Date: Tue, 10 Dec 2013 03:54:42 +0000
From: Marcus DaCosta <marcusdacosta@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: curtis seduces: chapter 11

Curtis Seduces: Chapter 11

Please read chapters 1-10 before reading this chapter.

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The alarm woke me up with a start and a raging hard-on. I reached under the
covers and wrapped my fingers around my eight incher, telling him 'Not yet
fam, let's save it for later'. I grabbed my phone to change my BBM status
to 'Tuesday mornin feelin like a Monday' and noticed that I had a received
a text message during the night, which read: 'So sorry for not texting you
earlier, John (my husband) hasn't given me a minute's peace.  Anyway, he is
going away for the weekend, so perhaps if you wanna come over on Saturday
evening, after I've put the kids to bed, I would appreciate your
company. Ps I saw that you saved your name on my phone as 'eight inches',
are you for real? Sharon xxx'.

I chuckled to myself at the ease by which I have been able to 'get links',
I wonder if any other fourteen year olds get nearly as much sex as me. I
threw the covers off my naked body, took a photograph of my rock hard dick,
and sent it straight to Sharon with the accompanying message 'yes 8 inches
babes, count them xxx'. I contemplated sending the same pic to Gamu, but
second thoughts convinced me that it would put her off me. Gamu is wifey
material, not a cheap fuck, and I didn't wanna fuck up my changes with
wifey-ing her.

I darted to the bathroom and barged in, still half-hard I stood at the
toilet to piss. Somebody cleared their throat. "Oh shit, sorry fam". I
turned my head, and saw Danilo laying in a very bubbly bath. "I ain't used
to knocking, mum never gets up early and I forgot you were here dude", I
explained. "I'll get a lock put on".

"No biggie" Danilo answered, "and yh, if you put the lock on, do it for
your mum's privacy, don't worry about me mate". He was smiling, and seemed
perfectly comfortable being around me naked.

"Do you mind if I jump in the shower then, fam?" I asked.

"Kewl, as long as you don't try getting in the bath" he laughed.

"Never dat!" I stated firmly, before opening the shower door and turning on
the water. I took the opportunity to brush my teeth quickly, while I waited
for the shower to reach the right temperature, when out of the corner of my
eye I clocked Danilo looking me up and down in the reflection of the
mirror. I noticed a bottle of shower gel behind him on the side of the
bath, so I walked over to him and said "Just getting the shower gel, fam",
and before he had time to reach behind him and pass it to me, I leaned over
him, taking a deliberately long time so that he could get a close up and
lingering look at my now-flaccid, but still massive piece. "What u doing
today bro?" I asked him, as I jumped in the shower leaving the shower door
open so that we could still hear each other talk.

"I have a meeting with my lecturer at Uni". He explained. "We don't
actually start back til next week, but I'm just gonna go over my work from
last year and see what I can still use".

"Kewl fam". I said. "So, what time are we going to meet Marvin?"

"Whenever you get back from school bro, I'll be back before you". Danilo
pulled the plug, and stood up out of the bath. He grabbed the towel that he
had hung on the towel rail, and began to dry himself, making little attempt
to shelter his nudity. Danilo was thin and small but perfectly toned, his
body was actually pretty impressive. His dick was small and cut and
protruded out from a mass of thick black pubic hairs. It seemed to get
slightly bigger as he dried himself, not hard, just bigger. I couldn't give
a fuck if he clocked me checking him out, in fact, I wanted him to know
that I'm as comfortable around his nudity as he seemed to be around
mine. So I rinsed, and jumped out of the shower, turning the water off
behind me, grabbed a clean hand-towel, shook it into a 'whip' and smacked
him with it right across his ass. He reciprocated as we both ran down the
corridor, slapping my ass with his own damp towel. I turned round, dropped
my towel and grabbed him by his two elbows wrestling him into his room and
sort of throwing him onto his bed.  He stood up off the bed, leaned forward
and rugby tackled me dropping his own towel in the process.  He grabbed
hold of the back of my thighs forcing me down onto the floor. "Your a lot
stronger than you look fam". I said.

"Yeah don't be fooled by my size mate", He said as he flipped me over onto
my back, "I can handle myself".  I reached over and grabbed his balls
squeezing them threateningly, indicating that I could cause him a lot more
pain if he didn't surrender.

"Ok, ok mate". He pleaded. "You win this time". I let go, and we shook
hands, laughing at our 'game'. I sensed that it wasn't going to be as hard
as I initially thought to add Dan to the tally, and even better, I reckoned
that I could do it while still remaining good friends. As we both stood up
off the floor and parted, I noted that this time he tried desperately to
keep his back to me. 'Fuck me, he's sprung a boner' I assumed as I left his
room, wrapping the small hand-towel precariously around my waist as I went.
I dressed in my school uniform and went to check on mum. Surprisingly, she
was sitting up in bed holding a pair of scissors, completely surrounded by
hundreds of photo's. As I approached her I realised that she was cutting
Marques out of all of the family photos, including her wedding
photographs. I decided not to say anything about it. She spoke first. "What
was all that noise, baby?".

"Me and Danilo were messing about ma".

"Who the fuck is Dorito?". She said, pronouncing his name incorrectly.

"My friend, ma". I explained, withholding the truth from her. "He is
staying with us for a while".

I don't think she was listening anyway, as she went on to ask "are you not
going to ask me what I'm doing baby?"  "I can see what your doing ma". I
said. "Good on you for cutting the bastard out of your life". I smiled.

"That is NOT what I'm doing" she said angrily "Your father is NOT a
bastard, how dare you, now GET OUT" she screamed.

"Sorry ma, I assumed..."

"GET OUT" she pointed at the door, "GET OUT". She picked up a handful of
cut-up photographs and threw them at me, as she screamed her head off. "GET
OUT". I took the hint, and left as the pair of scissors were hurled at me,
hitting the door as I closed it behind me. 'Curiouser and curiouser' I
thought to myself. Danilo appeared from his room and mouthed 'you ok?' I
nodded, picked up my school bag and phone and made for the door.

'What is going on in that crazy-ass woman's head?' I asked myself as I
jumped on my bike and headed off to school, stopping off at Greggs Bakery
to steal a Pain au Chocolat for breakfast.

Amelia was standing at the school gates when I arrived, so I ground to a
halt, got off my bike and said to her "we need to talk, follow me".

"Not now Curtis, I'm waiting for someone". She replied.

"Well I can say what I got to say right here babes, if you want everyone to
know your business". I raised my eyebrows and then placed my hand on my
flat stomach.

"How did you find out?". She whispered, looking shocked. She grabbed me by
the arm and lead me to the bike-park.

"Do you think it's mine?" I asked abruptly.

"I'm not sure Curtis". She replied, shyly.

"Because you've fucked your way around town", I scoffed.

"I am not THAT much of a slut" she said, realising her words were still an
insulting admission of promiscuity. "But there's only two people I've had
un-safe sex with". She admitted. "You, and..." She paused, "someone else".

"Me, and Mr. Wilde". I said, still scoffing.

"You better keep your fucking mouth shut, Curtis because Dennis would lose
his job if people.."

"Mr. Wilde would go to prison if people knew" I corrected her.

"He's a sweet guy" she said dreamily.

I kissed my teeth "So" I continued. "We gotta wait until the kid is born
until we know whose it is?"

"Yeah". She agreed. "It is due in February".

"And until then?" I asked.

"I'll call you if I need you". She smiled.

"I still wanna fuck you babes". I said, offering a poor compliment. Amelia
leaned in and kissed me on the cheek, and hurried off to meet her friends
at the gate.

During morning registration one of the year seven boys who I had been in
detention with yesterday came in to my form and handed Mrs. Gambit a
note. She read it, and announced. "Curtis, it appears that your presence is
required in the Science office".

"What for miss?" I asked.

"That, I do not know, Curtis, off you go".

I followed the year seven kid out of my form room and up the
corridor. "What's your name, kid?".

"Dale". He said, looking chuffed that I wanted to speak to him. "Fam, I
can't get over what you did in detention yesterday, that was live".

"You should have filmed it fam", I said putting my arm around Dale's
shoulder as we walked up the corridor.

"I was gonna, but I didn't know if you'd be mad at me filming you with your
dick out". Dale said looking up at me.

"I aint shy fam, I'm a fucking porn-star, look". I scrolled to a video of
me and Amy Tucker, my 20 year old neighbour who is a former student of our
school.  Amy is another 'Amelia', a bit of a slut, but a nice girl
nonetheless, although she is completely 'blonde' and dizzy, thick as
shit. Dale watched with scrutiny as the video showed her sucking my dick
for a few minutes before a close up of me entering her shaven pussy and
banging her like an olympic gold-medalist.

"Wow". He exclaimed. "That was hot, you got any more?".

"Enough to keep this hard for a century" I said reaching down and grabbing
his dick through his trousers. I could feel that it was hard. Small, but
definitely hard.  I laughed. It was clear that he did not know how to react
to that, he was embarrassed, and perplexed, but didn't want to let it on.

We reached the science office and I knocked the door.

"Come in". Mr. Wilde said, from inside.  I opened the door and walked
in. Dalse attempted to follow me, but Mr. Wilde stopped him in his
tracks. "Thank you Dale, you can go back to your form room now". We spudded
fists, and he left. "How are you, Curtis?" He asked. I couldn't believe it,
'is this guy never gonna give up' I thought, 'did he seriously call me to
his office to ask me how I was?'. I kissed my teeth, and without saying
anything, I turned around and opened the door.

"Hold it, Denton". He ordered.

"Sir, with all due respect, could you get to the fucking point". I said
rudely.

"You did not sign up for the science trip to Glaxo Smith Klein, Curtis"

"No sir, I didn't have the money at the time". I replied, wondering where
this was going.

"Somebody has dropped out at the last minute, and their place is available,
free. I want you to fill the hole Curtis", He smiled at his
double-meaning. "My sons are joining us, so it will be an excellent
opportunity for you to 'get the ball rolling' as it were".

"When is it sir?" I asked, trying not to sound overly interested.

"We are leaving thursday morning and coming back on friday evening, what do
you say?"

"Put me in a room with your sons". I ordered.

"Done". He handed me a consent form and asked me to get my mum to sign it,
and return it to him in the morning. "Before you leave, is there any chance
you could..."

"Fuck off sir". I said angrily. "You have a hundred photos of me on your
laptop sir, you can wank off to me anytime you want, but if you try it on
with me again sir, I promise you, I will fuck up your life". And with that,
I left his office and made my way to my first lesson.

After school, I rushed home, wanting to check that mum was ok after her
outburst in the morning, however she was not at home. Danilo confirmed that
she was not home when he arrived back some time before 2pm. I tried calling
her mobile, but it was switched off. I went back to her room and found all
the little cut-outs of Marques glued neatly in a straight line along the
walls at eye-level. About two hundred of them. The rest of the bits of
photograph were nowhere to be seen. Eventually I found them in the kitchen
bin.

"What time did you leave this morning Dan?" I asked him

"About half an hour after you, fam".

"And, had mum calmed down?" I asked.

"Not really bro, she kept ranting for ages, I kept out of her way tho". He
confirmed. "Are you worried about her?".

"Always, fam".

"By the way, we can go see Marvin any time fam, he is expecting us". Danilo
said excitedly.

"Kewl, well holla when you wanna go fam".

My phone pinged, it was a bbm message from Dwayne 'Sean is moving away from
Keynsham!' He added a shocked face smilie.

'Dats a bit sudden innit' I replied.

'His parents have been arguing about it coz his mum don't wanna go fam, do
you think his dad knows I fucked him?'

'No way fam' I explained 'Gary wants to leave because of ME fam'

'Oh, shit' Dwayne replied.

'When are they goin?" I asked.

'I dunno fam, I'll find out and ping u later'.

'Safe'. I replied

I called Kemal. "Fam, It's Curtis, you aint seen my mum today have you?"

"No bruv". He answered. "She gone missing again has she?"

"Yeah fam! I beg u holla straight away if you see her".

"Will do mate".

An hour or so later, and still with no sign of mum, I grabbed a fiver from
my wrap and Danilo and I piled into his sexy whip (car) and set off to meet
Marvin. I must admit I felt like a gee, going to meet one of Bristol's
biggest drug cartel bosses, and even though I'd never heard of him, it felt
prestigious, even moreso that he was 'expecting me'. I was dressed smartly,
in a pair of black jeans and limited edition black huarachi's, with a smart
dark blue Ben Sherman shirt. I didn't know how to dress to meet a drug
dealer, so I thought 'fuck it, I'll dress for Gamu's recital, and explain,
that's why I'm dressed smart if any fucker asks'.

"Fam". Danilo started, offering me some advise. "Don't say too much, he'll
be evaluating every word".

"Ok, thanks for the advice". I replied, starting to feel a little nervous.

"Don't speak to anyone unless they speak to you first, and don't ask Marvin
ANYTHING, it he wants you to know something, HE will tell YOU".

"What about weights and prices and that" I asked.

"Fam, YOU will be working for HIM, not the other way round" he reminded me,
"He will tell you everything you need to know".

When we arrived at the terraced house on St. Paul's 'frontline' in Bristol,
I stood nervously waiting behind Danilo for the door to be
answered. Eventually a young black woman answered, she looked rough, no
make up, natty weave, and her face and legs could have done with a lick of
Palmers (Cocoa Butter), her lips were black, and she was so thin she looked
ill. She spudded Dan, and looked me up and down, ushering us both inside
and pointing us up the stairs. The house looked plain from the outside, but
was pimped up inside, flamboyantly decorated in typical caribbean style
with ridiculously bright colours, On the stairs we passed three young
children, two of them were just wearing nappies, and playing with a slinky,
the third boy who was slightly older, maybe five or six was playing on an
iPhone 5 was wearing black shorts and a red, green and yellow string
vest. All three of them seemed to know Danilo, but didn't speak to
him. They stared at me with intrigue.

At the top of the stairs we turned into the corridor, and Danilo
immediately knocked on the second door, obviously familiar with the
routine.

"Come". Even though the voice only uttered the one word, the strong
Jamaican accent was clearly distinguishable. Marvin stood up from his
rotating black leather office chair, turned to face me looking me slowly up
and down, kissing his teeth slowly. He was tall and dark, with long
dreadlocks like my fathers. He had several gold teeth and his eyes were so
dark they were almost black. He was drawing on a large spliff. He turned to
Danilo pointing at me "You bring me a muthafucking pickney?"

"Yes boss". Danilo spoke surprisingly confidently. "I know your gonna like
him boss".

Marvin rustled around in his pocket looking for a key. He threw it to
Danilo, who caught it. "Go and tek the last of your tings from da house,
and leave da key wit Nanette. I go speak wit your boy Curtis, good-bye
Dan".

Danilo turned to leave, then broke his own advise, and piped up "I need to
come back to pick up Curtis".

"No fam, its ok, I'll see you at home, I'm going to meet a girl".

Danilo looked at me as if to say 'are you sure?'. I nodded, and he left.

"Danilo tells me you have a big dick" He looked serious, I wasn't sure
whether to answer. Eventually he raised his eyebrows indicating that he did
expect an answer.

A thousand 'wrong answers' rushed into my mind, I wanted to say 'well, a
squirrel has a big dick compared to Danilo', but he might not be impressed
with my disloyalty, I wondered if he wanted me to show him my dick, but the
implications of getting THAT wrong were too grave to consider, I thought
about saying 'so all the girls say', but that seemed like a corny
cliché, so I settled for simply saying. "Yes boss, I do".

"How old are you, son?". He asked, passing his a lit spliff, wanting to see
me draw from it.

"14 boss" I inhaled professionally, impressing him as I passed it back.

"Ok son, here's what we go do, Danilo already mek mi gwan promise to
consider to give you a job, I know your story son, he told mi 'bout your
mam, and how u need dis job fi tek care of she". I nodded. "So we go leave
dis up to fate to decide, you an my son are 'bout da same age," Marvin
explained. "You ca work for me, if your dick is bigger than my sons dick".

'This must be the strangest job interview the world has ever seen' I
thought to myself.

"Marlon!" Marvin shouted for his son. A handsome but yardie looking boy
appeared, shorter than me, and with a thick head of foot-long
dreadlocks. He was only wearing a pair of football shorts. His body was
lean, not nearly as muscular as mine tho. "Marlon, tek your shorts
down". His father commanded. I could tell it was with reluctance, but
Marlon dared not disregard his fathers instruction, so staring at me, as
through blaming me somehow for this, he pulled his shorts down, allowing
them to drop to his ankles. His dick was uncut, like mine, and big, I was
pretty certain that I was bigger, but my nerves had had a bit of a
shrinking effect.

"Your turn, son" he said to me.

I undid my buckle, button and zip, lowered my jeans and boxers to the
floor, and lifted up my shirt exposing my much thicker and very slightly
longer heavy dick.

"Fuck me" Marlon gasped.

"Go and tek care of ur brothers, Marlon", Marvin said, satisfied that I was
bigger. He looked at me and said "Get dressed". During the next thirty
minutes Marvin told me how things were gonna work, I was to collect from
him in ounce bags, 8th-of-an-ounce bags and 1gram bags, and sell them for
£160, £25 and £10 respectively in Keynsham, Saltford and the
surrounding villages and hamlets only. I would keep 10% plus anything I
charged over the quoted amounts. I was not allowed to sell in Bristol or
Bath or anywhere else. If I was ever caught, I was to claim the drugs were
for personal use. If I lose any or if any gets stolen I will have to cover
the loss myself. I am never to tell anyone who supplies me, or give out
Marvin's name, address or any other information. I am never to run out of
'stock', and I will be expected to move on to pushing coke after 3 months
trial selling weed.

Marvin stretched out his hand to shake mine. I could not believe what was
happening, I reached out and proudly shook the hand that had just became my
new boss. 'Fuck me' I thought, 'I am officially a drug dealer!'. I wanted
to tell the world, but Danilo would have to do for now.

Marvin bent over and picked up a Nike shoulder bag from under his desk, he
threw it at me, and I put it over my shoulder.

"In dat bag der are ten one-ounce bags, twenty eighth-bags and fifty
ten-bags, dat is £2600, your cut is £260 plus any extra you can mek,
come back fi more with my £2340". He ordered.

"But boss, you said I should not run out, so should I really wait until I
have made £2340 to come and get more".

"Never fuckin question me again white-bwoi". He motioned me to leave with a
flick of his eyes. I'd never been called a 'white-boy' before, I dunno why
I found it offensive, I have nothing against white people, I have white
friends and of course a white mother, but for some reason, it grated on me
harshly.

I left the 'office' and descended the flight of stairs, passing the three
unsupervised children again. The lady was no-where to be seen, so I let
myself out. Marlon was sitting on the wall outside, still shirtless and
bare-footed. He was smoking a spliff and listening to some grime on his
ipod.

"Impressive piece" he smirked.

"You too" I flirted back, presenting him my clenched hand. We bumped fists.

"So are u working for my father?" He asked.

"You know I can't answer that fam". I joked.

"Topman, topman" he responded. "I'm goin inside to babysit, you wanna
finish this?" He asked, passing me his half-smoked blunt.

I didn't really wanna smoke, but I didn't wanna look like a pussy either,
so I took it, and drawed from it as I walked down the road, surrendering to
the top quality high-grade.

I called Danilo. "Bless fam, I'll be rolling in my own Audi TT soon fam".

"Well done fam, I knew he'd like you".

"Why did you tell him I had a big dick tho fam?"

"I dunno bro, I was kinda shocked when I saw it this morning, and when I
phoned him, it just came out, sorry dude".

"It's calm man, anyway, we'll talk when I see u at home, send me a text to
let me know if mum is in when you get back fam".

"Will do".

As I hung up the call with Danilo, another call came straight in...

"Hello Dwayne, what you sayin? Shit, that rhymes". I laughed.

"So, Sean and his parents have gone away for a few days already, apparently
looking for houses up north where his grandparents live, they're on their
way now".

"Are they going by car?"

"Nah, train fam"

"And, how long ago did they leave bro?" I asked.

"Literally within the last half hour fam, why?"

"Coz I'm in Bristol bro, I might go wait for them at Temple Meads."

"Kewl, let me know if anything happens fam".

"Course fam". I answered,

It was just gone seven-o-clock when I reached Temple Meads Station, but I
was convinced I would have got there before them. I pinged Sean 'fam, I
hear your going away, are u at the station yet?'

He replied 'nearly, we're in a cab'.

'When u reach, meet me in the toilets by the main entrance, I'll be in the
disabled toilet, knock twice and I'll let u in'.

'Kewl'.

Twenty minutes later the knock came, I opened and let Sean inside. "Sorry I
took long fam".

I ignored his apology. "Why are you man leaving?". I asked, rhetorically,
to see what he'd been told.

"I dunno fam, dad just got in a piss and said we had to leave, he quit his
job and everything". Sean explained.

"Sean" I explained. "Your gonna be vex with me, and I beg you don't bait us
out, but it is ME your dad is running from, because I fucked him, and now
he is convinced that he is gay, and he can't handle it".

"You fucked my dad?". He looked shocked.

"Yeah fam, it was a one-off, at the school open day, when you went to watch
the drama". I owned up.

"So why does he think he's gay?" Sean asked ironically "I mean, Dwayne
fucked my ass yesterday, but I don't think I'm gay".

"Because your dad IS gay Sean" I explained. "But he doesn't want to admit
it fam".

"My dad's a prick bruv, I've always thought it". Sean admitted. "Curtis, I
beg u let me suck your dick before I leave".

"I would fam, but I promised your dad that I would not move to you".

"Fuck him, Curtis".

"I already have bruv". I laughed.

"Sean!" Gary called from somewhere inside the gents toilets. "Our train is
leaving in five minutes, where are you".

Sean opened the door and snuck out. "OK dad, I'm done". He quickly washed
his hands, and tried justifying to his dad what he was doing in the
disabled toilet. My phone rang. Loudly. Would you believe it?  It was
Danilo. "I'll call you back in two mins fam" I hung up.

The door opened and Gary hurled himself at me violently. "What the fuck
were you doing in the toilet with my son?". He yelled.

"Fuck off, you pervert, I was talking to him". I wrestled Gary to the wall
and punched him in the side of his face.

"Dad, we were talking, dats all man". Sean shouted.

I punched Gary one more time in his stomach, severely winding him, and then
I walked out of the cubicle saying to sean "So sorry fam" as I left the
toilets.

Sue, Gary's wife was standing outside the toilets looking at her
watch. "Curtis" she said "what are you doing here?".

I glanced back at the door I just came from and replied sarcastically "a
piss".

She laughed. I spoke quietly as I walked away "what are you doing with a
waste of fucking homosexual space like Gary?". I know she heard me, but I
did not look back to gauge her reaction, but something made me know that I
would be hearing from Sue very soon.

I called Danilo back. "Whassup fam?"

"I was just phoning to say, she aint here bro".

"OK mate, thanks for calling".

I tried mums mobile again, it was still off. As I walked the ten minute
walk to St. Mary Redcliffe Church to watch Gamu's recital, and to take my
mind off worrying about mum, I contemplated how many fucking chances I'd
passed up today... What was wrong with me?... First of all, Danilo and I
wrestled this morning and that could have easily become a
fuck-session. Then there was Dale, whose dick I grabbed in school, another
easy lay. Mr. Wilde was gagging for me too, not that I would ever go there
again. I dunno about Marvin, but his son Marlon is definitely up for some
fun with me, and I'll be fucked if I did not just turn down a blow job from
a ten-year-old. 'I must be losing my edge' I thought, before remembering
that I was carrying over two-and-a-half grand's worth of drugs casually
into Bristol's second biggest church after just beating up a pussyole in
the disabled toilets. 'Your still a gee fam' I said to myself.

The recital was amazing. Its not the sort of thing I would normally ever
have gone to if not for wanting to wifey Gamu, but I'm so glad I did, it
opened my eyes to a different world. The classical music was beautifully
relaxing and Gamu played her violin so perfectly I was gassed. I looked
around for her father, but I couldn't see anyone that fit the bill. In fact
Gamu and I were the only two black people in there. When the concert
finished, she ran up to me and threw her arms round me, kissing me on the
cheek. "You came!!!"

"I would not have missed this for the world, babes". I said honestly. "This
was amazing, you were amazing, YOU, were amazing". I was lost for words.

"Aww thank you babes" she said, letting go of me.

"Where's your dad?". I asked.

"I have to call him now, and he'll come and get me". She said, as she did
so. "He'll be 20 mins, follow me". She said as she skipped off along a
cloister.

'The only girl in the world I would take orders from' I thought as I
followed her up the cloister and into a room where she had stored her
violin case and school bag. There were two other girls in the room, who
giggled at Gamu's obvious pride at bringing me into 'their room'. "Wassup
ladies" I said. They giggled more stupidly. After a while I realised that
these girls were ridiculing Gamu, they had made no attempt to speak to her,
nor her, they.

Eventually one of them spoke up "Is this, BOY, your brother,
Gamooopychoopy" she giggled, taking the piss. Gamu looked away,
embarrassed.

'Nah, I aint having this' I thought to myself, 'Nobody is disrespecting my
Gamu. I addressed the same girl, but pointed at her friend. "Is this,
BITCH, your dyke?". Gamu laughed out loud.

"Tell your brother to apologise" the girl commanded Gamu.

"I am not her brother". I confirmed, "I am her man". I put my arm around
Gamu's waist and pulled her in for a kiss. As it was our first kiss, and
there was an audience, and not the most romantic of situations, I was going
to keep it short, just enough to convince the bitches. But Gamu melted into
my lips, and the kiss became a dance. When our lips met, they greeted each
other like long-lost lovers. My hand held her back close into my body. Her
eyes were closed. This was different, special. I looked over and
tweedle-dum and tweedle-dee "so fuck off then", I ordered. They rushed out
of the room carrying their Cello's and muttering under their breath.

"I had hoped our first kiss would have been a little more private". I said
apologetically.

"Except, this was not our first kiss". Gamu smiled. "I've been kissing you
in my mind ever since you dropped Dwayne home on Friday".  We kissed again,
I rested my hands on the top of her ass, but made no attempt to take things
any further. She was too special to spoil. "I better go outside and wait
for my Father, I don't want him to come looking for me". She said.

I followed her out into the cloisters and watched her as she walked up the
nave and out the main doors. I sat for fifteen minutes to be sure that her
father had collected her before making my way to the bus station.

I boarded the Badgerline bus which stops at Keynsham on its way to Bath and
sat down in the back row. There were only a few other people on the bus,
one of whom, a good-looking white man in his 30's kept looking round at me
and was behaving as though he were trying to get my attention, but never
making it clear why. After five minutes or so, he moved to the seat in
front of me. "Wassup mate?". I asked him

"Do you know where I can get any weed?" He asked. I was vaguely amused
because he was only asking me this because I am black, and yet, here I am
fulfilling the stereotype.

"How much do you want?" I asked, hoping to get my first sale, not exactly
in Keynsham, but close enough.

"An ounce" he said. "Or half, or even an eighth if you haven't..."

I interrupted him, "I have an ounce on me, I can do it for
£250". Marking my price up mightily.

"I usually get it for around £200". He said.

"Well", I boasted, "I'm shotting GOOD shit mate, but I'll do it for £200
if you suck my dick".

"I'm not a fag" he protested.

"I know that mate". I softened him up, while undoing my jeans again,
hopefully this time to actually get some action. I pulled them down to my
knees and lifted the hem of my shirt above my dick revealing myself to the
dude.

He was fairly tidy, the smart-casual type with black trousers and an
expensive looking shirt on. He had short brown hair, and brown eyes, he was
tanned, and well groomed.

I could almost feel his deliberations in the atmosphere. "Make your mind up
fam, I'm getting off in Keynsham, that's like three stops".

"Me too, kid", he said as he knelt down between my legs in the aisle, and
tentatively moved his face towards my hard dick. "I've never done this
before". He said.

"Me neither". I lied as I put my hand on his head and pushed it down onto
my waiting dick. He opened his lips and swallowed as much as he could of my
shaft. His tongue explored the shaft as his lips moved up and down on it. I
moaned to let him know it felt good, and to encourage him to go on.  I
realised that perhaps I had moaned a little too loud as several of the
other passengers were straining their necks to try and see what was going
on, the cock-sucker was thankfully ignorant of the attention we were
receiving as his head continued to bob up and down, as he learned to take
more and more of my thick shaft.

The bus pulled up at our stop. I held my trousers up and shuffled off the
bus, to a few 'tuts' and mutterings. "You need to finish the job mate" I
exclaimed.

"We can't go to my house kid, coz my missus is there, and besides, my jaw
is aching now".

I walked inside the bus-stop shelter, it was one of those old stone ones
with walls on three sides and a stone roof, with a wooden seat inside.
"Mate, I know your not gay, and nor am I by the way, so this is a
one-off. But I'm horny, and you want discount weed, so this is how were
gonna seal the deal. I moved him to the stone wall, and lifted his two
hands up to rest on the wall. I stood behind him and reached my hands
around his waist, undoing his trousers. They fell to the floor, closely
followed by his boxer-trunks.

"Your not gonna fuck me mate". He said half questioning.

"Keep telling yourself that mate" I said as I let go of my jeans and boxers
and slid my fucking hard dick in the crack of his ass. "Relax, or this will
hurt", I explained. "Relax, and push out ur muscles". He 'pushed' with such
effort, such fear of pain, that my dick slid quite easily inside him,
lubricated by precum and saliva I began to pump his ass.

"Oh shit!!!" He cried "this hurts like fuck".

"Now you understand that expression" I jested as I pounded deep inside his
ass. I wrapped my arms around his waist, sliding one hand up inside his
shirt and staking hold of his erect nipple, squeezing it tightly as I
continued banging his ass.

"Fuck ME!!!!!". He cried out in pain

I lowered my hands and held on to his hips raising my pelvis higher with
every thrust. I could feel the pre-cum oozing out of my dick enabling me to
slide further out of him as it greased up my dick, which in turn enabled me
to pound him harder and deeper as he cried out in pain.

"Stop mate". He pleaded. I continued banging him furiously, ignoring his
request, aware that I was about to cum.

"Ahhhhhhhh" he screamed as he felt my cum erupt deep inside him. I held him
tight as my dick throbbed in him. Once the last drop was emitted I pulled
out and pulled up my trousers.

"Thanks mate". I opened my bag and got out my very first ounce of weed.

The man opened his wallet and gave me £200 in twenty pound notes.
"£200 is our price from now on yeah? But I ain't doing THAT again". I
gave him my number and we went our separate ways.

'What a sale' I thought, that's £134 for Marvin and £66 for me, what
a mug'. I took my phone out my pocket and sent a broadcast on bbm to
everyone that would not snake me for shotting weed, about 150 people,
saying '10bags in school tomorrow, call or ping to reserve'. Instantly a
few pings came in placing 'orders'.

I had received a text from Gamu too. 'Thanks so much for coming today,
mummy says I can come and watch you train tomorrow, as long as I am home
before 10pm xxxxx'

I replied 'Great, shall I meet you in Bristol then, at the bus station at
5pm xxxxx'

'Perfect, see u tomrw xxxxx'

When I reached home I filled Danilo in on the details of my meeting with
Marvin as well as my rendez-vous with Gamu. There was still no sign of mum
however, and to be honest it was getting more than slightly worrying, but
there is no way I was calling the police. I said a quick prayer asking God
to watch out for her, and texted Jaydon asking him to pray the same.

I rolled up the £200 starting a second money wrap, and stuffed it up the
back of the radiator next to the wrap of £1080. I tipped the bags of
weed onto my bed, counting them back into the bag, to make sure there was
the amount that Marvin had said there was, pleased to find everything in
order.

'Oh shit' I remembered that I had to get mum to sign a consent form. 'Never
mind, I can forge it if I have to' I told myself, still not sure if I
really wanted to go on the fucking trip anyway. I made myself a quick
snack, and spent thirty minutes doing my French homework, before dragging
myself to bed, I wrapped my fingers around my flaccid dick and said 'see
fam, I told you it would be worth thje wait'.

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Chapter 12 will follow soon, please email marcusdacosta@hotmail.co.uk to
let me know your thoughts on how the story is going.