2nd Ave

I remember when my pops left, out there on the block or behind them blocks. It was hard out there, my momma did the best she could but somebody had to get out there and go get it. I was tired of going to sleep hungry, and I know my brothers and sisters were too. I followed my Pops right out there to that very same block.

By this time my Dad had been in jail for six years with 34 more to go. I had long been the man of the house. And what do grown men do, we multiply. Now it's me, my momma, my two brothers and two sisters and my twins living in a three bedroom apartment. I had to step my hustle up. I was selling everything the pharmacy sold. Anything you needed, you pull up on me.

I'm proud to say I got my momma up out the hood, used that money to buy her a house out that shit. Left my two daughters there with her and got me a place not too far from the block. I couldn't be too far from my money.

My clientele was extensive, but mainly people from around the way, like your friendly neighborhood crackhead, your downstairs weedhead, shit like that. I had this one stripper bitch I was banging out whenever she wanted some pills. Her body is so magnificent and that pussy even better. I was thinking about making that bitch my next baby mama on some real shit.

That was until this nigga came yanking open my car door and her throat clean off my dick. “What the fuck you doing !?” I heard him yell. “Sucking dick for a couple perks.” I laughed as I pulled off. I didn't even get to see who the dude was, shit when he slammed the door, I just pulled off. I figured it was her nigga or something close. I didn't see her for a minute after that.

I had this one nigga who was on Molly, always come knocking on my door at 3am looking for a hit. I would always wake up and get the door for him, he somehow had an endless stream of money. I knew that knock and up I would jump.

Ms. Nita was a crackhead, she was going to come morning, noon, or night. She was coming for her rock. I remember seeing her fight another fiend for a $5 stone. She beat her as and nearly cut the lady's throat. Reminded me of how shit gets crazy out here in these streets. She was actually the reason I ran back into my stripper bitch, she had snatched her purse and tried to sell me the entire purse for a rock. When I looked through the purse I noticed it was her shit and I had to hit her up to return the shit.

I ain't go lie I was excited as fuck that she was coming through, I had done bought a bottle, pop a pill and I was ready to dig in her shit. Dick standing on end!

When she knocked on the door, I took my time to answer. I didn't want her to think I was too eager. I opened the door and there she stood, in this body gripping cotton dress. My dick almost exploded. She stuck her hand out. “Hey, you have my purse?” She asked, standing in the doorway. I stood there staring at her, confused. I didn't understand why she wasn't coming in.

“Come in.” I told her as I walked away from the door. I looked back and she just was there giving me this glare. “I can't, someone waiting for me in the car.”

I quickly snapped back, “So what, bring yo ass on in girl, stop playing.”

“Skeeter come on, you know I would but my nigga in the car and that nigga be tripping. He already trying to figure out how my purse got stolen and shit.” She said, which made me wonder my fucking self. I grabbed her purse out my room and handed it to her. Saying, “You sure you can't slip innnnn…?” She smiled at me, before saying “Come by the club early tomorrow.” Then walked off, her ass cheeks body slamming against each other in that dress. I just bit my lip and slipped my head back in the door.

I looked down at my shit, hard and long. Wondering, ‘What the fuck was I going to do now!”

I walked back to my room, with intentions of beating the skin of my shit and just going to sleep. But as soon as I stepped through the bedroom door, there was a knock on the door. I twisted around, nearly sprung my ankle as I sprinted to the door, hoping it was my stripper bitch; maybe she told her man “Fuck you! I'm fuckin Skeet!”

I snatched the door open, I was excited as fuck! Then let out a deep breath… In disappointment . It was fucking Boe Boe! He used to sell and shit but got fucked up on Molly after he did 7 years in prison, and now I be busting him up. But not today, “I ain't got shit, Boa!” I said with anger! This was the wrong time for him to be at my damn door. I wanted a stripper not a Molly head. I slammed the door in his face and I watched through my blinds as he  turned off, looking all sad and shit then started walking towards the steps.

It must have been that pill fucking with my head cuz my eyes glided down his off-white tank top, to the lip of his Star wars pajamas pants. I watched him walk off, and for the first time ever! I noticed that Boa Boa had a little bit of ass trailing behind him. I shook my head, thinking “Na boy, you trippin.. I shut the blinds but quickly found myself about to peek through blinds yet instead I snatched the door open and whistled for him to come back.

He quickly diverted course, making a quick dash to my door. Once there, I glanced him over and his body was tight. ‘Probably from all the walking and not eating.’ I thought to myself before I asked him, “How much are you trying to get?”

“Skeet I got five.” I looked back at him,and took a deep inhale. “Boa, I only got $20s. That's why I told you I ain't have none. “Damn Bro, you can't do nothing for the five.” He asked me real quick! I sucked my teeth and walked off from my doorway. I wandered back into my room, then stuck my head out, “Come in, and close my door.”

I watched him stand there frozen, as though he couldn't believe I had invited him into my house. “You heard me?!” I yelled out plundering on my dresser that sat right next to my bedroom door.

I found a chuck of molly then broke a small piece off it then walked back into the living room. “Let me see the five.” I demanded as I stuck my hand out. He handed me the money and I gave him a white pill size of his drug. Immediately, Boa started towards the door, he stopped short of gripping the handle when I voiced, “You can spark up over there.” Pointing at the couch.

Without hesitation, Boa Boa, slid over and flopped down on my couch, crushed up his Molly on my coffee table and lit it up in a pipe he pulled out his pocket. I sat at my kitchen table, rolling me a joint in the dimly lit space. Boa Boa looked over at me. “This is some good shit.” He mumbled and I chuckled “Oh yeah?”

I finished rolling up then relocated to the couch as Boa Boa took another hit of his crystalized powder, then slowly laid back whispering, “Damn.”

I lit my blunt and let the smoke fill my lungs before releasing it into the air. From the first hit I could feel my dick twitch. I ain't go lie . I reached down and started running on my shit through my shorts.

Boa took another hit and I told him to “Smoke that shit.” “Shit I am, it's about gone.” He responded softly. Right then I felt like I should make my proposition.

“Boa?” I said sternly, at the same time pulling my meat from under my  basketball shorts. “Yeah Skeet” Boa answered, his cloudy eyes immediately latching on to my exposed dick.

“Brooo. What's up? What you doing?!” He said looking at me lost, as he stood up from the couch. “I'm trying to see if you want this Molly.” I said pulling the drug out my pocket. I could see his mouth watering for it but instead it said,”Na Skeet I ain't doing all that for no Molly bro. What you on? What's in that weed?” Boa Boa said point ain't my joint.

“Ain't shit in my blunt nigga!” I told him a bit more aggressive than I intended. “I was just trying to see if you wanted the rest of this right here.” I spoke enticingly, waving Molly in the air; you should have seen how his eyes followed the invisible trail. “I do but not for what you asking.” He explained and I quickly countered, “I ask you to do shit.” He stood there quiet, looking like he was trying to process an answer.

“So why did you pull your dick out?” Boa asked, looking down at my hard dick, then back up into my face. “Shit I had popped some shit and I guess it's starting to kick in. This lil hoe was supposed to come through. Shit I thought you were her knocking.”

Right then Boa let out a sigh of relief before telling me, “I thought you wanted me to suck your dick or some shit like that.” We both laughed, me with my phone in my hand. I looked up from my phone, “Fuck!” I said, placing my phone face down on the table.

Boa looked at me, concerned. “Man this is hoe talking about, she ain't sliding through.” I told him before he could ask. “”Damn bro.” He said before he took his last hit standing by my door. I walked in my room and broke another piece of molly in half then walked out my room and placed it on the table next to my phone. His eyes immediately farted to the piece of Molly sitting on the table.

They grew when I placed the second piece next to it on the table and I pulled my chair out and proceeded to sit down at the table with my legs spread out. I flipped my dick out my shorts and looked up at him with a grin telling him, “I won't tell nobody.”

Boa sucked his teeth hard as fuck. “Skeet, I'll pay you the money tomorrow, but come on cuz. Don't make me do that.” He expressed to me, I wasn't moved. I sat, smoking my joint, pendling my dick back and forth.

‘Skeet!” He pleaded out with his hand on the door knob. He eventually opened the door and walked out. I didn't budge. I sat there and continued to smoke. A minute or two later, the door slowly opened, and in crept Boa. “Skeet, I have known you since you was a jit. Your pop raised a nigga.” I shook my head in agreement, all while still waving my dick at him. “Lock the door.” I told him, putting my joint out on the ashtray sitting next to my gun.

“What..?” He mumbled looking back at the door then me, his arms folded over his chest and his ass standing there in front of the door, with desperation painted on his face.

“Lock the door and come here.” I said with some bass in my voice. At first he didn't budge but soon I watched his arms fall to his side then he turned and flipped the dead bolt on the door. Boa then stomped his way in front of me.

“Yeah Skeet, I'll have the money for you tomorrow in the morning.” He said when he reached me. I reached for my joint and relit it.

“Get down.” I told him as the flame flickered inches from my nose. “Where?” He asked, playing stupid.

I looked down in front of me then up to him, then took a pull from my blunt. “Ske…” he started to say but I stopped him. “Down.”

This time there wasn't any lip, he looked over at the molly then back to me, then started his descent.

I grabbed this black towel sitting on the chair behind me and placed it over his head once he was on his knees. “What's that for?” Boa asked but I didn't answer him, instead I took my fitted cap and put it over his head. Now he looked like he had a black wig on. My dick jumped, causing me to grab his head and pull his face closer to my dick. He pulled his face away, and I yanked his head back in place. “Open up.” I told him and he obeyed. Boa started eating my dick up as I sat there wide legged at my kitchen table.

His mouth slowly gliding around my head, I could feel his tongue gently roll under the top, making my leg twitch. “Fuck.” I grumbled, looking down into his closed eyes. I grasped the hat on his head, trying to force feed him a couple inches more, but he resisted. “Stop playing.” I said pulling his cranium out my lap and slapping him softly on the jaw. I eventually reached over and broke up some of the molly, after that I forced it in mouth then gave him a shot of Remy from the bottle sitting on the table.

“You want more, than get me right.” I told Boa blankly. I watched as his pupils dilated and his body readjust. Then he took my dick back into his mouth, slowly dropping his head back onto mine and then went to eating my shit. That Molly opened him up for real. Boa was throwing neck in my lap like he was an experienced porn star. My lap was wet the fuck up.

I inhaled my joint and watched this makeshift bitch gobble up all my dick. Boa was chewing a nigga up the greatest way. Impaling his throat with over half my dick, rubbing on my balls and all kinda shit..

My gaze wondered down the small of his back, and I watched that nigga ass wiggle in his boxers everytime he coughed my dick out his neck. ‘I needed it.’ My mind told itself. I pushed his head deep down on my dick with my left hand, then trailed my other down his back until I was gripping a heap of Boas’ left ass cheek, then wobbled his shit. My pipe grew ten times harder in the man's throat. I was worried I had broken his jaw. With all my dick in his fucking mouth.

“Uh uh.” He murmured, swaying his hips as he tried to shake my hand loose. That just made me want some badder. I forced his head further into my lap, and felt myself slip into his back throat cavity. “Whoa!!! Give me...” I cried out clutching his head with both hands, slowly digging back into that spot in his mouth I longed for once again. I found it, “Righttt there.” I groaned as I moved deeper. “Yeah. Bro, right there.” I moaned out, bobbing his voice box on my crown, I cried out in pleasure feeling his dangly thing massaging against the top of my dick. I yanked out his mouth and watched him hack up slob all on my floor. I leaned back, chuckling while he heaved, crawling around all over the floor.

I stood up from my chair then helped him to his feet. I sat him on my chair, then told him to get some, pointing to the powdered molly on the table. Boa took a big hit then laid back in the chair. I gave him two shots. Then walked over to the couch, taking the drugs with me; Boa saw and followed.

“Let me get that.” Boa asked, sitting next to me on the couch. I lit up my blunt and took an inhale. “Did you earn it?” I replied. Then stood up in front of him and asked again. “Did you earn the shit?” He shook his head ‘Yes.’ I chuckled, now high as fuck, then pressed my dick up against his lips.

“Here.” I said leaning over. Handing him a Molly blunt, he wasted no time lighting it right in front of me, and a strange but familiar odor began to fill the air. After his second intake, his jaw dropped open and I was back fucking his chest.

This time he was getting into, trying tricks and shit. That shit was either opening him up or he was trying to earn those slabs over there. Either way I felt like I should open him up.

I gave him another hit of straight Molly, then walked over and got the bottle of liquor. I heard him shuffle, but I didn't look back. I grabbed the bottle and made my way back in front of him. Pouring two shots into his mouth once more. I immediately noticed one of the small piece missing

But I didn't say a word. I went back to work between his jaws, with one hand latched to his skull; my dick gliding over his tongue, nudging the entrance to his throat. “You gotta earn it.” I told him, rubbing his bottom lips as my meat pierced above it. By this time Boa was fucked up high, so I decided it was time for him to take another hit.

I fed him his candy and went back to stuffing his lips. I was entranced as his lower back flexed, and crack on f his ass peeked through. I stepped back out his mouth then reached down, sliding my hand down his back and into his boxers gripping a heap of ass. He jumped, pushing me back away from him. “Bruh, what are you doing?” Boa asked me clearly, staring me in my face. “I'm trying to fuck.” I told him, stroking my dick right there in his face. He attempted to stand up. Talking about, “I ain't…” My stiff arm shortened his statement. He fell back on the couch, looking up at me shocked as I swooped down between his chocolate thighs. I yanked his ass up on that couch, lifting his legs above his ears.

“Wait! Wait! Wait! What the fuck you doing man!” He yelled out to me in my face. “Just chill, I'm bout to give you a hit.” I laughed as I took my wet dick head and slowly tried to enter inside him. “Na Skeet, you ain't say all this man.” He said with a drawl. “Shut the fuck up.” I told him, pulling my dick back, and taking a glob of spit and working it into his ass. I took another two globs and did my best to coat my dick.

“You gotta work for that M u stole.” I demanded looking down into his face. “I didn't… “ He started to say then just stopped as I strong armed him back onto the couch. Grabbing his flailing legs.

Repositioning them around my waist, as I slid down off the couch onto my knees, I could feel the grains of sand and dirt dig into the skin of my knees. I let his ass hang over the lip of the seat, gaped open as I tried to slip my way inside him.

I managed to pop my head in, Boa jumped and he let out a soft groan, while pushing back on my stomach. I readjusted his body, pulling him in closer to me at the same time pushing inside him deeper.

My toes curled in my socks as I felt his intestinal walls lock on and squeeze itself around the head of my dick.

“Wait! Wait!” He begged, beat his hand against my arm. But there was no way I was coming out of him. Not the way his bootyhole clung to my dick just below my mushroom. The way my mouth hung open as I explore deeper inside Boa.

Waves of utter euphoria traveled from my dick up my spine, sending shivers throughout my body. I want to go in a bit farther, I had too. I cuffed his legs, lifting them up to my shoulders. I leaned in, pushing his knees towards his chest, at the same time, burrowing dick into Boas' belly.

I needed to open him up more so I could enjoy him the way I wanted. Without pulling out of him, I grabbed his pipe and a nugget of Molly, duh around the couch for the lighter before pressing the pipe against his lips and lit the pebble size nug. As he inhaled I fell farther inside his stomach.

“AAAAuuuhhh…? Shit.” He moaned from below me. o push in deeper but his body tensed up. I mangled his knees back onto the seat of the chair then supplied his pussy with jabs of this dick.

Boa grunted a bit, but other than that he let me invade his colon with almost all my dick. My shit was so hard I could feel the veins slipping inside him. Before I knew it, I had jugged my way to the bottom of him.

I held my dick against the entrance to what felt like another portal or some shit, far down inside him. A stared down at him as he squirmed around on my meat.

“This shit hurts man, you too deep in me.” he said, as another knock came across my door.

I was hesitant to pull out his guts to see who was disturbed my pleasure play.

I dunked a couple strokes into his butt before the knocks returned but this time louder. I felt like I had no choice but to see who it was. I pulled out of him and a trail of mucus broke from the tip of my dick and fell against his hole. His shit looked so pretty gaped up, I almost wanted to taste it, but I decided against it. I peaked out the curtains to see the stripper bitch standing there looking anxious. 

I walked back over to Boa, who was actively trying to smoke some more molly. “Go in the other room" I told him softly and watched as he stumbled up to his feet and I'm to my second bedroom.

I walked over to the door and opened it, dick standing up, straight out like a steel pole as I leaned against the door.

“What up? What are you doing back here?” I asked her, smirking.

She looked me up and down with her eyes stopped at my waist. “Ummm.” She muttered.

“Um what, I thought you had to go follow behind your man?”

“I'm looking for him now.” She said biting on her lower lip.

“You can stop all that.” I told her as the breeze blew her dressed up a bit, “This dick ain't for you.”

Hearing that she pushed past me into my apartment. “Then who is it for!?” She yelled.

“Not you. You left this dick for some nigga.” I snapped and she quickly countered, “A nigga!? A nigga I love!”

“Then like I said, Why are YOU here?” I said gently while still standing in the doorway.

“Because he said he was coming to get him something to smoke and I assumed he came here.” She said.

Confused, I thought for a moment before I asked her?  “I serve him?”

“Yeah, I think so! Who else would he go to?” she asked.

“Everybody on this block sell drugs, what the fuck you talking about?” I asked, looking over at her, who by now had sat down on my couch.

“But he always comes to you.” She said almost under her breath. “What!!? Comes to me?! I know him?!” I asked angrily and she knew why!

“Yes, you know him.” She said rising up from the couch and running up and wrapping her arms around my lower chest. The shit completely throughe off, I was already horny as fuck, high as fuck and the touch of skin against mine, absolutely threw me the fuck off. “I ain't tell you because…” she continued before slipping her hands around to my pipe that's was pressed against her chest.

“I ain't want no problems between the two of y'all. The less either knew the better.’ She explained.

At this point I ain't give a fuck, I pushed her up off of me, then snatched her by the arm, dragging her to my bedroom. I threw her on the bed, “Take that shit off! Fuck that nigga.” I told her closing the door and walking to the other room. I peaked in and seen Boa laying in the bed smoking. I cracked the door open and walked in, and threw him some drugs on the bed. “Don't leave.” I told him softly and retreat back to my room.

The stripper bitch was on my bed butt ass naked, face down and fat pussy swinging in the air. I nearly bust standing there when she asked, “You want it like this Skeet?”

I stepped up behind her and rubbed one of soft amble ass cheeks before using my other hand to guide my dick into her amazing but familiar pussy.

Such a difference from Boa, the way it felt like her pussy gripped enhanced as the stripper bitch moist walls encased my shit. I took my time getting into her guts, I played with her asshole with my thumb. Watching in the faint light breaking through the shades on the window, as her pussy lips swallow my thick veiny dick deep into her leaking compact coochie.

This hoe is like pills. And she is a whole other freak when she is on one. I dipped out her pussy and opened my stash of pills. I have her two and found a bottle of water and told her to chill, let me kick in while I do something in the kitchen.

I ducked out of my room and made it over to the second bedroom where Boa was laying in the bed, blowing smoke into the air. He looked over at me and smiled. “You back for more?” He asked, happily. That shit made me horny as fuck. “Yeah, lay on your back.” I told him and he k eyed with zero problems. He had to be fucked up, fucked up. I took full advantage as I pierced his man pussy.

I couldn't decide who shit was hitting better. A couple deep strokes and I was ready bust all in this nigga shit. ‘Fuckkkkk!” I yelled out, at the same time yanking my dick out of him and retreating back to the stripper bitch. I flipped flopped between both rooms for a good hour, chasing a bit, but not ready to nut.

It was when the Boa, was riding my dick while I laid flat on my back that almost slipped up and shot up his intestines. I pushed him off me, “Na I ain't ready yet.” I told him, “Smoke some more.” I told him, rushing back over to her.

I ran in the room, with my hard dick swinging through the air. I fell back on the bed and she came crawling over on her hands and knees, using her lips and nothing else to lift up my heavy dick and take every inch to her throat with no assistance.

“I see why this nigga snatched her out the car.” I said to myself. She had never done this trick on me before, I nearly lost my mind or so I thought. Until she twisted around, maneuvering between my legs, eating my dick. I don't know how, or when it happened but I found myself with her tongue flickering over my shit exit.

And that's how Boa found us, with her face buried in a real niggas ass, with his legs rested on her shoulders. Everyone froze.