I followed closely behind Dedrah's car as she led me across town to the new apartment she and D-Money had been staying in since our breakup. As we pulled into the parking lot of their complex, -my heart beating a mile a minute at the thought of meeting D-Money again after all this time. He disappeared on me one day, out of the blue without an explanation. A "king Pin" drug dealer named Pooh (big ugly scary dude looking like Biggie Smalls) came around my house looking for him. He claimed Money stole something from him and turned my house inside out looking for it. Money then convinced my colleague Dan Edwards to take me in and look after me incase Pooh and his boys returned to do me any bodily harm. But for the past 4 months or more, I've saw no sign or hair of Money, and Dedrah's been out of my life even before all that. I was intrigued to hear their story; how they ended up together, what items Money stole from Pooh, and what they expected me to do to help them after all this time?
I parked my car next to Dee's, cut the ignition, then got out. She was already walking towards the entrance, so I simply followed her. The complex was nice. Upscale. But then again, I wouldn't expect anything less where she is concerned.
"How long have you been living here?" I asked as we passed through the security gate. She ignored me and kept walking as if I hadn't spoke. I rushed up and grabbed her arm. Dedrah tussled with me briefly as I spun her around towards me and grabbed bother her shoulders. "I asked you a fucking question!" I said, feeling angry and betrayed. "How long've you been living here?"
"Not long!" she shouted into my face, flinging her arms wildly to break my grasp. We stared each other down for a few seconds before she continued. "We been moving around a lot, trying to THEM off our tail." she said, turning her back and walking towards her apartment.
"Them?" I asked, following her, my eyes on her ass. "Them who? Whose THEM?"
Dedrah kept walking without saying a word or batting an eye lash. She pulled out her key, put it in the lock, and turned. "I'm back!" she called out, leading me into the spacious living room.
"A'ight babe, be out inna minnut!" called Money's familiar voice. My heart froze instantly.
"You want something to drink?" asked Dedrah, ever so nonchalantly as she walked over to their bar.
"Definitely!" I said, needing one desperately. She fixed my favorite drink just the way I like it, then handed it to me as she stared into my eyes. I looked deeply into them, seeing a sparkle of the old Dedrah I used to know and loved so well.
"How have you been, David? I mean -really?" she asked, as if she cared.
"Dedrah, please...don't patronize me" I said, rolling my eyes as I walked away from her.
She followed close behind.
"I'm serious, David...I'm really concerned." she said, her sounding sincere.
"If you were really concerned Dedrah, you wouldn't have walked out on me when the going got tough!" I snapped. "You wouldn't have had an affair with a drug dealer, almost young enough to be your son! AND you wouldn't have shacked up with him afterwards!" I yelled, getting it all off my chest.
"I can't help who I fell in love with, David! But I didn't mean to hurt you!" she insisted.
"Love?" I asked, caught off guard. "So you were in love with him when you brought him into my home?" Dedrah froze.
"Whutz all dis noise out here, n'shit?" asked Money, walking into the room wearing nothing but a bath towel around his neck. Both Dedrah and I stopped talking and stared at his body in awe. I'd nearly forgotten how well cut and muscular Money was. He looked exactly the same as he did the first time I met him; 6-0 tall, lite brown complexion, remnants of facial hair which hadn't fully began to grow in yet, cornrows, and full thick lips. His chest and stomach were well defined for his young age (21).
He looked me up and down, giving me that hard gangster stare the street thugs and jailers do. He licked his lips as if he liked what he saw. I saw his dick starting to thicken and rise between his legs, showing his excitement and intentions. "Sup B'?" he nodded in my direction. That was his version of "hello".
I didn't say anything. I hadn't yet decided how I felt. I mean, sure Money had come into my life and single handedly practically completely destroyed it, but I have to admit that I had some feelings for the little snot nosed thug. Well, as much feeling as a raped man held hostage in his own home could feel for his tormentor!
Dedrah walked over to Money. He took her drink from her, then tongued her deeply in her mouth. Dedrah melted before my eyes, growing weak in the knees as she sucked feverishly on his wet muscle. He broke the kiss after a minute or so, then slapped her playfully on her rear. "Go wait for me outside,-" he said, taking a sip of her drink. "-I wanna talk to B' alone for a minnut." he added, staring back at me.
Dedrah's face dropped. She turned and looked at me as if threatened by the other woman, then walked out of the apartment and slammed the door behind her.
"Women..." responded Money, dismissing her all together. "So whutz been up B'? How you been, boi?" he asked, walking over to the sofa. I couldn't believe how callous he was being.
"Where you been, Money...uh, I mean -Dwayne?" I asked, sarcastically. Money smiled, spreading his legs and stretching his arms out along the back of the sofa like eagle wings.
"You madd at me or sumthin dawg?" he asked, as if it were a joke.
"You ruin my life! You steal my girlfriend! You tell my co-worker about me! You have drug dealers coming to my home looking for you! Then you disappear into thin air! Yes! Yes, I'm MAD at you!" I yelled, emotionally.
"Yo, watch dat tone, B'." warned Money, his body tensing up a bit. "You my nigga n'all, but I'll still beat yur ass if I gotta!"
"What do you want from me?" I asked, more calmly.
Money smiled again, making me nervous.
"Well...rite now...I could go for onna yur good ass blow jobs. How bout dat?" he asked, holding up his fat dick. I licked my lips while staring at it. It certainly looked appetizing.
"Money, Dedrah said you wanted to see me. She made it sound urgent." I said, focusing on his face instead of his dick.
"We'll git around to dat dawg, -rite now tho, I want sum head. C'mer and show me whut yur boi Dan been teachin you!" he insisted. I knew Money well, no other discussions would be made until he got his rocks off. I loosened my shirt collar and tie, and walked over to the sofa and knelt down in front of him. "Yeeehhhh nigga...I been waitin for this day for awhile now." he whispered, his voice sounding sexier.
I looked down at his dick which was now eye level to me. This was the dick that took my anal virginity, the same dick that fucked my throat for the first time and stole my girl. It was fat, thick, and long. Not as big as Dan's 10 inches, but not far from it either. It stood there before me, waiting to be reunited with my mouth like ole times. I took one last look up at Money, the sexy looking 21 year old drug dealer was the hottest thing on two legs. No wonder Dedrah ran off with him.
"C'mon man, suck it! You know you wannit!" he said, looking down at me.
With that, I took Money's dick into my mouth and sucked gently on the head. I felt his body relax as he melted back into the sofa cushions and spread his legs wider to accommodate my body. WOW, I couldn't believe I had his dick back in my mouth. I learned so much about cocks and sex from him and Dan, they both awakened something inside of me that made me want to please them, -despite their over powering forces.
"Yeeh nigga, suck dat fuckin dick, man. Daaammmn dawg, do dat shit for me." he whispered, making me tighten my lips around his shaft. I wanted to show Money what I knew, that I wasn't the novice he knew 9 months ago.
I bobbed my head up and down on the thick shaft of his dick, then plunged my head down into his lap without his guidance. "Dayum!" responded Money, feeling my throat conform and surround his bloated sausage. I inhaled the scent of his freshly showered crotch while my tongue danced along the belly of his dick. He gripped my head with both hands and pulled my face closer to his groin, humping his ass up off the couch despite already being balls deep in my throat.
When he finally released my head, I slowly slid my lips back up the glistening shaft, watching it reappear from my mouth with crossed eyes. "Awww shit dawg...I nearly forgot how good dat mouth is!" he exclaimed as I sucked the head firmly. I could taste a tiny remnant of Money's pre-cum. The tiny morsel brought back a flood of memories of when I was drinking it 3 tor 4 times a day back when we were living together. Money was insatiable, and loved having his dick sucked regularly. It was my duty to make him cum every time his dick got hard. That task turned me into a good cock sucker, even Dan loves the feel of my throat, and he's more of an ass fucker than anything else.
My hands began to roam over Money's slightly haired legs and thighs. I plunged my head back into his lap, burying his boner in my throat as I gripped his muscled thighs. Money moaned as his cock throbbed once in my throat before I came back up off of it to suck vigorously on the shaft. I bobbed my head up and down, plunging over half his dick in my mouth with each stroke. Occasionally (on every 8th or 9th stroke) I would take him all the way down until his hairy balls were touching my chin. Money loved that. He ooo'd and ahh'd like a kid watching his first Superman cartoon.
After about 8 or 9 minutes, I felt his dick starting to throb more. I could taste more of his tasty pre-cum whenever I tongue bathed the head, sucking away any drops that may appear as tiny pearls.
"Look at cha..." whispered Money, enjoying his blow job. "...look how much you into dat shit now." he smiled. I looked up into his eyes while I continued to bob my head on his pole. His eyes narrowed in on me and my lips as they slid up and down his shaft. "You miss me, babee?" he asked, teasing me as I sucked. I didn't answer, I merely sucked harder, staring up into his eyes. "You hungry for yur nigga's nut? You want me to bust in yur mouth, or down yur throat?" he asked, giving me an option to taste it or not.
I felt his dick throb and pulse as I worked him over. Money lay his head back on the sofa and closed his eyes for a second. My mouth was really getting to him. I made sure my tongue licked at the belly of his dick with every stroke, tickling and teasing the cum tube as I worked my way up and down harder and faster.
"Shit boi, you really want dat nutt, don't chu?" Money asked, looking back down at me with a smoldering gaze. His eyes were starting to look cloudy as he watched me deep throat him over and over again. I knew he was close, and I wanted that nutt more than I wanted anything else in the world. "Aww shit, babee...you bout to git dat juice you want so bad..." he groaned, thrusting his hips up to meet my mouth. "I'm gonna cum, nigga! DAAAMMMNNNNN...!!" he yelled, exploding like a volcano.
I was deep throating him when the first blast came. I felt it shoot down the back of my throat like a bullet, then when I pulled back with my lips, I felt the rest of his hot sperm shoot into my mouth, coating my tongue. My mouth filled with about 6 or 7 thick spurts of his potent juice. I held the head in my mouth as it pumped fresh semen into me while I stared up at him. Money moaned with each pulse of his dick, keeping a close eye on me as I took his load. Once his prick stopped throbbing and shooting, he allowed me to remove my mouth.
"Swallow me babee." he said softly, watching me as I gulped his cum down into my throat. WOW it was still delicious! He smiled down at me. "You look like you in heaven babee, you really missed dat juice did'n you?" I did, but I would never admit to him. I could barely admit it to myself. I didn't like feeling like I was feeling. I didn't like feeling a glow from sexually satisfying another man. But it was true, I loved the taste of his sperm. Always had. Even though I wouldn't admit to Money how much I loved servicing him, my hard dick tenting out the front of my slacks was self evident.
"Damn boi..." he said, as he finally let me up off my knees. I jumped when he grabbed my hardon through the crotch of my pants. "...you hard as hell, man! You want me to fuck ya now?"
I groaned at the invite, having missed his dick in me daily. I reached down and grabbed his hard dick. Money could cum 2 or 3 times in a row (ah youth), so it was no surprise that he didn't go soft after the BJ. He reached around and gripped my ass from behind. I felt his big hand maul my ass cheeks as he filled me up like a female. "Take yur shit off." he ordered. I hesitated, looking back at the door.
"What about Dedrah...?" I asked, worried she might walk in on us.
"Fuck her! I want yur pussie rite now, not her's! Git naked!" he commanded with a firm swat on my ass. I undressed, stripping down naked in front of him. Money's hands went right back to my ass, squeezing, pinching, smacking, cupping, probing. "Git yur ass inna bedroom." he said, pointing the way.
I walked ahead of him into the bedroom he and Dedrah shared as a couple. I could feel his eyes smoldering on my ass. My dick was rock hard, leaking cum in anticipation of this long awaited overdue fuck.
"Git onna bed babee, I wanna eat yur pussie." he said so easily.
I turned around and looked at him in confusion. He pushed me back onto the bed. He was young, but his presence and body was so imposing, I felt like a child next to him (instead of the other way around). His hardon was standing stiff between his legs, I knew where he wanted to put it. He lifted my legs up over my head until my asshole was exposed. Without further adu, he pressed his face between the cheeks and started to eat me. I gasped and moaned like a girl as his tongue licked up and down the crevice before drilling straight into the hole itself. He held my legs up strong, his big hands gripping the backs of my thighs as his handsome face fucked my ass. I could feel his tongue pushing into my asshole. I relaxed and clamped my hole down on it, giving him a preview of what his dick was in stored for.
"Shit boyee..." he sighed, coming up from between my legs. I could tell by his actions that he was eager to have his dick experience what his tongue just felt. He maneuvered himself over top me, looking down between our legs as he aimed his dick up to my wet hole and pushed in. "Aaawwww sshhhhiiiittt..." he groaned, looking up into my eyes as he sank himself inside. "Who's pussie is this?" he asked, just like he used to when he bitched me like this.
"It's yours Money!" I said, watching him settle inside my body as if he never left. Once he buried half his dick in me, he thrust his hips hard into me, jamming the remaining inches in hard.
"Who's?" he asked again for reassurance, once his balls slapped into my ass.
"Yours Money! Yours!" I gasped, feeling my own dick throb wantonly.
"Neva fo'git dat shyt, boi! Yur MY bitch first, nobody elses! Unnerstood?" he proclaimed, leaning in over me, holding my legs stretched open as he started to fuck in and out of me. I nod my head 'yes', staring up into his handsome hard face as he fucked me like a bitch. "Like I told you b'fo, no matta where I go, or whut happens to me, you'll alwayz be MINE!"
"I know, Money! I know!" I panted obediently, reaching up to touch his chiseled chest and ripped stomach. He watched me looking at his body in admiration, and smiled. He knew he was turning me on. I watched his muscles bulge and contract as he fucked me, his entire body in motion as he drilled that big thick dick through my rectum to reclaiming it as his own. Dan had been in charge of fucking me for the last several months, but Money was always the owner. He established himself as such from the first day he fucked me, the first day he stole my anal virginity!
"Did you miss me, B?" he asked, looking down at me as his hips pumped into me. My body jerked from each impact as his balls slapped repeatedly against my ass.
"Yes!" I answered, honestly.
"Why?" he asked, leaning down until his face was just above mine. I gasped, holding my breath thinking he would kiss me.
"Cause..."
"Cuz why?" he probed, digging deeper.
"uhh...because...." I gasped, his body pounding into me harder. "...I was worried about you!"
"You waz worried?" he teased, never missing a beat with his hips. "Dat all? You waz worried, but you ain't miss ME?" he asked.
"Yes, I did!" I insisted.
"Tell me then, B! Tell me how much you missed me boo!" he said, talking shit as he stretched his neck to touch his lips to mine. I felt his soft -soft lips touch my lips, his tongue slipping into my mouth.
"oh god...!" I gasped as I sucked his tongue, tasting my own ass. "I missed you..." I whispered into his mouth as his tongue reached deep into my mouth. "...because I..."
"Cuz you whut, babee?" he asked, kissing me harder. "Tell me..."
"...because I...." I gasped, feeling my body stiffen as he continued to fuck hard into me while kissing me deeply. "...because I...I love you!" I choked, just before I burst cum all over him from my erupting dick. Money pretended not to notice the spray of semen as he kept fucking me straight through my orgasm. My asshole tightened and spasm around his digging dick, gripping him harder as he started to moan and pant himself.
"uhh, uhhh, uhhh, shittt, aarrrrhhh, arrrrhhh.." he panted and gasped as he kissed me deep and fucked me hard. "...I luv yur azz too, man...!" he gasped, just as he started to cum in me. "AARRRRRHHHHH!!" he screamed, his dick pulsing like mad inside me as his cum filled me completely. He pushed his dick all the way up in me, as it pumped and emptied itself of its second batch of thug cum. He laid down on top of me (chest to chest). I wrapped my arms around him and massaged my hands up and down his broad back as he continued to kiss me. He drilled his tongue in my mouth, twisting and turning his head as I sucked his tongue and swallowed his spit while our hearts returned to their normal beats.
"Money...?" I moaned, as he continued to tongue me down. "Money...?"
"Whut babee?" he asked, between kisses.
"What happened?" I gasped, as he licked his way down to my neck.
"We can talk bout all dat shyt lata, B. Rite now, I juss wanna feel yur body unner me. Got me?" he asked, sucking hard on my neck.
"Yes, I got you." I said, feeling his hard dick starting to move in and out of me again.