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Tyrell
(Tuesday Evening)

"Oh my God! C.K., I am such a huge fan! Can I get a picture?"

"You would bless my whole day if you would take a picture with me!"

Folks are aggy as fuck. One, this man is not Jesus, pipe down. Two, he is not alone. I am here with him. Show me some respect and hop off his dick.

When C.K. is done taking pictures, I tell him "Feed me."

He rolls his eyes, "You stay hungry, gah damn."

"Fo sho," I reply, "Let's get Chick-fil-a."

We enter the food court. We get in line at Chick-fil-a. I look up at the menu. I'm in the mood for nuggets.

We're next in line. As soon as we approach the counter, the female cashier stares up at C.K.. "H-Hi, may I t-take your order?" She stutters.

C.K. gives her a knowing smile before speaking, "Yes, I would like a spicy deluxe meal."

"What would you like to drink?"

"Sprite."

"Your total is-"

"Ahem!" I clear my throat, finally gaining her attention. "Am I Casper the Friendly Ghost or what?"

"I'm sorry," She scratches the back of her neck, "I didn't see you there."

"That's cuz you were too busy visualizing C.K.'s dick in your mouth." I respond harshly.

She turns red in the face. C.K. snorts, but quickly tries to keep a straight face.

"W-What would you like t-to order, sir?" She asks after recovering from embarrassment.

"An 8 piece chicken nuggets meal." I tell her.

"What would you like to drink?"

"Sprite."

"What type of sauce would you like to go with your nuggets?"

"Barbeque."

"Alright, your total is $9.16." She announces.

C.K. gets out his wallet. He hands her a $10 bill. "Sorry about him. Looks like I need to teach him another lesson about manners." He said, looking at me with devious intent in his eyes.

"It's ok." She smiles, handing him his change along with his receipt.

"Nigga, do not get bold in front of ya lil fan." I said, about to walk off.

Suddenly, C.K. grips the back of my neck, stopping me. He pulls me back in front of him. Putting his forehead against mine, he tells me "You're gonna be a good boy and find a seat so we can eat. Don't mess with nobody because you know I will fuck you up in this mall."

I whine as I feel his words go straight down to my crotch. Great...I'm more hungry for dick now.

"Are we clear?" C.K. asks.

"Yes daddy." I nod.

"Good." He said, moving away from me. Well, not without handing me my drink.

With my Ralph Lauren bag in one hand and my Foot Locker bag in the other, I go search for a seat. In the middle of the food court, there's an empty table. I sit down, putting my Ralph Lauren bag on the table and then setting my shoes bag on the floor.

Bitch ass nigga. Who does he think he is putting me in my place in front of that girl? It was hot, but nobody needs to know this nigga got me turnt out.

Shortly after, C.K. approaches the table with the bags of food. He hands me mine. I reach in my bag and grab a waffle fry, not caring about the past now that I got my food.

《 Time Skip 》

I sit in the passenger seat, chewing on my minty gum. I scroll through my Ig feed, liking a bunch of random pictures while C.K. drives. I come across a pic with Bri, Quan, and Ta'Leah in it. They at the gas station.

"How they gone take a squad picture without me?" I comment out loud, "Fake motherfuckers."

Jacksonville_jit: That's how it is? Ight bet, Ion want nun of you mfers hittin me up when I get back

After leaving the comment, I continue to scroll down my feed. I scrunch my face up at this one nigga's head. Them jumbo wicks is ugly. Who told these Floridian jits that shit is cute?

I look up and realize that C.K. done turned into a plaza with a movie theater. The plaza kinda packed, but hey it is Orlando after all. Anyways, he finds a parking spot and parks. I plug my charger into my phone before getting out. C.K. puts his phone into his back pocket before getting out too.

We walk across the parking lot. We get on the sidewalk and approach the doors. C.K. opens the door and steps aside so I can walk in first. If he don't stop being a gentleman. I'm just a toy to him so he needs to treat me as such.

We walk up to the ticket center. C.K. gets two tickets to the movie Onward. After getting our tickets, we enter the snacks line.

"Whatchu want?" He asks while looking up at the menu.

"Nachos and a blue raspberry slushie." I respond.

Youtube be cutting a good check so I don't be mindful of what I ask for anymore. C.K. loves to flex anyways so it's not really a problem for him.

"No candy?" He questions, looking at me with a raised brow.

I frown. "Damn nigga, you tryna get me fat?"

C.K.'s eyes stroll down my body and land on my ass. "Yo ass already there, no cap." He said while licking his bottom lip.

"Keep the gay shit to a 2 while we in here," I tell him, making him roll his eyes in response. "Anyways, since you offering, I want Sour Patch Kids."

C.K. nods. We approach the counter. C.K. orders my food and then just orders a Cherry slushie for himself. I raise my brow in suspicion. So he not gone eat the whole time?

Once we get our food, we finally enter the theater. I let him choose our seats. We sit down in the middle of the second row towards the back. The ads begin to play.

I hurry up and eat my nachos while the ads play because nachos unfortunately get cold quickly. Just as I'm about to put another nacho in my mouth, C.K. leans over and bites the whole chip. I proceed to mug him.

"So you a certified food stealer huh?" I question.

How am I the one getting bitched out when he acts like a female?

"That's what you get for acting a damn fool in the mall earlier." He shrugs as he leans back into his seat.

I pout. Ight, Imma let him have that one.

The movie suddenly starts up. I put my empty nachos tray on the arm of the chair. I take a sip of my slushie and then put it in the cup holder afterwards.

About 10 minutes into the movie, C.K.'s hand begins to trail up and down my leg. I jump a little, causing people to look at me. I mean-mug all of em and they pay attention to the movie again.

I look at C.K. and he's staring at the movie while drinking his slushie. My eyes narrow, but I ultimately bring my attention to the movie. Now, his hand is trailing higher. Don't tell me he tryna-

Nah he not gone do it fr.

His hand lands on my clothed crotch, palming it a bit. I bite down on my bottom lip, not wanting to give C.K. the reaction he wants. I look down and I already got a boner.

Ah shit, my dick fruity.

C.K. unbuttons my jeans. I pull my jacket down to cover his hand as it travels inside my boxers. He pulls my dick out. Smearing my pre-cum over my length, C.K. proceeds to stroke me slowly.

Damn, his hand is so warm and expert-like. He not just going up and down. Nah, he's twisting his hand at the right angle as he goes up and down.

I hope no one is looking at me because I might not be moaning, but I know I look crazy. My eyes are twitching like fuck. My nut is steadily approaching. I lean back into my seat.  All I see is white as I nut into C.K.'s hand.

He the devil. That nigga is the devil.

I quietly pant and open my eyes. C.K. tucks me back in before pulling his hand out of my pants. He makes eye contact with me.

My eyes follow his tongue. He licks my nut off his fingers, making my jaw drop. Once he's done, he mouths the words 'You cum fast'.

I suck my teeth. Grabbing my slushie, I sip and pay attention to the movie again.

《 Time Skip 》

By the time the movie ends, it's 5 pm and it's kinda getting dark outside. I pull C.K. to the back of the movie theater. He leans back against the wall and gives me a look of confusion.

"Why we back here again, Ty?"

"Pull your pants down." I order.

"Wha-"

"If you think you gone have my eyes rolling back in a movie theater with no repercussions, then think again." I cut him off. "I want your dick in my mouth now."

I said quite gayly....

"Geez, when did you become such a whore for dick?" C.K. asks while unbuckling his belt. He pulls his jeans down. His boxers come down along with them.

I get down on my knees. I waste no time by pressing kisses to the side of his dick. "You said you were gone make me crazy for yo dick." I said, eyes flickering up to meet his. "Now look at me, I'm crazy for it."

"Shit..." He curses as I open my mouth to suck on his tip.

I grip his balls while taking him deeper and deeper into my mouth. My other hand wraps around the rest of his dick that I can't reach yet. I proceed to go up and down repeatedly while my hand twists in sync. While I do that, I make sure to keep my tongue attached to the underside.

"F-Fuck nigga!" C.K. exclaims, "When did you become so good at this?"

By watching gay porn. With the way he got on my neck the first time, I knew I had to improve.

I chuckle as a response. I remove my mouth for a second. I spit on his dick before taking it back into my mouth. My pace grows fast. C.K.'s gently grips my hair as I suck his dick. His moans and the sounds of me slurping are music to my ears.

"Shit Ty, I'm finna bust," He warns me, "You gone swallow it all for daddy?"

"Mhmmm." I moan.

I stop moving and allow C.K. to fuck my throat. My eyes grow hazy while I look at him. His look the first time doesn't compare to how I got him lookin now. The first time, he was guiding me and teasing me along the way. Now, I got him losing control. Ain't no room for teasing now.

C.K. slides out completely. I stick my tongue out, ready to swallow his nut. He taps his tip against my tongue a couple of times. Then, he releases. I let out a satisfied sigh as I swallow every drop.

A smug look forms on my face. Look at this nigga panting, tryna catch his breath and shit. I did the damn thing.

I stand up. While I brush the dirt off my knees, C.K. pulls up his boxers and his pants. He buckles his belt and just like that, he looks like he wasn't just getting top behind a movie theater.

We walk from behind the building. We enter the parking lot in pursuit for the car. C.K. looks at me and suddenly says, "That was the best blowjob I ever had."

I couldn't resist the chance to get on him. "I bet it was. You sure came fast." I said with an innocent look on my face.

Now it's C.K.'s turn to mug me.

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