In Love with a Thug (17 page)

 

I could hear the music as soon as I turned the corner of Fifty-eighth Street. The sounds of Sean Paul filled the rooms of a house that must've been Ms. Bernice's. Before stopping and parking I drove past the house to see if I saw Bryant. There he was standing on the porch holding a paper cup, putting it up to his lips. He turned around to notice me as I got out the car and began to walk toward the front of the house.

“Hol' up, y'all, that's my nigga. I'll be right back,” he said, taking a stroll down the steps sporting nothing more than the usual: a wife beater, denim capris, and a pair of black-and-white Air Jordans.

“What's up, Baby?” he asked in a low tone so his boys in the background didn't hear him. I batted my eyes like a cunt.

“I'm good,” I said. I was still kind of high from the laced blunt that I'd smoked earlier after leaving my parents' house.

“That's good. I'm glad you could come. Let's find somewhere to park.” He hopped into the car as I drove down the street to look for a space. Once he was inside the car he looked around to see if anyone had seen us. He leaned over and kissed me like he owned these lips. I sucked the Budweiser of his tongue as I kissed him some more.

“Here's a parking space,” he said, pointing to an empty spot at the corner of the block.

“Damn, my baby got skills,” he said referring to me backing into the spot. I smiled.

“I know. My fath…I mean, my uncle taught me how to park before he died,” I said, referring to Father Tyrell. We both stepped out of the car in unison.

“Come on, I want you to meet my grandmother,” he said excitedly.

“I already met her, remember, when I had to bail your ass out,” I teased.

“Oh, yeah, that's right. You did come through for a nigga.” We walked down the street to Ms. Bernice's house. I closed my eyes and let the cool air hit my face as my high was beginning to fade away.

“Don't worry, J.J. I got you covered,” he said, taking a handful of Ecstasy pills from his pocket. “I'm salty as shit that the cops ran up in your crib and took my shit though, but don't worry. Someone is working on that fa' me.”

By the time we got to Ms. Bernice's step everyone had scattered to the inside of the house.

“Ayo, J, my seed is blinded for the rest of her life, man. She's sitting in there with my grams. She vowed to never leave her side,” Bryant explained before we walked up the steps and into the house.

The house was extremely decorated to fit this type of occasion. It saddened me to know that Rain would never see this. She would never get the chance to see her father's face again. There were balloons everywhere from the floor to the ceiling, and a lot of people from aunts and uncles to friends and neighbors.

The music played steadily as Bryant introduced me to all his cousins and his nieces and nephews. Of course he introduced me to everybody as his bull. I followed him into the dining room where Ms. Bernice sat at a table wearing a long housecoat bouncing Rain up and down on her knee.

“Hey, Baby,” said Ms. Bernice as I greeted her with a kiss on her cheek. Rain laid her head down closely on her great-grandmother's chest with two sterile white gauze pads taped over each eye and two fingers in her mouth. I planted a kiss on her cheek as well.

“Who dat?” she asked, lifting her head from her great-grandmother's bosom. Ms. Bernice smiled.

“Ohh, Baby, that's a good friend of your daddy's.” She placed Rain's head back down as she kissed her forehead and lay her head on top of hers.

“C'mon, let's go into the kitchen,” said Bryant as I followed behind him.

“You want a beer?” he asked, digging into a cooler and pulling out a longneck Budweiser before I could respond.

“Sure.” I looked around for a bottle opener.

“Here, this is how the real niggas do it.” Bryant snatched the bottle from my hand and twisted the cap off with his teeth.

“Gee, thanks,” I said as I took my first guzzle.

 

“
Rock—steady, steady rockin' all night long,”
sang the Whispers as I later started my fourth bottle of Bud.

“Here, eat this,” Bryant demanded as he dropped four pills into my hands. I tossed all the pills into my mouth at once and chased it with my freshly opened bottle of Bud. I bobbed my head to the music as people were walking in and out of the front door giving Bryant and Ms. Bernice their blessings.

“Hey, B, what's up?” said a caramel-complexioned girl as she gave Bryant a hug. She then looked directly into my face. “Hello,” she greeted cheerfully. Then she turned her head back toward Bryant as their eyes connected and gave him a nod. He held his beer in the air as if they were sharing a toast. He took a long downer, drinking almost half the bottle, as she walked back into the other room.

“And who was that, might I ask?” I hissed, folding my arms to my chest.

“C'mon, J, that's a girl from up the street. Her and my sister grew up together.” I began to get a flashback but all I could see was darkness. The pills were doing something to me. “Haven't I seen her somewhere before?”

My mind became blurry as I tried to think of where I'd seen her but all I could picture was Darnell.

As the people started to leave the party the Ecstasy pills were starting to set in. Ms. Bernice had turned off the music and begun to put the food away in the kitchen.

“You want some orange juice?” Bryant asked.

“Yes, please, I'm very thirsty,” I pulled the collar of my shirt because I was starting to get hot.

“Here you go, Baby,” said Ms. Bernice as she handed me the glass of O.J. I took the glass and drank the juice at full speed.

“Grandma, I'll take care of this. You can take Rain and go ahead upstairs and get some rest,” he said, kissing his grandmother on the cheek.

“Are you sure? I don't want to leave this all for you,” she said, preparing to leave the kitchen.

“Yeah, Grandma, I got this and if I need some help I'm sure Loretta will help me when she comes in.” A sharp pain shot straight to the front of my head.

“Bryant, I don't think I feel too well,” I said, trying to get up from the table.

“Baby, you're gonna be okay. That's just those E pills taking effect,” said Bryant walking from the kitchen where Ms. Bernice was.

Ms. Bernice grabbed Rain's hand as they both went upstairs. The pain in my head became more intense. I stood up and grabbed onto Bryant's shoulder and put my arms around his neck. I was feeling a little faint. That's when someone else grabbed me from behind.

 

The room was dark when Greg laid another E pill in between my lips. My dick immediately got hard as Bryant squatted down in front of me and began unbuckling my pants. Greg and I began to kiss passionately like I had never kissed a man before.

He started to suck on my neck as Bryant deep-throated my member in and out of his mouth. I grabbed the back of his head and began to fuck his face as Greg began to lick my nipple while fondling the other. Bryant pulled back from my dick, then began to lick his way around to my man pussy. I bent over like Superhead as he licked in and out of my hole. Greg now took his turn and swallowed my meat like tonight's dinner.

Greg gently laid me down on the kitchen floor as I continued to pump his throat. Man, did this shit feel good. My mind was taken over by two of the sexiest men that had ever walked the streets of Philadelphia. I moaned softly when Bryant began to dip his pole into my mouth. The taste of a hard dick was like heaven. While I dicked the shit out of Greg, Bryant was dicking the shit out of me.

I licked my lips hard because I knew if Greg wouldn't stop eating the shit out of me, then I would soon bust all in his gums.

Greg anxiously lifted me up from the floor and turned me around as I stood on all fours. He forcefully began to penetrate me from the back in a doggy-style position as I continued to suck on Bryant's sausage. Greg smacked my ass cheeks as he entered me from the back. I licked around Bryant's dick and sucked his hair sac like I suck on ice cubes.

“Aww shit,” said Bryant as he pulled his muscle from my mouth and busted all over my face. Then he began to massage his cream into my skin with his dick before placing it back into my mouth for me to taste his cherries.

On the other end Greg went to work while tearing up my insides. I could only do but so much moaning while I still had Bryant's member down my throat. He grabbed the back of my head and forced his dick into my mouth and as the head poked my uvula he blew in mid stroke as my jaw locked. Greg then pulled out from behind me and busted his white piss all over my back. I swallowed Bryant's sperm deeply as I let it land in the pit of my stomach and was very appreciative, as Bryant did not only let me have him for this special occasion but his boy, too.

The next morning I woke up to the smell of bacon, eggs, French toast, ham, and whatever else Ms. Bernice was cooking in the kitchen. I lifted my head from the pillow and looked around the room to see posters of naked women, and motorcycles. I also saw steps that led upstairs to the kitchen, which meant that I was in someone's basement. The door opened as Ms. Bernice yelled from the top of the stairs.

“Are y'all hungry?” she asked as Bryant began to squirm, lying on top of the cover in nothing but his boxers and a do-rag.

“Yeah, Grams, we'll be up in a minute,” Bryant responded, trying to open his pretty eyes.

“What's up, Baby?” he asked as the insides of my heart melted. I rubbed my hand over his hairy chest. I laid my head down on his chest, noticing his pretty toes that seemed to be hairy as well, like the rest of his fine body.

“Did you have fun last night?” he asked, rubbing my shoulder. “I see you met my little cousin.”

“Your little cousin who?”

“Greg! That nigga that you let your back out,” he said, leaning over and sparking up a blunt.

“You mean to tell me that I wasn't dreaming?” I asked in shock.

He blew the smoke into my face. “Fuck no, you wasn't dreaming. You let that nigga nut all over your back. I should fuck you up for that shit. I didn't even nut on ya back and you let that punkass nigga do some shit like that to you. As a matter of fact, get the fuck out!” he demanded.

I jumped up from the bed. “Bryant, you
can't
be serious,” I exclaimed, noticing the anger beginning to run through his blood.

He jumped up from the bed, letting his member fall out from the slit of his boxers.

“Ayo, Grandma, can you close the door?” he hollered upstairs as Ms. Bernice did exactly what she was asked. He stormed closer to me as I jumped back because I really didn't wanna know how it felt to have those flexed fists go upside my head.

“Look, I already fucked him up, don't make me beat ya ass, too.”

“But, Bryant, you were fucking me also!” I yelled.

He tightened his lips and balled up his right fist. “Keep ya fuckin' mouth shut, bitch. I was drunk and so was he. I can't believe you let a nigga other than me fuck you in my kitchen.” His fist flew across the side of my face, causing me to fall and hit my head on the side of the dresser.

I held my hand over my burning face as he came up to me and kicked me in my ribs.

“Stop!” I yelled as my eyes began to fill up with tears. I couldn't believe what Bryant was doing to me in the basement of his grandmother's home.

“Get the fuck up and get out my house,” he said as I lay there in excruciating pain. “Now,” he yelled. The basement door opened.

“Bryant Thompson, what's going on down there?” Ms. Bernice asked.

“Nothing, Grandma, I'm just getting a few things off my chest. I'll be up in a minute,” he replied without taking his furious eyes off me and flexing his muscles with a closed fist.

“Well, y'all better hurry up before this food gets cold,” she said before she slammed the door harder than she did earlier. No one could hear me scream.

He ran over to me in an act to hit me again but stopped in mid swing as I held my hand to cover my face.

“I see you're one of them dumb faggots that will stay with a man at any cost, huh? I could beat you, fuck you, piss on you, and your dumb ass would still be there.” He didn't take his eyes off me. “Now this is the last time that I'm gonna say this: Get the fuck out of my house.”

“Okay, I'm leaving but please don't hit me no more,” I said, getting up and taking my clothes from the arm of the chair. For the last time, he cocked his fist back and this time it landed directly in my eye. I tumbled across the chair and the nightstand from the impact of the blow. I lay there holding my throbbing face and eye. I was trying not to cry because it would make my eye hurt worse.

“What the fuck, you're not listening to me,” he grunted as he grabbed the back of my neck and squeezed. I cried out for help but no one could hear me.

“Alright, I'm leaving. I'm leaving,” I moaned.