesy.
this deep voice blared from the other end.
he announced who he was quick.
star fox’s mother gave him my number to pay his respects.
he couldn’t make it to the funeral,
but he knew i would be the most fucked up.

“that was my nigga yo.
i loved him and got love for his family.”

we caught up for a good hour about each other.
i found out he just turned 21,
but still hood as hell.
i figured that as he was around his boys,
smoking weed,
and blasting music.
he was still talkin to me like i was the only one there.
i appreciated that.
he was shocked to find out i also did bad things.
he thought i was some good fox.
“this fly nigga who walked around like he knew he was the shit”.
never thought i smoked or drank before.
far from the case.
he asked me what time i was going to sleep.
he was going to call me back.

“what you doing?”

that was him at 4:30 AM!

“almost sleep…”

was he crazy?

“well wake yo ass up i got something to tell you…”

and it starts.
he proceeds to tell me how he gets down,
star fox knew because they kept in touch,
how he only gets head from foxes,
doesn’t think he is gay or bi,
no one knows about him,
and how he was turned out by someone older.
he wasn’t raped,
but they gave him some off the wall head.
he also proceeds to tell me that he was always attracted to me and star fox,
how he showed off because he wanted our attention,
and all this other shit.

“i’m moving back up there later this year.”
“oh really?”
“maybe we can meet up.”
“and do what?”
“you can suck on this dick…”

i cannot believe i was having this convo with him.
he was so young when i met him,
but he was talkin’ to me so grown.
well shit go hard body then…

“to give you head tho?”
“yup…”
“i need more than that.”
“like what?”
“i need to be fucked.”
“is that so?”
“yup.”
“you a wild boy j.”
“have you ever thought about fuckin’ a dude before?”
“naw…naw…”
“why you say it like that?”
“i aint never did it.”
“would you?”
“if the feelin was right. you know the situation and shit…”

this is when “ratchet jamari” flew out even more…

“i would probably turn you out.”
“oh yeah…?”
“yup.”
“naw id probably turn you out suckin on this hard dick…”
“just suckin on your dick tho?”
“yeah you would always want to taste this dick…”

 the how he said that,
with them hood vocals and heavy breathing,
the phone sex portion of the programming started!
he was jackin off and asking me all kinds of nasty shit.
what he do if he was there and if i was suckin’ on his pipe.
i slowly transitioned it to us fuckin’ to see how he would respond…

“is it tight like some good ass pussy nigga?”
“hell yeah…”
“let a nigga know how tight that shit is…”
“real tight.”
“put your finger in that shit and let me hear you moan…”

…and thats when i was started jackin off.

“im bout to nut nigga…”
“put it on my face.”

by this time,
i was ready to let loose as well.
i came a little while after him,
but he wanted to listen.

“ima call you soon nigga.”

he hung up.
i laid there for a while.
i felt weird as hell doing it,
but i needed that.
i woke up feeling like that should be a once in a lifetime thing.
blame it on the gri-gri-gri-grief?
i didn’t really want to go there with him again,
especially on some ol head shit,
but i’m going with the flow now.
who knows…