Date: Thu, 22 Jan 2009 10:30:06 -0800 (PST)
From: domino992008@yahoo.com
Subject: Laying Pipe pt 1

This story involves language of a vivid and explicit nature if you do not
wish to read such language.  This story involves male on male sexual
activities including but not limited to anal sex, oral sex and
masturbation.  This story involves sex between a consenting teen and a
consenting adult where the teen is sixteen and the adult is ninteen.  This
story is sexual in nature and if you don't wish to view such materials exit
the page.

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That being said... enjoy.


	Foam coats my hand as I rub the smell away.  My wide hand holds the
bar of soap firmly against my chest as I lather up.  I take the foam to my
favorite body part, my dick, last.  As I stroke the ten inch thick trouser
snake God saw fit to bless me with a smile crosses my face.  I feel the
pull, the urge, the need to cum.  Every time I take a shower I tease myself
like this.  My left hand slides down to my fuzzy balls and I grip them and
begin massaging as my right works my left and down curved dick with my vice
like grip.  Yeah... I've had a lot of practice.
	Knuckles rap on the door.  I ignore my stupid ass room mate.  His
ass can kiss my dick if he thinks I'm gone stop working my dick so he can
take a piss.  My back hits the wall tiles in the shower.  He knocks again,
"C'mon man... I gotta piss." Like I said before, his ass and my dick.
Actually that's what I'm thinking about.  He got this big football nigga
ass.  I envision that tight ass stuffed full of my ten inch python.  He
bangs again, "Nigga!"  So I yell back at him, "Fuck you Clarence I'm almost
done!"
	It's not like I'm lying.  I begin to hump into my tight grip and
soon three long ropes of cum shoot into the air.  I breath a sigh of relief
before rinsing the evidence off.  I step out the shower wait a moment for
my dick swelling to go down and open the door for that nigga.
	Clarence's eyes widen as he sees my package.  Normal reaction,
especially since I'm still half hard.  He stops looking as I hop back into
the shower.  He whips his out to pee.  He does the back-to-the-other-nigga
thing and I get a little mad inside.  I did want to see what he was working
with but...oh well.
	So I finish my shower, towel off and put on a sleeveless white Tee,
some black jean shorts and my favorite white Reeboks. Okay they ain't
Jordan's but a nigga needs a job for that shit, I'm just happy I can afford
these.
	I take a glance in the mirror.  I don't need to shave my Goatee
because I do that before I shower.  My line is crisp, waves are cool.  I
look good if I do say so myself.  Lifting my shirt I check out my own chest
and abs.  Thanks to daily crunches and a weekly trip to the college gym
(paid for by student aid) I'm in excellent condition.
	I walk out to the dorm room and do a double take.  Sitting down
next to Clarence is some fine ass high yellow nigga.  He got these full
lips that are perfect for sucking dick.  His mocha brown eyes lock onto
mine, one of his arched eyebrows rise.  I can tell he got a body by the way
his baggy tee hangs off his skinny ass and speaking of the ass, it ain't
skinny.
	Despite just beating my meat in the shower like some high school
kid my dick responds.  Thank God my pants are baggy and my dick is curved
down and to the left, it helps to hide an erection when your dick is
weighing itself down.  I still gotta sit down though.
	"Hey, I'm Carter." the light bright nigga says.
	So I smile, "Sean." is all I say as I reach out and grab his hand.
	"I gotta go Carter," Clarence says as he grabs his bag, "Just don't
look at anything weird on the computer and you can use it as much as you
want."
	So that's why light bright is here... hmmm, "Alright Clair-Bear." I
say with a grin.  Clarence gives me the nigga-don't-play look and I back
down.  He gets too touchy sometimes plus there`s this weird tension in the
room.  He gives his brother this warning look before he leaves.  I turn to
the high yellow nigga for further inspection.  As I look at him he looks
away and swivels in the chair towards the computer.
	Good thing too, don't want little nigga to catch me checking out
the goods.  I let my eyes walk all over his back.  He do got a little nigga
donk.  Plus he ain't too yellow, you know, like those banana niggas.  He
got these red undertones and this smooth ass skin.
	All in all he look like my ideal bottom.  The skin color isn't real
important but with his small frame I could pick him up, twist and turn him
until he pops, or at least until after I pop.
	"How old are you?" I asks him, trying to sound like I don't care.
	"Sixteen...you?" He says without taking his eyes off the computer.
I look at the screen to see nothing but black words being typed into
existence.
	"I'm nineteen, What you writin bout?"
	"My family."  The kid don't seem to want to talk so I try one more
time.
	"How many of ya'll is it?" I say after seeing him type two
paragraphs of names.  It's true what they say, third time's the charm.
	He chuckles and I see blush creep into his cheeks.  Hells yeah
looks like he shy.  Shy niggas are easy to fuck.  As I'm thinking this he
says, "My dad got four baby mamas.  I'm a hood twin and so is Clarence."
	"Damn... child support must be a bitch."
	"Yeah we don't barely get shit cause our moms only has three of his
fourteen kids."
	"Fourteen?" I say, "Dayum... ain't that nigga ever heard of a
condom?" Dude.. .fourteen kids? That's just irresponsible.  Even if you got
you some marching ass soldiers AND some twins you should NEVER have kids in
the double digits and not be married to one of they momma.
	Warren abandons his homework and turns to me laughing the whole
time, "I think his ass is allergic to rubber.  Ain't moms fault thought,
all his baby mommas were on the pill when they got pregnant."
	So that's how it starts.  My best friend and room mate's little
brother came over to do some bull shit ass assignment on our computer.  He
doesn't type another word for the next hour.  He like a broken faucet, once
you turn that nigga on he keeps going.  He talks about cars, friends,
movies but I keep an ear open for the one subject that all little niggas
(that ain't my gay ass) like to talk about, girls.
	He doesn't even mention a chick's name.  By now he laying next to
me on his back on my bed.  He's not even arms distance from me.  As he gets
comfortable he starts having these little gestures.  He smiles lopsided,
which is sexy as fuck.  He talks with his hands, which is another turn on.
Then I pop the question, "So..." I say in the middle of him talking about
the movie Wanted (Shit is good ya'll should see it), "... you got a girl?"
	He gulps.  The nigga actually gulps and it's loud in this quiet ass
room, "Naw I'm alone."
	I push the envelope, "A little pretty boi nigga like you? Shit I
bet you beating them off with a stick."
	He turns bright red and starts cheesing big, "Naw... thanks but..."
he stops and gets this scared ass look in his eyes.
	"But what?" I say, I already know he's not interested in girls but
I'm not gone bust him out like that.  That's rude.
	"It's nothing."  I sigh as he lies through his fucking teeth.  You
see, when I'm trying to fuck a closet nigga (I say that like I'm all out
and shit but don't NOBODY know about me but little niggas I've fucked) I
like to get them to admit they gay first.  If you just pounce on him once
you know he gay he gets all weird after and turns into a homophobe in
public.  I've had to kick a nigga's ass over the fact that he can't stand
the nigga who dick he sucks every night saying hi to him in front of his
boys.
	So I say, "Yeah right light bright." I rub my dick through my
shorts.  His eyes lock onto my hand then jerk back up towards my face.  His
face trembles, like it's hard for him to NOT watch me scratch my dick.  I
shoot him a smile.
	He chuckles and looks out the window.  Then I scoot, ever so
slowly, over to him.  I let him smell the ocean mist body wash I use.  I
look out the window with him and as soon as I do I can feel his eyes on me.
	I turn, he looks away.  This is getting a little annoying but I
remember being sixteen and not knowing what to do if another guy likes me.
I remember all too well.
	"So what kind of sports you into?" I say.  This is a normal move
for me, get him to talk while looking into my eyes.  Niggas always talking
about my eyes like they something special so I use them on him.  It works.
He begins stuttering over words like the.  He shutters twice as I blow hot
air onto his neck.  Then he tries to escape.  I already could see it
happening, he was scared out of his mind.  He hard, gay and alone with a
nigga almost twice his size that he wants to fuck but doesn`t know for sure
if the nigga (me) is into that.  You'd be scared too.
	So he sits up and pushes himself towards the edge of the bed
saying, "I gotta get finished with my..."
	I sit up and cut him off.  Rule number one: If you want the nigga
to admit he gay, do not give him time to think of a lie.  Overpower his
brain at every turn and make him blurt it out if you can, "Man it's
Saturday you got all weekend."
	"I r-really should..."
	"It'll be alright."
	"B-But Clarence said"
	"Do you see Clarence?" I say leaning towards him.  Another loud
gulp.  I smile, "Look nigga.  You a pretty cool little nigga.  I just wanna
hang out." and beat the lining out yo back door.
	"Uh... thanks" he says before quickly adding, "But Clarence said
for me to do my work because he won't let me back up here." He looks
petrified with fear.
	I shake my head.  I can't be that scary... plus I'm flirting my ass
off.  So he makes like he's trying to get up and I almost grab his wrist
but I don't.  I'm trying not to scare the nigga.  So as I'm thinking about
how to get this nigga to cum out he says
	"So...  uh... y-yu-you got a girl?" I can see him mentally cursing
himself out for stuttering that out.  Now I'm having a delimma.  The
quickest way to get little bit to spill the beans is to come clean and say
I don't fuck with chicks but that's not the best approach because with the
1% chance that little bit is strait he could run off to his brother and
tell about how his gay room mate tried to rape him.
	"Nope." I say in a bored voice.
	"What? Cute nigga like you? You gotta have some pussy stashed
somewhere."  And where did this don-juan wannabe ass nigga come from.  He
was stuttering not two seconds ago.  I tell you these Johnson (last name)
niggas are fucking weird not to mention perfect for fucking.
	So remembering that he's trying to sound cool I say, "Why you want
some?" he stutters again then I add the coup de grâce after doing a fake
double take, "Wait.  Did you just call me cute?"
	It works.  I can see him sweating bullets.  He looks down and you
can practically see the wheels turning in his head.  I lean towards him
letting my arm touch his.  I watch his legs clench around what has got to
be a painful ass boner.  He finds his voice.
	"Naw naw man it ain't like that." He tries to laugh but the dry
sound coming from inside him doesn't sound anything like a laugh.  I let
him see my shoulders drop and he adds, "Unless... y-y-you-you want it to
b-be... you know... like that." He bites his lip.
	I pretend to be surprised, "You gay?" He lets out this shaky breath
but before he talks I continue, "Damn... do yo brother know?"
	He looks scared shitless, "Yeah... please don't tell him I told
you."
	"Why?" I asks genuinely curious.
	"He told me to leave you alone, said if you fuck me up for coming
on to you he ain't gone do nothing about it."
	Damn that's harsh, "What is he a homophobe?"
	My sympathetic tone has him a little relaxed but he still look like
he ready to run, "Naw... he lying about that.  His ex girlfriend's brother
pushed me into a wall for talking to him and Clarence beat the hell out of
him.  He says that all the time but he won't let nobody fuck with me."
	Sounds like Clair-Bear to me.
	"So..." I say all suave and debonair, "You like sucking dick?"
	His eyes go WIDE and I smile down at him with my innocent grin.  He
actually licks his lips, so I don't wait for an answer.  I just lean back
and pull down the waistband of my pants letting my dick free.
	My dick flicks up as soon as it's free, bobbing on the spot as if
in welcome.  His mouth drops open for a moment.  His shy fingers creep
toward me and stop halfway as if asking for permission.  I give him a
are-you-fucking-kidding-me look and he grips my snake with his right hand,
then his left.
	His hands are warm and slick with sweat.  He touches it like he
scared of hurting me.  I let him get a feel.  I have to admit I'm liking
the way his eyes stare at my beast as if it's some sacred artifact.  Like
touching it has been his life's pursuit and if he dies now he can die
happy.
	"It's not gonna bite you." I say in my low voice.  He grins wide
and tightens his grip.  I shutter slightly as he makes that twisting
motion.  He begins pulling faster and I see the dent form in his pants.  I
reach out and stroke it.  His legs go stiff as I rub his dick though his
jeans.  He continues to stroke with his left hand.  I've never been one to
get off with a hand job, my hand is the only one I cum in.
	Before he get the wrong idea I sit up and then stand.  I can see
him licking his lips, "You ready light bright?" I say as I step out of my
shorts and boxers.
	"It's Carter." He says just as a glob of spit lands on the dent in
his pants.
	"Are you ready, Carter?" I amend.  He opens up and engulfs my dick
in his warm mouth.  His strong red bone hand slide up my chest with my dick
in his slippery mouth.  I bite my lip as he bobs up and down my shaft.  I
pull of the sleevless Tee and throw it onto the floor.  His free hand gets
busy kneading my balls.  I begin to thrust my hips into that hot mouth.  He
slurps up and down, up and down.  His head rises off my dick, "Dayum
Nigga," He says, firmly stroking my meat with his left hand, "this shit is
thick." I take his head and push his lips back onto my dick. A loud moan
escapes my lips as he continues to deep throat my ten inch shaft.  I KNOW
he has done this shit before.       He has this thing he does.  He opens
wide and bobs up and down for a while, his mouth is like a wet vacuumed
soooo... guuuuudd...  Then he goes down the underside, tracing the thick
veins running down my dick with his soft tongue before twirling that tongue
on my head, flicking and teasing like a pro.   Then he repeats the
process.  My knees buckle as his hand continue to massage my balls while he
sucks and sucks, "Aight." I tell him, "On ya feet... now!"      He hops up,
High yellow skin, short dark fade and those beautiful brown eyes look at me
with a mixture of fear and anticipation.  I recognize that smile... so I
tilt my head, "This can't be your first time..."  He smiles, "Naw... I've
taken dick before..."  It's the way he says it that tells you he ain`t done
shit.  So I step up to him, pulling him by those skinny ass hips and
sticking my tongue into his mouth.  After the kiss I grip his ass, gotta
love the feeling of those firm bubble cheeks, "I'll be gentle... but it's
still gonna hurt..." I plant a soft peck on his luscious lips,"...virgin." 
He looks away and doesn't say anything... I already know he's a terrible
liar and it seems like he just found out.      He looks back up at me and
smiles.  I pull his head up into another kiss, this time pushing him onto
his back into my bed as I massage his tongue with mine.  He's a little
stiff.  But as I kiss and suck down his neck he begins to pull my tee-shirt
closer, like he needs me.  I can't believe it... my best friend's little
brother wants some dick... MY dick.
	I tug at his shirt and watch as that little toned chest peaks out.
Then I unbutton his jeans with his hands on mine.  He lifts up and I watch
him closely as I pull down his boxers and jeans at the same time.      I
smile as I see the suck marks painted down his neck, and that cute little
prick pointing strait up into the air.  His full lips pull into a shy smile
as I resume sucking down his chest, flicking my tongue over his sensitive
nipples.  He begins pushing my head down, playfully forcing me towards his
dick.  So i take his hands in mind, pinning them to his sides.  When i hit
his abs he gives a gasp of surprise, i guess he didn't think I'd go any
lower than his nipples but I'm a nice guy, he'll get his before i get mine
that's for sure.      So as i hit his little fuzz patch i allow the soft
stubble on my chin to tickle his shaft.  He gasps and begins breathing
loudly, his legs begins to tremble.  Then i let the tip of my juicy ass
bottom lip slide across the head, he jumps.  I flick my tongue down the
underside of his shaft, he moans.  I rub my lips against his almost
hairless balls, he gasps again.      Then i exhale as i rub my juicy lips
back up to the top, before sucking my way back to the base.  Seven inches
in total, seven sweet inches.  He bucks, thrusting into my mouth with all
the force he can muster.  I let him fuck my face for a minute, being
careful so his dick won't scrape against my teeth; i hate it when that shit
happens.      After a few minutes he stops thrusting and i continue to
service his cute dick.  It actually looks real good, not as good as that
ass but this red bone nigga does have one tasty ass package.  It's got
almost no hair on it, which isn't normally a good thing but he pull it off
real good.  Then it's perfectly strait, not curved downward to the left
like mine.  And the head is slightly redder than the
shaft... perfect bottom dick.      Then i move to his balls.  They're a
little fuzzy, not for real though.  He grinds them into my mouth as I suck
them.  I keep his dick occupied with tight strokes from my free hand.  His
breathing is loud, his moans louder.  Then my tongue grazes his anus.  He
yells out something unintelligible and suddenly my hand is wet.  He groans
after the combo of ball-shaft-ass stimulation pushes him over the edge,
painting our low ceiling with man milk while violently flailing against my
mouth.  As the spurts die down i lick the last drops from his shaft, he
cringes and begins laughing.      "Wow... just.... wow." He manages to huff
out after a few unsuccessful tries.  I grin as i stand up, showing him my
fully erect dick and fuzzy balls.  The carefree smile dissipates as i take
his legs and place them on my shoulders.  He scoots further back onto the
bed
	"I thought you said you did this before?" i say, sarcasm bleeding
through my voice like nobody's business.      "Well... my fingers count
don't they?" He says.  I roll my eyes, he already knows they don't.  Then i
decide a little warm up won't hurt, my dick ain't going anywhere anyway. 
So i throw his legs off my shoulders and flip him over.
	I spread his cheeks and stare down at that beautiful tight little
pucker.  Looking down I thank whoever's genes gave this fine ass nigga this
fine ass.  It's firm but not one of those crush-my-dick muscle butts.  Firm
where you need it and soft everywhere else.  It's got the normal fringe of
hair and looks clean as fuck.  I can tell showers for this little nigga
involve a lot of "toys" and washing.
	I begin to poke and prod his anal passage with my fingers.  He
sighs, grinding and working his ass this way and that.  Moaning loudly,
pulling my hand while pushing into it
	"Dayum..." I say softly as he continues to grind into my hand,
"Nigga save some for me." I tease.  He stops at once and blush creeps up
into those yellow ass chicks, "Guess what?" I say, "Time for some dick..." 
He stiffens, "Relax... and try to breath." I say as I thump his little
brown chute.
	I softly thrust forward but as my wide head touches his ass hole he
jerks away, "Sorry." He says.  Then he does it again so i begin to lube up
his passage with my pre-cum.  I stroke my dick, pushing out more pre and
rubbing it onto his ass with my head before leaning back and grabbing a
bottle of cocoa butter lotion from my dresser.  I practically empty the
bottle onto his ass.  As i rub it in he moans, "Damn nigga, yo hands feel
good as fuck."  I continue to rub the lotion into every inch of his little
bubble butt.  My first time taking dick wasn't so... enjoyable.  Besides, I
can honestly I care about his little ass and the nigga it belongs to.     
Then, with his ass firmly in my hands, i begin to push into him.  He grits
his teeth as he tries to squirm this way and that.  I keep a firm grip as I
ever-so-slowly impale him.  He begins to whimper like a puppy, "Ah... fuc,
da..nnnnnnnnn" he whines, jerking away from me again, "I told you it was
gonna hurt..." I remind him, "Want me to stop?" he shakes his head which is
good because I'm so hard right now I don't think I could stop if I tried. 
	I fucking HATE breaking in virgins.  After a few minutes of pushing
and getting nowhere his ass finally gives way.  The moment my head slides
into his ass he jerks, ass pointing strait up as he tries to hold himself
still, "Relax." I whisper as I slowly force more of my dick into him.  He
bites down on my sheets as muffled curses fly out his mouth.  Slowly I work
my ten inches into his virgin hole, and get a little more than half way in
before he yells, "FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCKKKKKKKKK." Throwing his head back
as his anal ring clenches around my man meat and stops me from going any
further.       I stop working my dick into him and hold him still.  He
continues to tighten his ass around my dick and I gotta say that shit feels
waaaay to good but I can't let him do that,  I know I'm ripping the poor
boy apart so i gently lean forward. 
	My chest hits his back but i keep my hips up so i don't hurt him
too much by adding pressure.  Then i bite the top of his ear for a moment. 
His hands fly back as I begin working my dick again, "Relax..." I whisper
into his ear.  Tears are streaming down his eyes and i almost pull out but
then he turns his head so he's looking me in the eyes, "Fuuck me." He says.
     So i pull out a little, and as i push back in the hole becomes
tighter, "Relax... i promise it'll feel better." I pull away and thrust
back in, this time a little faster and I get a lot deeper, "SHIIIIT." He
hollers.  This continues and by the tenth thrust he isn't screaming or
gasping anymore.  He's moaning again, so I pick up the pace but just a
little, I don't want him to walk out here and not be able to sit in
Clarence's car.
	"Nigga that's all you got?" He says with a huff.  I thrust hard
once and the rest of my dick rips into his ass hole.  He damn near passes
out after he screams like a bitch,
	"What you say nigga?" I ask, don't no nigga talk to me like that. 
	He says, "Don't..."
	then i finish for him, "Don`t...talk shit." 
	He nods, "ooooooohhhhhh yes sir."
	"Now stop clenching, you're only making it worse." I say in a firm
but gentle tone.  He shivers around my dick and then tries to relax.  I'm
already in balls deep and he's slowly getting used to the whole ten inches
plugging his backside, maybe I should just rip every virgin I get a new
one, nah I think that might only work for a closet freak like him who
sticks all sorts of shit up their hole before they actually do tha do.
     A few moments later he's fully relaxed.  I whisper into his ear, "How
you want me?" he hangs his head, "Slow" he huffs out.  Awww man... that's
no fun, "Sure?" I ask.  He turns his head and gives me this
nigga-are-you-fucking-serious look.  I smile as I begin to slowly pump into
his little ass.  He breathes hard, I thrust slow and soft.  Then he gets
used to it, so I pick up the pace, "Nuhhh." His all he can say.       His
ass feels so good and so tight.  It's amazing, it's almost perfect.  I
speed up, withdrawing slow and pushing forward hard.  He yelps a few times
but doesn't tell me to stop.  Then it's on for real.       I begin pumping
into him faster and faster and soon my bed begins to whine as my head board
bangs the ceiling, "Ahhh damn nigga! SHiiiiiiiiiittt." he screams but I
keep it up, and soon the only thing coming out his mouth is unintelligible
babbles of ecstasy.  I continue to slam into his tight hole.  He yelps in
blissful agony, and I enjoy every thrust and withdrawal as his tight hole
clings to my rod.  The sound of our bodies slapping together, the feel of
his ass constantly contracting around my dick.  Even the way he tries to
jerk away only makes me go even harder.       Then I withdraw.  He moans
loudly as I pull my dick out of his little hole, "What? you done?" he asks,
sounding disappointed.  He turns his head and catches my still rock hard
dick, his face is red from him straining against me. 
	Instead of answering him I say, "On ya back." 
	He smiles, "oh..." then he's on his back.  I gently pull his legs
up onto my shoulders, kissing his calf, "Try to breathe." I tell him as I
bend his legs forward with my body.  He gives me an quick nod, and I push
into him.  He clenches his teeth, "Ahhh, fuck it hurts more like this!"
Then his eyes roll back and I resume pounding his insides to mush.  He
whines and pushes against me yelling for more even as he tries to get off
from under me.  Then he begins convulsing.  His ass begins to flutter
around my stick as I thrust in and out.  Suddenly my chin is wet.  When I
look down I see the last few spurts of cum erupt from his dick. I kiss
those delicious lips and for a moment he completely relaxes, until I thrust
forward reminding him about the log buried firmly between his cheeks.  Then
I get real wild.       I start pumping as fast as I can.    He buries his
face in my shoulder as my hips slam down into that beautiful red bone ass. 
It's so tight I can't believe he isn't still screaming.  Then it hits me. 
My body begins to convulse as a loud moan erupts from somewhere in my
chest.  Suddenly my dick is pumping his little ex-virgin ass with a river
of warm creamy semen.  It feels so good it almost hurts.  My whole body
shivers.  I collapse on top of him.  The only sound in the room is our
breathing.  Then I pick my head up and turn, planting a kiss on his neck as
I lay on top of his body.  For a minute I just lay there, breathing in his
scent while giving him the occasional kiss.  Then I roll over and let him
up.  As soon as I let him up he turns towards me, "Dayum nigga." He says as
I rub my fingers across those juicy ass cheeks.
	"What?" I say, still massaging his ass with my hand
	"When can we do that again?" He asks and I start wondering where
that shy ass little nigga went.
	"When ever you can cum down here." I tell him.
	He releases a huff and flops his body back onto the bed, "Man... is
it always this good?" He asks me like I know.
	"I don't bottom."
	"Never?"
	"Never again..."
	"Why?"
	I bite my teeth, "I did my first time."
	"Was he little?"
	"Nah his ass was fucking huge.  You lucky I broke you in." I slap
his ass making him twich, "I'm real good at breaking niggas in."
	He takes my hand and sits up.  As he does so I see the red tint of
his cheeks.  I really pounded the brakes off that nigga.  I sit up and he
says, "So what now?"
	I know I just became his favorite dick nigga which sucks for
whatever closet freaks he been fucking with because this dick is addictive.
	"So... who dick you been sucking?"
	He blushes again, "His name's Todd."
	I whistle, "and he ain't hit that."
	"there's this glory hole at school..."
	My mouth falls open, "Glory hole?  Nigga you's a real freak."
	"He the only nigga that know about it."  he say quickly.
	"You still a freaky nigga, that head was hella good too."
	"So?" he asks all hesitant and shit.
	"So what?"
	"Are we like...? I don't know what to do."  He wants me.  His fine
ass can have me too.
	"We cool..." I sit up and swing my arm around his shoulders, "We
real cool." Then I nip his neck.
	He flinches before saying, "That's wassup."