ch20: [booty]call of duty

<alonzo 'black' james>

Sunday
June 18
5ish pm

[lonnie pov]

𝕭𝖊𝖋𝖔𝖗𝖊 greeting anybody, I grabbed Sam and walked him out to the car. I didn't even look around to see who was present.

"Favorite cousin, you can be pulling on me like that. I'm a big man ands you made me feel small." He laughed.

But I didn't laugh.

"Okay?" He sighed, still smiling.

"You need to cover for me. I got here, I never left."

"Why? I mean of course, but why?"

"I might tell you one day. Or one day you might just find out."

Sam shrugged, "Yeah Lonz. Whatever you need."

I walked in behind Sam seeing everyone chilling— comfortable. Dame and Aajané were sitting together on the couch. I nodded towards them. I couldn't help but smile widely seeing them in the same room right next to each other. I really wanted to grab them and jump up and down like how little kids do. Just a few years ago none of us knew if we would ever see one another again and here we are, the three of us in one room. I wish I could've seen the reunion, but my big brother heart is full nonetheless.

I sat on the other end of Aajané, giving her a hug and a kiss on her forehead, reaching over dapping Dame who didn't really speak still but it didn't matter.

Feeling like the sun was shining right onto me, my face was hot and pressure was building behind my eyes. I took my hat off and laid it on top of my face, holding it there. My shoulders shook with every emotion filled breath. A couple tears rolled outta my eyes and everyone acted like I was screaming,  throwing up and crying. I heard aww's coming from around the room and hands gripping my shoulders. I sniffed, trying to control myself but the emotions just kept flowing. At that point, I nearly was on the floor.

Aajané leaned her head on my shoulder, hugging me from the side. I put my hand over her arm and took my hat off revealing my bright red wet face. Through the tears, I could see she was crying too. I looked over at Dame and he was wiping his eyes.  I smiled at him which probably looked more like a frown.

"This is so beautiful." I heard someone whine, others laughing at the comment. I tried wiping some of the tears off of my face but they were just replaced with new ones.

"I'm just," I started trying to form a sentence through the tears, I laid my hat back on my head, backwards.

"It's so good to see y'all together." I heard a deep voice that I barely recognized. I looked up to see Maverik standing there with my Uncle Cliff. Then I looked around and saw that everyone was here except Jah and his daddy. I don't know why, but that made me cry even harder. Fuck that family shit. Maverik came over to where we were , standing next to me. I instinctively stood up and embraced him. As far as I can remember, this is the first time I've ever hugged him. I cried into his shoulder and he rubbed my back. I felt like a child.

After all the years I spent hating him, now knowing the truth and being able to trust him, It's different being in his presence, being consoled by him. I felt a presence behind me. I looked up and saw Dame there, he put his arms around me and Maverik; then Aajané joined. Soon, everyone in the room was huddled up, encamping us in the middle.

Afterwards, I felt good. I haven't cried like that, ever. Last time I cried it was for Cobe. This was a happy cry though; grateful and fulfilled type tears. It was a release. Even though my daddy's absence was felt, I still enjoyed the company of everyone else.

Me and my favorite cousin sat outside at the beach. I was trying to catch him up on what had happened the past few days. From me and Cole going our separate ways to finding out that both Jah and Dame plotted against me along with my own best friend Sean. He listened like he always does and just as he was about to give me some advice, my phone rang.

I looked at the number not recognizing it. Everyone who has the number is in this house. I answer it anyway, thinking it may be Jah or my dad.

"This Lo?" I hear before I can speak. The only person who calls me that is, "This Sean J." He said, waiting for my response.

"'Mhm. What up?"

"You free?" He asked. I should've said no. I'm here with my family, having a good time, eating good. I should've said no. But I didn't— I lowkey was waiting for this to happen. I knew he'd call. I agreed to meet up with him. I ended up back at his house after reminding Sam of what i'd asked. This time he opened the door himself and the house was empty aside from me and him. I checked it out before I got there to make sure.

Just as expected, he wanted something from me.
I just didn't know what. But, I followed Maki's advice, 'let that shit play out.' So here I was, laid up in his room, letting shit play out. We played a video game, call of duty or some other war shit. He sat in a chair by the bed right next to my legs that were hanging off the side of the bed. Every now and then, his arm would brush my leg and he'd look up and smile, "My bad." He'd say.

The last time, he used the bed beside me to prop his elbow. Somehow instead of his arm grazing my shin, his hand was caressing my thigh. I looked at him periodically, watching his eyes overly focus on the screen while his tongue lapped his bottom lip repeatedly.

"Fuck!" He groaned after dying in the game. He threw his controller on the tv stand and stood up, stretching his arms up high. His abdomen appeared as his shirt rose and his bulge was on full display.

He sat on the bed next to me then looked at me. Not at me, but at my lips. He leaned in without hesitation. Did I hesitate to comply? Nah. I grabbed the back of his head, kissing him back.

My dick twitched when he ran his hand over my thigh. He was trying to move on, but I just wanted to kiss. Every time he pulled away, I pulled him back in. At one point he sucked on my tongue and I had to let out that moan I was holding in. He looked at me with half open eyes and a smile. Not saying anything, I got off of the bed, standing in front of him. I pushed him back onto the bed and pulled down his pants. When I say it was clean nigga, no hair. Bald.

He was sitting up on his elbows, watching me. That's when I decided I would let him lead. I was gone bitch him out, even if I get the P. So, I stood there, placed my hand behind my back and pulled out the gun that had been tucked there all day. I held it at my side, never looking away from him. He sat up, staring me dead in my eyes and I could feel exactly what he was feeling right there. Yeah, fear. But something else too. He leaned forward and placed his hand on the gun I was holding. I smirked at him, allowing him to take it. He stood up, facing me with the gun now in his hand. Reaching behind me, he put it on the TV stand with the controllers to the game.  I could feel his breath on my neck as he moved.

I wondered how long he been feeling like this. Was it at the first time he saw me or when we hugged back at Jah house? Was it exactly when he walked out of the bathroom half naked earlier? Was it my speechlessness that did it for him? Was it my willingness to be touched and perceived by his hands? Maybe it's been years— even as teenagers or kids. I couldn't imagine him wanting me ever, until now. Part of me is even thinking that he doesn't— that he's just playing a game. Trying to get me vulnerable. That same part of me doesn't  care though because I want him inside of me.

I could feel the shadow of his hands on my ass before he actually touched me. It was that bad. My back arched at the feeling of someone touching me, someone so much bigger than me, towering over me. My lips parted, hitching my breath as he squeezed my cheeks.

I feel like i'm dreaming. My whole body is buzzing, becoming more sensitive with every touch.

I closed my eyes for one second, opening them to me laying on the bed and his face hovering over my dick that was sticking straight up in the air.
He seemed hesitant, but it's too late now. I sat up, taking his cheek into my palm so he could look at me. Then, I trailed my hand to the back of his head and pushed it down.

The warmth of his tongue nearly made me cum so I pushed his head up off of it. If I was gonna cum now, I wanted it to be with him in me. But, he moved my hands, holding them both with just one of his and went down on me. Sloppy and loud, making me squirm like hell. He let my hands go to grip the base and I laid back with my arms rested on my face, moaning like crazy.

When I felt my stomach tighten, I tried pushing him off but he wouldn't budge. He kept going in. I know he tastes that precum and it's too late if he don't because my hips bucked involuntarily, pushing my dick farther down his throat making him gag on my nut. He came up coughing with a face red like a tomato.

He looked at me with cum and saliva dripping from his beard and licked his lips. Instantly my dick got hard again.

I took whatever piece of clothes that was laying on the bed and wiped his beard. He leaned forward and kissed me.

Maybe this nigga aint playing.

While we kissed, he leaned me back onto the bed, lifting my legs up over his shoulders. He pulled away from the kiss and spit in his hand, rubbing it on his dick. He did it again until his dick was wet enough. Then, he leaned down with my legs still on his shoulders, pulling me by the waist to the edge of the bed.

I moaned before he even breathed on it. Just the sheer thought of a nigga eating me out made me wanna nut again.

I gripped the top of my head readying myself but nothing could've readied me for the sorcery that was shut up in Sean's tongue. I squirmed so much he had to grip my legs while he munched on my hole.

I felt a cold breeze on my ass and opened my eyes seeing him standing over me with my legs still on his shoulders. He was focused. He had his head down, letting the saliva drip from his lips onto the tip of his dick that was waiting at my entrance. I rubbed my head back and forth in anticipation. But nothing and no amount of lube could've prepared me for what happened next.

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