Date: Tue, 10 Dec 2013 03:54:42 +0000 From: Marcus DaCosta Subject: curtis seduces: chapter 11 Curtis Seduces: Chapter 11 Please read chapters 1-10 before reading this chapter. -------------------------------------- The alarm woke me up with a start and a raging hard-on. I reached under the covers and wrapped my fingers around my eight incher, telling him 'Not yet fam, let's save it for later'. I grabbed my phone to change my BBM status to 'Tuesday mornin feelin like a Monday' and noticed that I had a received a text message during the night, which read: 'So sorry for not texting you earlier, John (my husband) hasn't given me a minute's peace. Anyway, he is going away for the weekend, so perhaps if you wanna come over on Saturday evening, after I've put the kids to bed, I would appreciate your company. Ps I saw that you saved your name on my phone as 'eight inches', are you for real? Sharon xxx'. I chuckled to myself at the ease by which I have been able to 'get links', I wonder if any other fourteen year olds get nearly as much sex as me. I threw the covers off my naked body, took a photograph of my rock hard dick, and sent it straight to Sharon with the accompanying message 'yes 8 inches babes, count them xxx'. I contemplated sending the same pic to Gamu, but second thoughts convinced me that it would put her off me. Gamu is wifey material, not a cheap fuck, and I didn't wanna fuck up my changes with wifey-ing her. I darted to the bathroom and barged in, still half-hard I stood at the toilet to piss. Somebody cleared their throat. "Oh shit, sorry fam". I turned my head, and saw Danilo laying in a very bubbly bath. "I ain't used to knocking, mum never gets up early and I forgot you were here dude", I explained. "I'll get a lock put on". "No biggie" Danilo answered, "and yh, if you put the lock on, do it for your mum's privacy, don't worry about me mate". He was smiling, and seemed perfectly comfortable being around me naked. "Do you mind if I jump in the shower then, fam?" I asked. "Kewl, as long as you don't try getting in the bath" he laughed. "Never dat!" I stated firmly, before opening the shower door and turning on the water. I took the opportunity to brush my teeth quickly, while I waited for the shower to reach the right temperature, when out of the corner of my eye I clocked Danilo looking me up and down in the reflection of the mirror. I noticed a bottle of shower gel behind him on the side of the bath, so I walked over to him and said "Just getting the shower gel, fam", and before he had time to reach behind him and pass it to me, I leaned over him, taking a deliberately long time so that he could get a close up and lingering look at my now-flaccid, but still massive piece. "What u doing today bro?" I asked him, as I jumped in the shower leaving the shower door open so that we could still hear each other talk. "I have a meeting with my lecturer at Uni". He explained. "We don't actually start back til next week, but I'm just gonna go over my work from last year and see what I can still use". "Kewl fam". I said. "So, what time are we going to meet Marvin?" "Whenever you get back from school bro, I'll be back before you". Danilo pulled the plug, and stood up out of the bath. He grabbed the towel that he had hung on the towel rail, and began to dry himself, making little attempt to shelter his nudity. Danilo was thin and small but perfectly toned, his body was actually pretty impressive. His dick was small and cut and protruded out from a mass of thick black pubic hairs. It seemed to get slightly bigger as he dried himself, not hard, just bigger. I couldn't give a fuck if he clocked me checking him out, in fact, I wanted him to know that I'm as comfortable around his nudity as he seemed to be around mine. So I rinsed, and jumped out of the shower, turning the water off behind me, grabbed a clean hand-towel, shook it into a 'whip' and smacked him with it right across his ass. He reciprocated as we both ran down the corridor, slapping my ass with his own damp towel. I turned round, dropped my towel and grabbed him by his two elbows wrestling him into his room and sort of throwing him onto his bed. He stood up off the bed, leaned forward and rugby tackled me dropping his own towel in the process. He grabbed hold of the back of my thighs forcing me down onto the floor. "Your a lot stronger than you look fam". I said. "Yeah don't be fooled by my size mate", He said as he flipped me over onto my back, "I can handle myself". I reached over and grabbed his balls squeezing them threateningly, indicating that I could cause him a lot more pain if he didn't surrender. "Ok, ok mate". He pleaded. "You win this time". I let go, and we shook hands, laughing at our 'game'. I sensed that it wasn't going to be as hard as I initially thought to add Dan to the tally, and even better, I reckoned that I could do it while still remaining good friends. As we both stood up off the floor and parted, I noted that this time he tried desperately to keep his back to me. 'Fuck me, he's sprung a boner' I assumed as I left his room, wrapping the small hand-towel precariously around my waist as I went. I dressed in my school uniform and went to check on mum. Surprisingly, she was sitting up in bed holding a pair of scissors, completely surrounded by hundreds of photo's. As I approached her I realised that she was cutting Marques out of all of the family photos, including her wedding photographs. I decided not to say anything about it. She spoke first. "What was all that noise, baby?". "Me and Danilo were messing about ma". "Who the fuck is Dorito?". She said, pronouncing his name incorrectly. "My friend, ma". I explained, withholding the truth from her. "He is staying with us for a while". I don't think she was listening anyway, as she went on to ask "are you not going to ask me what I'm doing baby?" "I can see what your doing ma". I said. "Good on you for cutting the bastard out of your life". I smiled. "That is NOT what I'm doing" she said angrily "Your father is NOT a bastard, how dare you, now GET OUT" she screamed. "Sorry ma, I assumed..." "GET OUT" she pointed at the door, "GET OUT". She picked up a handful of cut-up photographs and threw them at me, as she screamed her head off. "GET OUT". I took the hint, and left as the pair of scissors were hurled at me, hitting the door as I closed it behind me. 'Curiouser and curiouser' I thought to myself. Danilo appeared from his room and mouthed 'you ok?' I nodded, picked up my school bag and phone and made for the door. 'What is going on in that crazy-ass woman's head?' I asked myself as I jumped on my bike and headed off to school, stopping off at Greggs Bakery to steal a Pain au Chocolat for breakfast. Amelia was standing at the school gates when I arrived, so I ground to a halt, got off my bike and said to her "we need to talk, follow me". "Not now Curtis, I'm waiting for someone". She replied. "Well I can say what I got to say right here babes, if you want everyone to know your business". I raised my eyebrows and then placed my hand on my flat stomach. "How did you find out?". She whispered, looking shocked. She grabbed me by the arm and lead me to the bike-park. "Do you think it's mine?" I asked abruptly. "I'm not sure Curtis". She replied, shyly. "Because you've fucked your way around town", I scoffed. "I am not THAT much of a slut" she said, realising her words were still an insulting admission of promiscuity. "But there's only two people I've had un-safe sex with". She admitted. "You, and..." She paused, "someone else". "Me, and Mr. Wilde". I said, still scoffing. "You better keep your fucking mouth shut, Curtis because Dennis would lose his job if people.." "Mr. Wilde would go to prison if people knew" I corrected her. "He's a sweet guy" she said dreamily. I kissed my teeth "So" I continued. "We gotta wait until the kid is born until we know whose it is?" "Yeah". She agreed. "It is due in February". "And until then?" I asked. "I'll call you if I need you". She smiled. "I still wanna fuck you babes". I said, offering a poor compliment. Amelia leaned in and kissed me on the cheek, and hurried off to meet her friends at the gate. During morning registration one of the year seven boys who I had been in detention with yesterday came in to my form and handed Mrs. Gambit a note. She read it, and announced. "Curtis, it appears that your presence is required in the Science office". "What for miss?" I asked. "That, I do not know, Curtis, off you go". I followed the year seven kid out of my form room and up the corridor. "What's your name, kid?". "Dale". He said, looking chuffed that I wanted to speak to him. "Fam, I can't get over what you did in detention yesterday, that was live". "You should have filmed it fam", I said putting my arm around Dale's shoulder as we walked up the corridor. "I was gonna, but I didn't know if you'd be mad at me filming you with your dick out". Dale said looking up at me. "I aint shy fam, I'm a fucking porn-star, look". I scrolled to a video of me and Amy Tucker, my 20 year old neighbour who is a former student of our school. Amy is another 'Amelia', a bit of a slut, but a nice girl nonetheless, although she is completely 'blonde' and dizzy, thick as shit. Dale watched with scrutiny as the video showed her sucking my dick for a few minutes before a close up of me entering her shaven pussy and banging her like an olympic gold-medalist. "Wow". He exclaimed. "That was hot, you got any more?". "Enough to keep this hard for a century" I said reaching down and grabbing his dick through his trousers. I could feel that it was hard. Small, but definitely hard. I laughed. It was clear that he did not know how to react to that, he was embarrassed, and perplexed, but didn't want to let it on. We reached the science office and I knocked the door. "Come in". Mr. Wilde said, from inside. I opened the door and walked in. Dalse attempted to follow me, but Mr. Wilde stopped him in his tracks. "Thank you Dale, you can go back to your form room now". We spudded fists, and he left. "How are you, Curtis?" He asked. I couldn't believe it, 'is this guy never gonna give up' I thought, 'did he seriously call me to his office to ask me how I was?'. I kissed my teeth, and without saying anything, I turned around and opened the door. "Hold it, Denton". He ordered. "Sir, with all due respect, could you get to the fucking point". I said rudely. "You did not sign up for the science trip to Glaxo Smith Klein, Curtis" "No sir, I didn't have the money at the time". I replied, wondering where this was going. "Somebody has dropped out at the last minute, and their place is available, free. I want you to fill the hole Curtis", He smiled at his double-meaning. "My sons are joining us, so it will be an excellent opportunity for you to 'get the ball rolling' as it were". "When is it sir?" I asked, trying not to sound overly interested. "We are leaving thursday morning and coming back on friday evening, what do you say?" "Put me in a room with your sons". I ordered. "Done". He handed me a consent form and asked me to get my mum to sign it, and return it to him in the morning. "Before you leave, is there any chance you could..." "Fuck off sir". I said angrily. "You have a hundred photos of me on your laptop sir, you can wank off to me anytime you want, but if you try it on with me again sir, I promise you, I will fuck up your life". And with that, I left his office and made my way to my first lesson. After school, I rushed home, wanting to check that mum was ok after her outburst in the morning, however she was not at home. Danilo confirmed that she was not home when he arrived back some time before 2pm. I tried calling her mobile, but it was switched off. I went back to her room and found all the little cut-outs of Marques glued neatly in a straight line along the walls at eye-level. About two hundred of them. The rest of the bits of photograph were nowhere to be seen. Eventually I found them in the kitchen bin. "What time did you leave this morning Dan?" I asked him "About half an hour after you, fam". "And, had mum calmed down?" I asked. "Not really bro, she kept ranting for ages, I kept out of her way tho". He confirmed. "Are you worried about her?". "Always, fam". "By the way, we can go see Marvin any time fam, he is expecting us". Danilo said excitedly. "Kewl, well holla when you wanna go fam". My phone pinged, it was a bbm message from Dwayne 'Sean is moving away from Keynsham!' He added a shocked face smilie. 'Dats a bit sudden innit' I replied. 'His parents have been arguing about it coz his mum don't wanna go fam, do you think his dad knows I fucked him?' 'No way fam' I explained 'Gary wants to leave because of ME fam' 'Oh, shit' Dwayne replied. 'When are they goin?" I asked. 'I dunno fam, I'll find out and ping u later'. 'Safe'. I replied I called Kemal. "Fam, It's Curtis, you aint seen my mum today have you?" "No bruv". He answered. "She gone missing again has she?" "Yeah fam! I beg u holla straight away if you see her". "Will do mate". An hour or so later, and still with no sign of mum, I grabbed a fiver from my wrap and Danilo and I piled into his sexy whip (car) and set off to meet Marvin. I must admit I felt like a gee, going to meet one of Bristol's biggest drug cartel bosses, and even though I'd never heard of him, it felt prestigious, even moreso that he was 'expecting me'. I was dressed smartly, in a pair of black jeans and limited edition black huarachi's, with a smart dark blue Ben Sherman shirt. I didn't know how to dress to meet a drug dealer, so I thought 'fuck it, I'll dress for Gamu's recital, and explain, that's why I'm dressed smart if any fucker asks'. "Fam". Danilo started, offering me some advise. "Don't say too much, he'll be evaluating every word". "Ok, thanks for the advice". I replied, starting to feel a little nervous. "Don't speak to anyone unless they speak to you first, and don't ask Marvin ANYTHING, it he wants you to know something, HE will tell YOU". "What about weights and prices and that" I asked. "Fam, YOU will be working for HIM, not the other way round" he reminded me, "He will tell you everything you need to know". When we arrived at the terraced house on St. Paul's 'frontline' in Bristol, I stood nervously waiting behind Danilo for the door to be answered. Eventually a young black woman answered, she looked rough, no make up, natty weave, and her face and legs could have done with a lick of Palmers (Cocoa Butter), her lips were black, and she was so thin she looked ill. She spudded Dan, and looked me up and down, ushering us both inside and pointing us up the stairs. The house looked plain from the outside, but was pimped up inside, flamboyantly decorated in typical caribbean style with ridiculously bright colours, On the stairs we passed three young children, two of them were just wearing nappies, and playing with a slinky, the third boy who was slightly older, maybe five or six was playing on an iPhone 5 was wearing black shorts and a red, green and yellow string vest. All three of them seemed to know Danilo, but didn't speak to him. They stared at me with intrigue. At the top of the stairs we turned into the corridor, and Danilo immediately knocked on the second door, obviously familiar with the routine. "Come". Even though the voice only uttered the one word, the strong Jamaican accent was clearly distinguishable. Marvin stood up from his rotating black leather office chair, turned to face me looking me slowly up and down, kissing his teeth slowly. He was tall and dark, with long dreadlocks like my fathers. He had several gold teeth and his eyes were so dark they were almost black. He was drawing on a large spliff. He turned to Danilo pointing at me "You bring me a muthafucking pickney?" "Yes boss". Danilo spoke surprisingly confidently. "I know your gonna like him boss". Marvin rustled around in his pocket looking for a key. He threw it to Danilo, who caught it. "Go and tek the last of your tings from da house, and leave da key wit Nanette. I go speak wit your boy Curtis, good-bye Dan". Danilo turned to leave, then broke his own advise, and piped up "I need to come back to pick up Curtis". "No fam, its ok, I'll see you at home, I'm going to meet a girl". Danilo looked at me as if to say 'are you sure?'. I nodded, and he left. "Danilo tells me you have a big dick" He looked serious, I wasn't sure whether to answer. Eventually he raised his eyebrows indicating that he did expect an answer. A thousand 'wrong answers' rushed into my mind, I wanted to say 'well, a squirrel has a big dick compared to Danilo', but he might not be impressed with my disloyalty, I wondered if he wanted me to show him my dick, but the implications of getting THAT wrong were too grave to consider, I thought about saying 'so all the girls say', but that seemed like a corny cliché, so I settled for simply saying. "Yes boss, I do". "How old are you, son?". He asked, passing his a lit spliff, wanting to see me draw from it. "14 boss" I inhaled professionally, impressing him as I passed it back. "Ok son, here's what we go do, Danilo already mek mi gwan promise to consider to give you a job, I know your story son, he told mi 'bout your mam, and how u need dis job fi tek care of she". I nodded. "So we go leave dis up to fate to decide, you an my son are 'bout da same age," Marvin explained. "You ca work for me, if your dick is bigger than my sons dick". 'This must be the strangest job interview the world has ever seen' I thought to myself. "Marlon!" Marvin shouted for his son. A handsome but yardie looking boy appeared, shorter than me, and with a thick head of foot-long dreadlocks. He was only wearing a pair of football shorts. His body was lean, not nearly as muscular as mine tho. "Marlon, tek your shorts down". His father commanded. I could tell it was with reluctance, but Marlon dared not disregard his fathers instruction, so staring at me, as through blaming me somehow for this, he pulled his shorts down, allowing them to drop to his ankles. His dick was uncut, like mine, and big, I was pretty certain that I was bigger, but my nerves had had a bit of a shrinking effect. "Your turn, son" he said to me. I undid my buckle, button and zip, lowered my jeans and boxers to the floor, and lifted up my shirt exposing my much thicker and very slightly longer heavy dick. "Fuck me" Marlon gasped. "Go and tek care of ur brothers, Marlon", Marvin said, satisfied that I was bigger. He looked at me and said "Get dressed". During the next thirty minutes Marvin told me how things were gonna work, I was to collect from him in ounce bags, 8th-of-an-ounce bags and 1gram bags, and sell them for £160, £25 and £10 respectively in Keynsham, Saltford and the surrounding villages and hamlets only. I would keep 10% plus anything I charged over the quoted amounts. I was not allowed to sell in Bristol or Bath or anywhere else. If I was ever caught, I was to claim the drugs were for personal use. If I lose any or if any gets stolen I will have to cover the loss myself. I am never to tell anyone who supplies me, or give out Marvin's name, address or any other information. I am never to run out of 'stock', and I will be expected to move on to pushing coke after 3 months trial selling weed. Marvin stretched out his hand to shake mine. I could not believe what was happening, I reached out and proudly shook the hand that had just became my new boss. 'Fuck me' I thought, 'I am officially a drug dealer!'. I wanted to tell the world, but Danilo would have to do for now. Marvin bent over and picked up a Nike shoulder bag from under his desk, he threw it at me, and I put it over my shoulder. "In dat bag der are ten one-ounce bags, twenty eighth-bags and fifty ten-bags, dat is £2600, your cut is £260 plus any extra you can mek, come back fi more with my £2340". He ordered. "But boss, you said I should not run out, so should I really wait until I have made £2340 to come and get more". "Never fuckin question me again white-bwoi". He motioned me to leave with a flick of his eyes. I'd never been called a 'white-boy' before, I dunno why I found it offensive, I have nothing against white people, I have white friends and of course a white mother, but for some reason, it grated on me harshly. I left the 'office' and descended the flight of stairs, passing the three unsupervised children again. The lady was no-where to be seen, so I let myself out. Marlon was sitting on the wall outside, still shirtless and bare-footed. He was smoking a spliff and listening to some grime on his ipod. "Impressive piece" he smirked. "You too" I flirted back, presenting him my clenched hand. We bumped fists. "So are u working for my father?" He asked. "You know I can't answer that fam". I joked. "Topman, topman" he responded. "I'm goin inside to babysit, you wanna finish this?" He asked, passing me his half-smoked blunt. I didn't really wanna smoke, but I didn't wanna look like a pussy either, so I took it, and drawed from it as I walked down the road, surrendering to the top quality high-grade. I called Danilo. "Bless fam, I'll be rolling in my own Audi TT soon fam". "Well done fam, I knew he'd like you". "Why did you tell him I had a big dick tho fam?" "I dunno bro, I was kinda shocked when I saw it this morning, and when I phoned him, it just came out, sorry dude". "It's calm man, anyway, we'll talk when I see u at home, send me a text to let me know if mum is in when you get back fam". "Will do". As I hung up the call with Danilo, another call came straight in... "Hello Dwayne, what you sayin? Shit, that rhymes". I laughed. "So, Sean and his parents have gone away for a few days already, apparently looking for houses up north where his grandparents live, they're on their way now". "Are they going by car?" "Nah, train fam" "And, how long ago did they leave bro?" I asked. "Literally within the last half hour fam, why?" "Coz I'm in Bristol bro, I might go wait for them at Temple Meads." "Kewl, let me know if anything happens fam". "Course fam". I answered, It was just gone seven-o-clock when I reached Temple Meads Station, but I was convinced I would have got there before them. I pinged Sean 'fam, I hear your going away, are u at the station yet?' He replied 'nearly, we're in a cab'. 'When u reach, meet me in the toilets by the main entrance, I'll be in the disabled toilet, knock twice and I'll let u in'. 'Kewl'. Twenty minutes later the knock came, I opened and let Sean inside. "Sorry I took long fam". I ignored his apology. "Why are you man leaving?". I asked, rhetorically, to see what he'd been told. "I dunno fam, dad just got in a piss and said we had to leave, he quit his job and everything". Sean explained. "Sean" I explained. "Your gonna be vex with me, and I beg you don't bait us out, but it is ME your dad is running from, because I fucked him, and now he is convinced that he is gay, and he can't handle it". "You fucked my dad?". He looked shocked. "Yeah fam, it was a one-off, at the school open day, when you went to watch the drama". I owned up. "So why does he think he's gay?" Sean asked ironically "I mean, Dwayne fucked my ass yesterday, but I don't think I'm gay". "Because your dad IS gay Sean" I explained. "But he doesn't want to admit it fam". "My dad's a prick bruv, I've always thought it". Sean admitted. "Curtis, I beg u let me suck your dick before I leave". "I would fam, but I promised your dad that I would not move to you". "Fuck him, Curtis". "I already have bruv". I laughed. "Sean!" Gary called from somewhere inside the gents toilets. "Our train is leaving in five minutes, where are you". Sean opened the door and snuck out. "OK dad, I'm done". He quickly washed his hands, and tried justifying to his dad what he was doing in the disabled toilet. My phone rang. Loudly. Would you believe it? It was Danilo. "I'll call you back in two mins fam" I hung up. The door opened and Gary hurled himself at me violently. "What the fuck were you doing in the toilet with my son?". He yelled. "Fuck off, you pervert, I was talking to him". I wrestled Gary to the wall and punched him in the side of his face. "Dad, we were talking, dats all man". Sean shouted. I punched Gary one more time in his stomach, severely winding him, and then I walked out of the cubicle saying to sean "So sorry fam" as I left the toilets. Sue, Gary's wife was standing outside the toilets looking at her watch. "Curtis" she said "what are you doing here?". I glanced back at the door I just came from and replied sarcastically "a piss". She laughed. I spoke quietly as I walked away "what are you doing with a waste of fucking homosexual space like Gary?". I know she heard me, but I did not look back to gauge her reaction, but something made me know that I would be hearing from Sue very soon. I called Danilo back. "Whassup fam?" "I was just phoning to say, she aint here bro". "OK mate, thanks for calling". I tried mums mobile again, it was still off. As I walked the ten minute walk to St. Mary Redcliffe Church to watch Gamu's recital, and to take my mind off worrying about mum, I contemplated how many fucking chances I'd passed up today... What was wrong with me?... First of all, Danilo and I wrestled this morning and that could have easily become a fuck-session. Then there was Dale, whose dick I grabbed in school, another easy lay. Mr. Wilde was gagging for me too, not that I would ever go there again. I dunno about Marvin, but his son Marlon is definitely up for some fun with me, and I'll be fucked if I did not just turn down a blow job from a ten-year-old. 'I must be losing my edge' I thought, before remembering that I was carrying over two-and-a-half grand's worth of drugs casually into Bristol's second biggest church after just beating up a pussyole in the disabled toilets. 'Your still a gee fam' I said to myself. The recital was amazing. Its not the sort of thing I would normally ever have gone to if not for wanting to wifey Gamu, but I'm so glad I did, it opened my eyes to a different world. The classical music was beautifully relaxing and Gamu played her violin so perfectly I was gassed. I looked around for her father, but I couldn't see anyone that fit the bill. In fact Gamu and I were the only two black people in there. When the concert finished, she ran up to me and threw her arms round me, kissing me on the cheek. "You came!!!" "I would not have missed this for the world, babes". I said honestly. "This was amazing, you were amazing, YOU, were amazing". I was lost for words. "Aww thank you babes" she said, letting go of me. "Where's your dad?". I asked. "I have to call him now, and he'll come and get me". She said, as she did so. "He'll be 20 mins, follow me". She said as she skipped off along a cloister. 'The only girl in the world I would take orders from' I thought as I followed her up the cloister and into a room where she had stored her violin case and school bag. There were two other girls in the room, who giggled at Gamu's obvious pride at bringing me into 'their room'. "Wassup ladies" I said. They giggled more stupidly. After a while I realised that these girls were ridiculing Gamu, they had made no attempt to speak to her, nor her, they. Eventually one of them spoke up "Is this, BOY, your brother, Gamooopychoopy" she giggled, taking the piss. Gamu looked away, embarrassed. 'Nah, I aint having this' I thought to myself, 'Nobody is disrespecting my Gamu. I addressed the same girl, but pointed at her friend. "Is this, BITCH, your dyke?". Gamu laughed out loud. "Tell your brother to apologise" the girl commanded Gamu. "I am not her brother". I confirmed, "I am her man". I put my arm around Gamu's waist and pulled her in for a kiss. As it was our first kiss, and there was an audience, and not the most romantic of situations, I was going to keep it short, just enough to convince the bitches. But Gamu melted into my lips, and the kiss became a dance. When our lips met, they greeted each other like long-lost lovers. My hand held her back close into my body. Her eyes were closed. This was different, special. I looked over and tweedle-dum and tweedle-dee "so fuck off then", I ordered. They rushed out of the room carrying their Cello's and muttering under their breath. "I had hoped our first kiss would have been a little more private". I said apologetically. "Except, this was not our first kiss". Gamu smiled. "I've been kissing you in my mind ever since you dropped Dwayne home on Friday". We kissed again, I rested my hands on the top of her ass, but made no attempt to take things any further. She was too special to spoil. "I better go outside and wait for my Father, I don't want him to come looking for me". She said. I followed her out into the cloisters and watched her as she walked up the nave and out the main doors. I sat for fifteen minutes to be sure that her father had collected her before making my way to the bus station. I boarded the Badgerline bus which stops at Keynsham on its way to Bath and sat down in the back row. There were only a few other people on the bus, one of whom, a good-looking white man in his 30's kept looking round at me and was behaving as though he were trying to get my attention, but never making it clear why. After five minutes or so, he moved to the seat in front of me. "Wassup mate?". I asked him "Do you know where I can get any weed?" He asked. I was vaguely amused because he was only asking me this because I am black, and yet, here I am fulfilling the stereotype. "How much do you want?" I asked, hoping to get my first sale, not exactly in Keynsham, but close enough. "An ounce" he said. "Or half, or even an eighth if you haven't..." I interrupted him, "I have an ounce on me, I can do it for £250". Marking my price up mightily. "I usually get it for around £200". He said. "Well", I boasted, "I'm shotting GOOD shit mate, but I'll do it for £200 if you suck my dick". "I'm not a fag" he protested. "I know that mate". I softened him up, while undoing my jeans again, hopefully this time to actually get some action. I pulled them down to my knees and lifted the hem of my shirt above my dick revealing myself to the dude. He was fairly tidy, the smart-casual type with black trousers and an expensive looking shirt on. He had short brown hair, and brown eyes, he was tanned, and well groomed. I could almost feel his deliberations in the atmosphere. "Make your mind up fam, I'm getting off in Keynsham, that's like three stops". "Me too, kid", he said as he knelt down between my legs in the aisle, and tentatively moved his face towards my hard dick. "I've never done this before". He said. "Me neither". I lied as I put my hand on his head and pushed it down onto my waiting dick. He opened his lips and swallowed as much as he could of my shaft. His tongue explored the shaft as his lips moved up and down on it. I moaned to let him know it felt good, and to encourage him to go on. I realised that perhaps I had moaned a little too loud as several of the other passengers were straining their necks to try and see what was going on, the cock-sucker was thankfully ignorant of the attention we were receiving as his head continued to bob up and down, as he learned to take more and more of my thick shaft. The bus pulled up at our stop. I held my trousers up and shuffled off the bus, to a few 'tuts' and mutterings. "You need to finish the job mate" I exclaimed. "We can't go to my house kid, coz my missus is there, and besides, my jaw is aching now". I walked inside the bus-stop shelter, it was one of those old stone ones with walls on three sides and a stone roof, with a wooden seat inside. "Mate, I know your not gay, and nor am I by the way, so this is a one-off. But I'm horny, and you want discount weed, so this is how were gonna seal the deal. I moved him to the stone wall, and lifted his two hands up to rest on the wall. I stood behind him and reached my hands around his waist, undoing his trousers. They fell to the floor, closely followed by his boxer-trunks. "Your not gonna fuck me mate". He said half questioning. "Keep telling yourself that mate" I said as I let go of my jeans and boxers and slid my fucking hard dick in the crack of his ass. "Relax, or this will hurt", I explained. "Relax, and push out ur muscles". He 'pushed' with such effort, such fear of pain, that my dick slid quite easily inside him, lubricated by precum and saliva I began to pump his ass. "Oh shit!!!" He cried "this hurts like fuck". "Now you understand that expression" I jested as I pounded deep inside his ass. I wrapped my arms around his waist, sliding one hand up inside his shirt and staking hold of his erect nipple, squeezing it tightly as I continued banging his ass. "Fuck ME!!!!!". He cried out in pain I lowered my hands and held on to his hips raising my pelvis higher with every thrust. I could feel the pre-cum oozing out of my dick enabling me to slide further out of him as it greased up my dick, which in turn enabled me to pound him harder and deeper as he cried out in pain. "Stop mate". He pleaded. I continued banging him furiously, ignoring his request, aware that I was about to cum. "Ahhhhhhhh" he screamed as he felt my cum erupt deep inside him. I held him tight as my dick throbbed in him. Once the last drop was emitted I pulled out and pulled up my trousers. "Thanks mate". I opened my bag and got out my very first ounce of weed. The man opened his wallet and gave me £200 in twenty pound notes. "£200 is our price from now on yeah? But I ain't doing THAT again". I gave him my number and we went our separate ways. 'What a sale' I thought, that's £134 for Marvin and £66 for me, what a mug'. I took my phone out my pocket and sent a broadcast on bbm to everyone that would not snake me for shotting weed, about 150 people, saying '10bags in school tomorrow, call or ping to reserve'. Instantly a few pings came in placing 'orders'. I had received a text from Gamu too. 'Thanks so much for coming today, mummy says I can come and watch you train tomorrow, as long as I am home before 10pm xxxxx' I replied 'Great, shall I meet you in Bristol then, at the bus station at 5pm xxxxx' 'Perfect, see u tomrw xxxxx' When I reached home I filled Danilo in on the details of my meeting with Marvin as well as my rendez-vous with Gamu. There was still no sign of mum however, and to be honest it was getting more than slightly worrying, but there is no way I was calling the police. I said a quick prayer asking God to watch out for her, and texted Jaydon asking him to pray the same. I rolled up the £200 starting a second money wrap, and stuffed it up the back of the radiator next to the wrap of £1080. I tipped the bags of weed onto my bed, counting them back into the bag, to make sure there was the amount that Marvin had said there was, pleased to find everything in order. 'Oh shit' I remembered that I had to get mum to sign a consent form. 'Never mind, I can forge it if I have to' I told myself, still not sure if I really wanted to go on the fucking trip anyway. I made myself a quick snack, and spent thirty minutes doing my French homework, before dragging myself to bed, I wrapped my fingers around my flaccid dick and said 'see fam, I told you it would be worth thje wait'. ----------------------------- Chapter 12 will follow soon, please email marcusdacosta@hotmail.co.uk to let me know your thoughts on how the story is going.