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WHEN DO I GET TO SEE ZESHAUN AGAIN?
It was the next night, and as always, when Slick said it was time to knock off, I had to follow him into the alley for my nightly mouthful of his fat cock. I was on my knees by the dumpster, sucking the thug's dick, kinda wishing it was ZeShaun's.
"Think I might get a Prince Albert on that bad boy. Bet you'd like that, huh faggot?" To Slick I was either faggot or cocksucker. Once in a while queer or bitch.
I pulled off him for a second, cuz I knew he always wanted a respectful reply. "Yeah, man. That would be cool. You know I love your cock, but that would be really awesome." I was getting to be a good liar so Slick wouldn't hit me as much.
He stuck it back in and started to cum. I sucked harder, swallowing as he came, the way I knew he liked it. "I wouldn't be getting it for you" he moaned. "Just want to turn on your old girlfriend. If I chip a few of your teeth in the bargain, bitch, better yet."
He pulled out and stuck his shit back in his basketball shorts, just as ZeShaun walked down the alley. "Watchu doin wid ma pretty boy, Slick?"
"Faggot ain't so pretty these days since I fucked him up, boss", Slick answered.
"Yeah. I see dat. Canchu keep yo prick outta dis white boy's mouff?"
I was still on my knees, eyes diverted to ZeShaun's crotch. "He can't get enough, boss. Begs me for a taste every night when we's done out here working for you."
"Yeah, well, weese gotta have a talk, back my crib. All threes us." ZeShaun said. "Come on".
This was said to Slick, who followed along to ZeShaun's Jag. When I got there, ZeShaun said to me "Dis here ride for me an ma main man, not you cocksucker. You knows where I stay. Get yo sorry white ass over dere in ten minutes."
I did, and was just about to knock on the corrugated steel garage door you used to get into ZeShaun's place, when the garage door lurched upwards. Most have a camera on the bitch, I thought.
The music inside was blasting. Lord Give me a Sign, by DMX. "Sir, is it ok to come in?" I hollered.
Slick walked around the wall separating the garage area where the Jag was from ZeShaun's living quarters. "Get the fuck back here faggot, boss be waiting."
I followed him in and saw ZeShaun lounging in a purple leather chair, feet up on a footstool. He had on untied Timberlands without socks, and a pair of boxers. No shirt.
"Slick, turn dat shit down. Weese gonna talk." To me, he said, "Mothafuckin white boy, gets me an Slick a beer."
I found the fridge in the back, opened two Steel Reserve 211's for them and brought them out. Slick was sitting on the couch, across from ZeShaun.
"Spark me cunt", ZeShaun said to me, and I grabbed his Newports.
He kicked the footstool away and said "Faggot, gets on all foes an be ma new footstool."
What the fuck, I thought, but something inside of me wanted to please him. I remembered sucking his huge cock and I was somehow both sickened by the memory and kinda wanted to do it again. I got down on my hands and knees in front of the thug, and he banged his Timberland's back down on my back.
ZeShaun took a couple of swigs of his Steel and blew out smoke from his Newport. "Now weese all gotta talk." Then he put the cigarette out on my ass. It didn't burn through my jeans but I felt the heat. Stupid fucker! It was one thing to whore myself out for him, and suck his cock, but the dude was using me for a footrest and an ashtray!
"Slick, receipts is down. If it ain't for dat mothafuckin white bitch I dun sold to that cracker, I be lookin at some down times."
ZeShaun continued. "Seems like daise less ho's out der on da street, lately. Wassup wid dat, huh? And sum a deese ho's ain't pulling enuff tricks in a night. Sep for dis cunt here. You be doin good bitch" and he whacked my ass with his hand and laughed.
"My skrill be down. And what I see you doin? Takin one a ma bitches every night in da alley. You done stole da cocksucker's woman, why you gotta be stickin you all nasty shit in my ho's mouff?
Slick knew better than to answer I guess. ZeShaun was on a roll. He pushed me aside with his boots and I fell on the floor. He got up and grabbed his gun off the table. He waved it around for effect, and then shoved it in the waistband of his boxers.
He was fired up now. Slick just sat there, respectful and alert, but avoiding eye contact.
"Now bitch, get ova here." For some reason I figured I shouldn't stand so I crawled over. I looked up, and ZeShaun pulled the gun out of his boxers and shoved the barrel in my mouth.
You mothafuckin white cunt. You pissin me off. Silly lil white ass faggot. How cums you so eager ta suck off my man here? Maybe you should be out pulling more dates, make your man more money, huh?"
I tried to say I was sorry, but it came out intelligible what with the gun in my mouth. He pulled the barrel out and whacked me across the face with it. "Stupid bitch".
"Get ova here and suck dis nigga's dick. Slick, you gotta watch since you dun think dis pussy yours."
I reached up and into his boxers and pulled out his stiffening cock. I licked the pre-cum off the slit before he could tell me to get going.
"Dis bitch belong to me, not you." I started sucking hard, and pulled his balls out of the fly too. "Nasty cocksucker, but she belong to me, not you. Ise gonna move her in, so she can keep dis place clean.
Den I can make sure she gets her white pussy out on mo jobs. You dun let me down boy."
I felt ZeShaun stiffening and I played with his nut sack. It was only my second time blowing him, but I was learning his rhythms like I had with Miguel.
"YOU GOT THAT ASSHOLE?" ZeShaun screamed.
"Yeah boss." Slick was humiliated, I could see out of the corner of my eye. The boss dressed him down in front of me, a whore, and made him watch while I sucked off the black thug.
ZeShaun was as hard as a rock, and he grabbed my ears and pulled my head closer so I had to swallow his dick. I started choking. He started to shoot in my mouth.
"Choke on dat big black cock, you fuckin white piece a shit. Swallow dat cum you faggot."
When I was done cleaning him off, ZeShaun told Slick to split. He told me to strip to my underwear, and then he handcuffed me in just my boxer briefs, around a pole, and went to bed. Sounded like I was gonna be doing more work for ZeShaun than just whoring.
NEXT TIME: Slick's Revenge, ZeShaun's Maid