YO B! By Julian
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I don't remember when this shit went down but it did. It was like one minute I was all up on my girl and the next, BAM! The shit hit the fan. I never figured myself to be no faggot but then again I ain't figured out much. I was only twenty-two going on something like forty-two. It's been that way since my moms passed away some thirteen years ago. I been spending them last thirteen years holding shit down and trying to stay outta trouble but it's been hard. With the economy the way it is and the racial tension we got to deal wit it ain't no surprise to me what happened. Ok, so maybe part of it was a surprise, like the part where I got some guy fucking me and me actually begging for it but that's another story for another day. All I know is that I ain't the same nigga I was last year and it's all his fault. Yeah you know him, if you a chick you know the guy I'm about to tell you bout. He always be giving you them smiles on the sly and telling you what a nice smile you got (or in my case: "You got back baby!"). Yeah I gotta admit that when he stepped to me I was all ready to buss his ass but then I just decided to give in, for once in my life just fuck everybody and everything and give in to something that I wanted. And that's why I'm where I'm at right now. That nigga, that same nigga that probably out feeding the same bullshit to some other guy or maybe some other chick got me up in here facing ten to twenty for something I ain't even down for. I remember what happened detail for detail and I ain't never gonna forget. It was like it just happened yesterday but in reality; it's been some eight-month since my incarceration. I can name dates, times whatever you want, that's how good my memory of what happened is. Shit, how the fuck am I gonna ever forget what got me up in this damn place.
We was sitting down on the corner. Yeah it sounds typical but it ain't. The first time in a long time that I was able to get a day. A day to my self. No brothers, no sisters no babies, just me. You know I was gonna take it and run with it as far as I could get and I ran as far as the corner. I never regretted chilling with ma boys that day, naw, it ain't even like that. Those were my road dogs for life, no matter what. That wasn't what landed my ass in here, it wasn't them, it was him. Strutting his stuff round the way like he too good to be seen with us. I remember the first time I saw him do that thing he do. It'll always get you and damn, that shit got me good. I was like jelly and shit. When he passed my boy Jazon turned to me and smiled. I knew what that meant. He was thinking the same shit I was - Nigga was Foine!!! Now at that point I categorized myself as bisexual, a matter of a fact a lot a nigga's do. But at that point I was ready to run over to the other fence and jump over. Pussy was always good but if I coulda gotten myself a piece a that, I woulda hanged up pussy for the last time. And I did! After that day it was like every time I thought he would be steeping my way I made it my job to sit and wait. Yeah my boys thought I was bugging the fuck out and in hindsight I realize I was but at the time ain't none of that mattered. It was just me and him. Around the third week of this cat and mouse game he finally stepped to me with of all things, "you got change for the bus?" Do I got change for the bus? You gonna be scooping a nigga for all of three weeks and the best line you can come with is, 'you got change for the bus?' get the fuck out. That shoulda been my cue to step but naw, I got to do things the hard way, always. "Yeah, I got change for yo bus but I ain't got it here." He looked around him then grabbed my crotch with his hand. Damn this nigga was quick. "Well let's go." And damn did we go, go straight into the stairwell of my building. I couldn't wait to get up on the sixth floor so we got busy right there. I remember every detail of everything we did that night and the next and the next and the next, I ain't never gonna forget any of it. But as the saying goes, every good thing must come to an end and damn did it ever." I got my ass locked up and that nigga got away scott free. He got away wit my loot and my heart. Yeah, they say first love is a bitch and it ain't no lie. I got jacked and robbed that same night. Now here I was sitting in some cell thinking back on my life and thinking about the fucking mess I made. I swore to myself that no other nigga was gonna make me go out like that. I almost kept that promise too. That was until I met Jameson. That nigga was all that and more. He got me bugging the fuck out and as TLC put it, 'I ain't too proud to beg.' He was up in here for three to five for robbery and was due for release any day now. All I know is that I ain't ready to let him go just yet. I know I be sounding like a prison nigga but this ain't like a booty call, naw, this was for real. I love this nigga. At first I ain't wanna admit to it but I just got to. If he don't know now, he never gonna know. So here I was waiting for the right opp to tell him. We was on kitchen duty together so tonight was gonna be the night. As I walked towards my station my hands got all sweaty and shit. "Calm the fuck down B or your ass will be tore up." I didn't need to be getting so nervous. As I turned the corner I saw him wiping the floor. Damn, nigga was looking fine. "Yo, you got something for me?" He looked up and flashed me a smile. "Maybe, come over here and find out. "I will, don't worry about it." And I was gonna be getting me some right now until, "Yo Bernard, I need help over here." I turned around and saw someone I ain't wanna see. "Don't call me that man, I done told you my name is B. You call me that or don't fucking call me at all." He hissed his teeth, "On your record it says your name is Bernard so that's what I'm gonna call you whether you like it or not." I swear if he wasn't who he was I woulda messed him up but no I can't go out like that. This was Anthony Gilead. This nigga done seen some shit in his lifetime and despite all the shit I didn't like about him, I respected him. "I'm busy man. Why you can't get someone else to do it." "Because I want you to do it." And that was it. I flashed Jameson an apologetic smile and walked behind Anthony. When we reached the commons (it's what they call the gym area) he walked over to the storage closet and took out a mop and bucket handing it to me. "What's this for?" "What do you think it's for? Start mopping." "I ain't leave the kitchen for this shit man, why you gotta play me like that?" He stopped what he was doing and turned to me. "You don't need to be hanging out with Jameson and his gang." "What!?" "You heard me, you gonna get yourself in trouble if you keep messing with him." I stopped what I was doing. It sounded like he knew, maybe he did. "What the fuck you be talking about?" "You know what I'm talking about. You think these folks are not gonna pick up on it too." I was ready to knock him the fuck out and that's just what I did. I did it but I still couldn't believe I did it. I panicked. Anthony looked up at me and started laughing, this nigga just started laughing. "What the fuck is so funny!?" "You!" I was more confused than anything else. "You ain't mad?" "No, why should I be. Though next time you put your hands on me you're gonna be a dead man, you know that don't you?" I nodded. I held out my hand to him and helped him up. His hand was rough but at the same time soft which kinda surprised me. I actually had to catch myself from thinking anything sexual about this nigga, after all, I got me a man.
"Where the fuck you been B? I been waiting here for almost a hour." I leaned and kissed him hard. He pushed me off though sending me into a stove. "Shit, what the fuck you do that for?" He didn't answer though, how could he wit my dick in his mouth. Didn't I say this nigga was quick. He was slobbering down on my piece like it was a bone.