Previously…
CHAPTER 15: MY MOTHER, THE FIEND
“YOU LITTLE SLUT BUCKETS!”
It’s definitely Trey’s voice, and it’s the first thing I hear when I wake up. Things are groggy at best, but I think his indignation or whatever it is might have something to do with the fact that I’m in bed with Chris and there’s not an article of clothing in sight.
“I knew it! You two have some nerve!”
“Trey—can you go down a few decibels—I can’t even see straight,” I say, trying to wake up.
“Oh fuck that—you wanna fuck my cousin in my house, then I get to yell as loud as I want!”
“Trey—shut the fuck up!” Yells Chris who’s now awake, “do you even actually care?”
There’s a beat.
“No but there’s not a whole lot going on in my life right now, so I need some kinda drama to keep things fresh.”
Chris chucks a pillow at Trey who laughs as he catches it.
I stumble out of the bed looking for pieces of clothing that belong to me.
“Whoa, Harrison, no one needs to see that this early in the morning,” says Trey, attempting to avert his eyes.
“What? You never seen morning wood before?”
“Yeah but not my best friends,” he says.
“Well, now you have,” I say, waking up a little more, “and also you’re standing on my underwear.”
He kicks them over, I pick them up and sit on the edge of the bed. Chris rolls over and falls back asleep. As I pull my underwear on, they do nothing to hide the fact that my cock is still sporting a raging hard on.
“You want something to eat or were you two planning to eat each other?” he says leaning over to me.
“You really need to get a life?”
“Harrison—I just want you to know, as your best friend and someone who loves you very much,” there’s a pause, “I am never going to let you live this down.”
“Is there coffee?” I ask, awake but still a little groggy.
“Yeah, let me guess, you want to black?” He laughs at the double entendre.
“You know you’re not as clever as you think,” I say, standing up.
We leave the room and shut the door behind us.
“I don’t know, this is just the opening act,” he says.
“Trey, you know I’ve slept with black guys before,” I say.
“Yeah, but none of them have ever been my cousin,” he says.
“So was he pretty big?”
“Trey!”
“Oh let me have this!” He says, pouring a cup of coffee, “so was he?”
“Legendary.”
“So, you can tell me, I won’t judge you—does your butt hurt?”
I consider what he is asking and decide it’s better to indulge him.
“Yeah, I’m not gonna be able to walk straight for days,” I say.
“So does this mean you and Jeff are done?”
“It means I was horny and you weren’t gonna blow my back out, so,” I glance over my shoulder, “next best thing.”
“Harrison, I’m the last person to tell you how to live your life, but do you think maybe you went a little extreme?
I stare at him for a moment, considering everything he’s said. The serious stuff and the jokes. And then in a moment, my mind flashes back to last night.
“I was wondering what was taking you so long,” Chris said.
“Just shut up and fuck me,” I replied.
I stripped off my clothes one piece at a time. First my T-shirt, then my joggers, and finally my underwear. I stood there naked, looking at him in his bed. He was half sitting up, his upper back propped against the headboard.
He was only wearing boxer briefs, the distinct outline of his cock clearly visible snaking toward the left leg. It wasn’t even hard, it was just there—just existing.
He’d sucked my dick a little while earlier, but then I thought about Jeff and stopped him. Then Trey showed up with pizza. But I was still frustrated with everything that was happening. Between Jeff, Amber, my own demons, and my mom randomly showing up at the eleventh hour, I’d had enough.
It felt like Jeff and I were just orbiting each other’s lives, never getting as close as either of us wanted. And for all I knew, he was fucking my mom. Don’t get me wrong, he loved fooling around, but he was straight. And every time a woman showed him an ounce of attention, he was willing and ready to do anything they asked.
And as for my mom—I spent my college savings to send her to rehab only for her to bounce about six months into an eighteen-month program and disappear off the face of the planet. And the thing about rehab centers? They don’t do refunds. I bet the farm on my mom in an effort to keep my family together and she fucked it up. And now she just showed up out of the blue, called me “Goose” like I was twelve, all while trying to steal my man.
Fuck all of that.
But Chris. He was well-proportioned and, from what I could tell, well-equipped. I walked over and sat on the edge of the bed. I placed my hand on his inner thigh and caressed it slowly. I moved my hand up his leg until I reached his underwear and grazed the tip of his dick with my fingertips. I watched his cock twitch.
I rubbed my hand up the front of his underwear and traced the outline of the snake until I reached his stomach. His abs glistened in the low light, his dark skin looking almost amber.
He was hot as fuck.
He licked his full lips, his perfectly trimmed beard tapering at the edges near his temples. I wanted to kiss those lips, but first—
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