"Or maybe he wants to have a little black in him." Maybe he wanna watch." He gave a crooked grin. "Marcus, chill." My dealer responded, not breaking stride. The guy sliding down her throat looked over at me nonchalantly and said, "Yo, white boy, we ain't done yet." There was my girl choking down some colored boy's dick while another, my fucking weed dealer, was taking her from behind. I opened the door and couldn't believe my eyes. I got hard thinking of her playing with that kitty, and me catching her. I stormed out, and was slinking in when I heard my girl moaning. I was living the good life at twenty five till I mouthed off to the owner one too many times. I ain't got a lick of hair on me sides the usual places. I'm about five nine, got a nice ball player build, all-star varsity, baby. I always wear scruff till she makes me shave it off. She don't give me head though, says my seven inch one eyed serpent tastes nasty. I like to have fun during my free time, not go to school. I work hard enough at my eight to five down at the garage. I moved out my parent's house as soon as that diploma hit my hand. For me, a typical Friday and Saturday night was grabbing a case of beer, smoking up some bud, and getting into all sorts of trouble.
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