“Hmm, hmm,” Ray said. He then leaned over and into the aisle so that he could get a good look at how Gracelyn was sitting. “Damn,” he said, upon seeing the way her ass spilled out from the sides.
“Damn what?” Gracelyn asked.
“Nothin’,” Ray said, snickering. “So, what the fuck happened last night that got you so upset and frustrated and shit that you had to hit a nigga up?”
“Well,” Gracelyn said, tearing into some pancakes. “This dude I met just wasn’t what I thought he was gon’ be.”
“What you mean?” Ray asked. “Was he one of them niggas who gay but try’na be straight or some shit or what?”
“Naw, I don’t think that was the case,” Gracelyn said. “He just…he just wasn’t man enough for me and now it got me feelin’ some kind of way.”
“Is that so?” Ray asked. “So, what you sayin’? The nigga’s dick was little or something?”
“Well…” Gracelyn said. “Yeah, basically. The sex was coo, but yeah, I just couldn’t feel it like I wanna feel it.”
Ray chuckled, trying to keep himself from bursting into laughter right then and there in the restaurant. He shook his head. “Well, damn,” he said. “I’m sorry you had to go through that shit. I mean, you know how them little dick niggas be and shit. Humping and shit and then cummin’ fast.”
“Exactly,” Gracelyn said, thinking back to last night and rolling her eyes. “Exactly.” She then thought about how the only thing he’d been good at was eating her pussy. “I hope you not mad or whatever.”
“Mad?” Ray asked. “Mad for what? It ain’t your fault the nigga’s dick is little and he can’t do you how you need to be fucked. Don’t worry, though.”
“Why you say that I don’t need to worry or nothing?” Gracelyn asked.
Ray looked around then leaned in, speaking softly. “‘Cause,” he said. “I’mma beat that fat pussy up. Just wait till we leave this restaurant.”
Gracelyn fidgeted as she felt her panties getting moist. As she’d thought earlier, in the parking lot, Ray wasn’t the most handsome-looking guy in the face. However, if there was one thing she’d learned in life thus far, it was that the ugliest dudes always had the best dick and could use them the best.
The two of them finished eating their meals then headed out to their cars. Gracelyn was feeling full and happy, as was Ray. He watched the way her fat, shapely body swayed side to side as she walked. If he had his way, he have her head down in his lap all the way back to his apartment. “You remember where I stay, don’t you?” he asked.
“Of course,” Gracelyn responded. “I know where you stay.”
“Coo,” Ray said. “Head on over there. I’ll wait for you in the parkin’ lot and shit to make sure that you made it.”
The two of them got into their cars and headed out of the parking lot and onto the road.
***
Gracelyn drove as quickly as she could over to Ray’s place. When she pulled into the parking lot, she saw that Ray’s car was already parked out front. She smiled, sprayed a little perfume on then got out. She followed him into his apartment, which was now dark at this point. Quickly, Ray pushed the door closed and grabbed Gracelyn. “You ready for some of this dick?” he asked, whispering into her ear.
Gracelyn giggled and looked back at Ray’s dark figure. She nodded. “Hmm, hmm,” she said. “Just let me go into the bathroom and freshen up a little bit. You know I been at work all day and shit and need to just clean up a little bit.”
“Shit, go ahead,” Ray said. “I ain’t goin’ nowhere until real late tonight, so take all the time you need to get that pussy ready for a nigga.” He sat down on the couch and playfully leaned back. “A nigga gon’ be waitin’ right here for you, okay?”
“Okay,” Gracelyn said.
Ray sat on the couch and rolled a blunt while he waited on Gracelyn to come out of the bathroom. A little excited, he liked messing around with fat chicks. They were always hungry for the dick, and they never had a problem taking it all. Beyond that, they could suck dick as if they were competing in the oral sex Olympics. And Gracelyn was no exception to that rule.
When Gracelyn came out of the bathroom and turned the light out, Ray turned on a small lamp on the side of the couch. The room lit up, ever so dimly, as Gracelyn walked out and into the living room, naked. Ray licked his lips at her shapely, chunky body. “Damn, you not playin’ with a nigga, is you?”
Gracelyn looked down at her body. “You ain’t want me to come out here wearin’ them same clothes that I was wearin at work, did you?” she asked. “It ain’t like I had no spare clothes with me. I ain’t even know that I would be comin’ over here and shit so suddenly.”
Ray chuckled and shook his head. “Naw,” he said. “When you come over to my place, you ain’t gotta wear no clothes at all. You can leave that shit at the door.”
Ray stood up, as the bulge in his pants was growing and pressing against the inside of his zipper. “You ready to suck on this dick, sexy, huh?” he asked, patting his crotch. “You ready to suck on this dick?”
Gracelyn nearly wanted to jump up and down with excitement. Easily, Ray was twice the size, when considering thickness, as the guy she’d messed around with last night. On top of that, he was four times as thuggish, which Gracelyn liked. She could feel her pussy tingling from the just the thought of how much she was going to be stretched.
Gracelyn walked over to Ray and did what she’d do with any man she found sexy. She dropped to her knees in front of him as he undid his pants and they fell to his ankles. With the palm of his right hand resting on the dome of Gracelyn’s head, Ray sat back into the couch and smiled. He then leaned down and licked her ear, telling her, “Suck on this big dick, big girl. Suck on this big dick.”
Ray leaned back and smoked the blunt, blowing the smoke down toward Gracelyn’s head as she wrapped her hands around his shaft. On her knees, with her back arched and her massive ass and hips in the air, it wasn’t long before Ray felt his dick being devoured. He bit his bottom lip, as the pleasure was just so great. Out of all the chicks he messed with, Gracelyn was without a doubt the biggest. However, none of them—not one single chick, no matter how bad they were—could suck a dick like Gracelyn. For that reason, she was welcome to his apartment anytime she wanted.
Gracelyn went to town on Ray’s dick. The quiet living room was filled with her slurping noises. Several minutes in, Ray held the blunt between his lips and gripped both sides of Gracelyn’s head. He whispered, “You ready to go all the way down on this dick?”
Gracelyn, with watery eyes, looked up at Ray. With her mouth stretched to the max, she struggled to say, “Hmm, hmm.”
“All right, then,” Ray said, his voice beginning to sound a little scratchy. He then gripped the sides of her head as hard as he could and forced her down to his balls. Gracelyn gagged and choked, but did not resist. And even if she would have, Ray would have paid absolutely no attention. With a tight grip, he used the next several seconds to hold Gracelyn’s head down. Feeling his dick push into her throat felt so good. The gagging noises and sensations only made it that much better.
Ray then let Gracelyn up for air. “Fuck, nigga,” Gracelyn said, stroking Ray’s slimy shaft. “What was you try’na do? Kill me and shit?”
Ray chuckled. “You know you like that shit, don’t you?” he said. He then leaned forward and slapped her fat ass. “Don’t you?”
Gracelyn giggled and said, “I ain’t say I didn’t.”
Ray was now ready to feel that fat pussy. He leaned over and turned the lamp off as he stood up. Gracelyn looked around, wondering which way Ray would want to position her. She soon would see rather than hear. With all of his strength, Ray gripped Gracelyn’s neck and pushed her head into the cushions of the couch. Her giggling quickly became suppressed and faded away. Ray, only able to see Gracelyn’s shape because of the street light coming in through his window, slapped her ass then gripped her huge hips. He pushed his way inside of her,
showing no mercy as he went balls deep until her ass cheeks were pressed against his lower abdomen.
“Fuck!” Gracelyn moaned, into the couch. “Fuck this dick is fat! Fuuuuck!”
Ray showed no mercy. Gracelyn was proving to be exactly why he loved to mess around with fat girls, even if he wouldn’t date one seriously. He went as hard as he wanted to go, putting one leg up at times and ramming her insides as if she’d done something wrong to him. For about fifteen minutes, Ray pinned Gracelyn down, her head into the couch, and fucked her senselessly, even causing her to orgasm. Once she finished, he felt his own body tensing up.
“Damn, big girl,” Ray groaned. “I’m about to bust this nut. I’m about to bust this nut.”
Quickly, Ray stood up. He grabbed Gracelyn’s hair and pulled her head up and turned her around. Gracelyn did not object one bit, knowing exactly what was about to happen. She turned around and closed her eyes. No sooner than she’d dropped her arms down to her side, she could feel thick ropes of Ray’s cum covering her face. She smiled and pressed her eyes closed as hard as she could as Ray groaned. His body was covered in sweat as his body jerked and he covered Gracelyn’s plump face. Once he opened his eyes and looked down at her face covered in his grace, he couldn’t help but smile then chuckle.
“Shit,” Ray said. “My bad. I ain’t busted a nut in a couple days. I ain’t know it was gon’ be that much.”
Gracelyn smiled as she stuck her tongue out of her mouth and licked around the edges of her lips. “I see,” she said, standing up. Her pussy was so sore, and she was so happy about it. Ray’s dick had certainly made up for the little one she’d had to entertain last night. “Damn that’s a lotta nut. I can’t even see.”
Ray pulled his feet out of his pants and left them in a bundle by the couch as he went and grabbed a towel. As Gracelyn wiped her face, he looked down at her and chuckled. “My bad, for real,” he said. “It’s just I had to put it on that pretty face.”
“That’s okay,” Gracelyn said, smiling. “Whew, shit. You beat my pussy up.”
“That’s what I do,” Ray said, slapping Gracelyn’s ass. He then picked up the partially smoked blunt, which he’d sat on the table next to the couch before he began fucking. “You wanna smoke this with me or do you gotta go?”
Gracelyn shrugged. “Shit, yeah,” she responded. “I’ll smoke it with you.”
Gracelyn went and slid back into her work pants and her shirt. When she came back out to the living room, Ray was leaning back into the couch with his pants back on but his shirt off and tossed to the side. He lit the blunt and handed it to her, smiling. He reached over and gripped her thighs.
“Why you not hit a nigga up in a while?” Ray asked. “I was actually thinkin’ bout you,” he added, knowing that he was lying and saying only what he knew she’d want to hear.
“Oh really?” Gracelyn asked, hitting the blunt. “You was actually thinkin’ about me. Shit, I ain’t wanna bother you or nothin’. I ain’t know if you had a chick or somethin’ like that… like a girlfriend or something. I was actually waitin’ to hear back from you.”
“Shit, I ain’t got no chick,” Ray said, honestly. He then grabbed the blunt from her and hit it himself. “I mean, I got chicks that I chill with and stuff, but nothin’ serious. I don’t know, though. Sometimes I think about gettin’ serious with a chick, but I just don’t know if I want to. I got a buddy who is, though?”
“Yeah?” Gracelyn asked. Instantly, she thought about Breon, remembering how he and Breon were such good friends. And the fact that she and Nikki had been talking about that earlier in the morning. “So, what? Does his relationship scare you off or somethin’ or what? I’m just askin’ ‘cause it ain’t like I’m really lookin’ for one either. Hell, sometimes I think about movin’ away from here and goin’ somewhere down south where it’s warm, like Atlanta or Charlotte or Houston or somethin’, but I don’t know.”
“Naw, his shit don’t scare me,” Ray said, blowing smoke out of his nose. “I mean, what he got goin’ now is coo and stuff. Actually, it must be goin’ really good because he thinkin’ about proposing to the chick.” Ray watched what he was saying, as to be sure he wasn’t saying Breon’s name. While Chicago is a big city, he was still aware how small it can be when it comes to running into people.
“Oh, yeah?” Gracelyn asked, finding what Ray was saying to be very interesting. “When is he thinkin’ about proposing to his chick? That’s so sweet. I wanna get married someday, but I don’t know if it’ll be anytime soon or nothin’ like that.”
“Actually,” Ray said. “He was over here last night after he came from some party over on the south side and shit. We chilled and smoked for a second before he went back to his place, to his chick. And he was tellin’ me that he thinkin’ about proposing to his chick on they anniversary. I just don’t know if I could do no shit like that just yet. Yeah, I can be in a relationship, but I don’t know about getting married and stuff just yet. Maybe I just ain’t met the right chick.”
“He’s going to propose to his girlfriend on their anniversary?” Gracelyn asked. “Oh, that is so sweet.”
Ray looked at Gracelyn and shook his head. “Yeah, I guessed you would say some shit like that,” he said and chuckled. “But, yeah. That’s what he talkin’ about doin’. He gotta talk to the chick’s family and stuff, but I doubt that he’ll have a problem. We’ll just have to wait and see.”
“Yeah,” Gracelyn said, thinking about Nikki. She knew right then and there that her friend would find this little tidbit of information to be very interesting…oh so very interesting.
CHAPTER 7
Most Sundays, Trina went to church with her mother then would spend the afternoon with her family. There were times when Breon went with her, but he had other plans for today. Once Trina left, he hit his father up, who lived over in Indiana. At first, his father, who everyone called Cap, didn’t answer the phone. As Breon was nodding off back to sleep again, his father called back.
“Yeah, wassup nigga?” Cap said upon answering the phone.
Breon shook his head as he could hear the hangover in his father’s voice. With age, his father had only become a bigger party boy. While Breon didn’t grow up with his father in the house, his father was very involved in his life. He would even come over a couple of nights during the week and eat dinner with him and his mother.
“Wassup, Daddy?” Breon said. “What you doin’ right now? I wanna come through and talk to you about somethin’.”
“Awe shit,” Cap said. “Hope you ain’t try’na come ask for no lawyer money for some shit you done did, cause I ain’t got it, nigga.”
“Daddy, why you always say that?” Breon asked. “Naw. I was try’na just come and chill with you and talk to you for a minute, if you free and stuff.”
“Hell yeah, nigga,” Cap said. “When you comin’? Let me go on and get some clothes on and I can have the door unlocked.”
“I’ll be there in a little bit,” Breon said. “I’m just gettin’ up myself.”
“Okay, nigga,” Cap said then hung up the phone.
Breon slid out of bed and stretched. He took a shower and put on some gray sweatpants and a long-sleeved polo shirt. His father lived over in Gary, which meant that Breon was going to take his heat with him. The one time he’d ever decided to go over into Gary, Indiana without his gun was the one time that he was held at gunpoint when he was coming out of a store, and he’d been totally caught off guard. After grabbing his gun and a handful of bullets, Breon stuffed them into the inside of his coat pocket and headed out the door.
The drive over to Indiana was rather easy. As with most Sundays, highway traffic was light during church hours. Breon zipped over to Gary and exited the interstate onto Broadway, which led him through the heart of downtown. Breon shook his head as he looked at the city, which was nearly in ruins as all the industry and business had moved out and into other regions of Indiana, or even other states.
Cap lived on a narrow stre
et, not too far from downtown. His neighborhood was okay, at least for Gary, Indiana standards. However, Breon still made sure to watch his back at all times. He’d seen numerous times on the news where a teenager would rush up to a car waiting at a stoplight and jack the driver for their vehicle. There were even cases when the driver was stripped naked and or shot, sometimes left for dead.
As Breon headed up to his father’s door, Cap stepped out onto the porch of his small white house. He smiled. “Come on in, nigga!” he said. “Shit, why you takin’ so long? You know it’s cold as hell out there right now and here you is, walkin’ slow and shit like this is fuckin’ Miami or somethin’.”
Breon stepped into his father’s living room, which was smoky from cigarettes, among other things. His father, who was well into his forties with a bald head, gray goatee, and a little bit of a gut, hugged him before they sat down on the couch.
“Shit, wassup with you, nigga?” Cap asked. “You ain’t been over here in a couple weeks and shit, I was wonderin’ if you was mad about somethin’ or somethin’.”
“Naw, Daddy,” Breon said. “I just been busy and stuff. You know, working and stuff like that. Ain’t really had time to really see a whole lot of people. I went over to Wayne’s place the otha night. He had a comin’ home party for Jayron.”
“Oh, yeah?” Cap asked, smiling. “You talkin’ bout that nigga you used to be coo with back in high school that got locked up when y’all was like eighteen or nineteen?”
“Yeah,” Breon said. “He out now and Wayne had a party for him. I went over there for that on Friday night. Saw a buncha people that I ain’t seen in years and stuff. Had a real nice time.”
“Yeah?” Cap said. “How he look like he doin’? Did prison fuck him up too much or what?”
“Naw,” Breon said, shaking his head. “I mean, maybe it did, but he still look like he intact and healthy and stuff. Hopefully, everything can work out for him now and stuff. I think he said that he gon’ be stayin’ with his mama until he can find a job and stuff, but I don’t really know.”
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