RIPPED & READY (PART 26)

RIPPED & READY (PART XXVI)

After dinner, all everyone wanted to do was get some rest.  D'Andre went home to look after his moms, since his pops would be working a double shift.  Collin had to handle some business with Tootchie because, a woman has her needs (she had been extremely patient it was time to give up the wood).  Danita and Antwon roomed together (thank God).  Me, well, I was happy to finally have my own island to myself (I love my boys, but too much togetherness ain't good for anybody). 

I had gotten cozy comfy lying on my side, and found a decent show on TV called "Lincoln Heights".  I loved looking at positive shows about African American people -- it wasn't sugary coated either, it depicted real every day struggles.  The father on the show was a tall, chocolate, drink of water (you know how I am by now).

When the cell rang I didn't even want to answer it but, when I saw who it was calling, my heart skipped a beat.  It was Joseph.  Dang, old Johnson is stirring down in the drawz again (If I don't release all this back up soon I'm going to lose my got-dayum mind!). 

Fellas ya'll know what I'm talkin' bout.  How you Doin?

"Joseph, what a pleasant surprise, what it do for you, bro?" I asked, trying to sound like someone every-bit-of-who-I am not. 

He chuckles, "What it do? Now you know that isn't proper English, Marco.  Am I going to have to discipline you?" He asks, sounding as sexy as ever.  He had one of those midnight D. J. sounding things going on in his tone -- you know, the kinda tone that tickled you right under the nuts driving you crazy (Yea, I'm a little nasty, but fuck, I need some bad). 

I wanted to leap through that motherfucking phone.  "If that's all it takes to be disciplined, I can't imagine what you'd do if I were really naughty," I cooed, seductively. 

"Ooo, you are acting up this evening aren't you?" He asks, with a thickness in his voice that assured me I was turning him on. 

I reached down into my briefs, and squeezed my rigidness -- just hearing his voice, and imagining him in that netted tank top, with his pectoral muscles bulging out had me heated up.  I was hotter than that skillet Darrin was using to fry up that bacon. 

"Joseph, if I give it to you, boy, will you promise to be gentle with me, huh, baby boy...you gonna be gentle with Marco, he hasn't ever had it before," I asked. 

I hadn't either, I was still untouched in that place -- ya'll know what I mean. 

"Oh, so I'm going to be your first, huh? Well, let me assure you of one thing, I'm not only gonna be gentle, I'm going to take my time with you, boy.  Joseph is going to put something on you and, once he's done, he's going to wrap you up in his strong arms, and kiss you all over your neck, your chest, and finally, onto those soft ass lips you got," he said, laying it down like a sexual lawyer. 

"MMM...you are talking a lot of shit, boy, and I plan on holding you accountable for every damn act on that motherfucking list," I said, sending all the heat I had into the receiver of that phone.  When it hit his ears I wanted it to make his shit jump!

"HUH!," was his response. 

Bingo, mission accomplished. 

It got quiet. 

I could hear faint whimpers coming from his end.

"Joseph..." I called out.  "Baby boy..." I called out again. 

Still there was only silence.

"Yessss," he responded, finally.

"I'm gonna leave you with that, okay..." I told him, and sent him a kiss by kissing the talk piece to the phone. 

"Goodnight, Marco," he said.

The connection ended. 

All that did was make me extra horny.  If things weren't so fucked around here, I'd have gotten my ass up, threw on some sweats, and high tailed it up to Santa Cruz.  He had my shit harder than marble and I knew that only one thing would ease the tension -- I had to spank that pony.  (fellas, ya'll know how it gets).

I did too, and it didn't take that long to send seeds flying all over my stomach, thighs, and hands.  I made a mental note to pace myself when Joseph and I finally did the do -- I didn't want to be a premature ejaculator. I wanted my first time to be perfect.  

I was lost in thoughts of pleasantries when I heard light tapping at the door.  

"Who is it?" I asked, annoyed.  

"It's me, Marco, Antwon". 

Shit, now what in the fuck did country-cousin want? 

"Come..." I said.  

When he entered the door he was wearing this frilly looking night wear, purple in color.  Regardless of how much It made me uncomfortable to see a man in girly type attire, I knew that everyone had a right to express themselves anyway they wanted.  He was also my cousin. 

"I can't sleep in there with Danita, she snores too fucking loud," he said, looking pathetic. 

What the fuck?

"Sure, come on, I've got room, after all we're blood, aren't we?" I asked. 

His face lit up like a roman candle. 

"Don't try anything funny either," I told him as he hopped in the bed beside me. 

He hit me on my back, "Oh, please, you wish.  You butch boys always think ya'll are so damned irresistible," he giggled. 

"Nigga, don't even lie, if I wanted to give it to you, you'd gladly take it," I said, in a cocky tone. 

"Ugh, that's nasty, we are cousin's, bitch!" he said.

Now I hated when someone called me bitch, but, hey, coming from my cousin, I guess I could make an exception -- but he couldn't do that shit in public, I'd have to let him know later. 

Damn, I really wanted to see Joseph bad.  I prayed to God that Collin wouldn't do anything without, first, consulting me or D'Andre. 

I filled Danita in on everything and she got angry as hell because, like moms, she trusted Denise in our home.  "She has probably been checkin' out daddy's shit for a while.  You know you can see everything with them tight ass slacks he be wearing.  Why do older men like people seeing everything they got going on down there?  It's fucking gross," she had said.

So, now it's time for sleep. 

Antwon had already fallen asleep and, damn, he said Danita snores, shit, I can hear the hogs coming home right now. 

Dammit!