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SAN ANDREAS STORIES
What to do when your homeboys gay


"I'm tellin' you Kendl, get in the damn car!"

"Carl, I can't even believe you're bugging as bad as this," Kendl
replied, her voice shrill. CJ was used to that tone of voice. "How you
even going to come up in here like this."

"I ain't gonna say it again, Kendl!"

CJ could see the eyes watching him, from the number of broken down
houses around him. He had hardly left the car before he'd been
confronted, and then Kendl had come out. It was a relief seeing her,
knowing that she was ok. But next to the last couple of days, it was
only a small blessing. Things were well fucked up.

"Things were going fine until you came up in here, Carl," his sister
replied. "Cesar's family are taking care of me."

"Yeah, well in case you ain't noticed, shit got a lil fucked up."

"You think I don't know? I know all about your gang shit, Carl." That
same old Johnson fire, and Kendl had it the strongest of all of them.
Carl knew toe to toe, there was little way he could convince his
sister. But right now none of that mattered.

"There's a lot of shit you don't know right now," CJ replied, still
close. "I'm coming to take you out of here and make sure you're safe."

"I am safe!"

"Get in the car!"

CJ could see the heat in her face, and in her eyes. She was a good
looking woman, rounded in all the right places. Enough that she got
more looks than CJ was comfortable with. She dressed brief too,
another thing he wouldn't mind changing. All too overprotective, but
this was his sister. No one fucked with his sister.

Especially not his so-called homeboy Ceese. That shit was going to
stop right now. And this was for her own good.

Will was still sitting in the car behind him, silent as always, and
watching. CJ noticed one of the vatos that had come out to greet him
was starting to come back now that things were getting obviously
heated. He was older than Cesar, but he could see the signs in his
features that he was family. The three houses around them were run
down, barely holding together. High up on Las Colinas hills, the view
was lost on Carl.

"Hey, homes. I don't think your sister wants to leave with you."

"Stay out of this homie," CJ remarked sharply, holding out a warning
hand. "This is family business."

The vato hung back a respectable distance but it was obvious he wasn't
leaving anytime soon. CJ focussed his attention back on Kendl, who
looked about ready to go back into the house. He wasn't about to have
that. He had to make her understand somehow.

"Shit is fucked up right about now, Kendl," he said, trying to sound
reasoned. "Lot of stuff you don't know. Now we just going to get in
the car and I'm going to take you some place safe."

"I'm not going anywhere Carl," replied Kendl. Her eyes were hard. "I'm
not going anywhere until Cesar comes back for me. That was the plan.
Not even you Carl. Especially not when you're acting wild like this."

"How I got to break this down for you?"

"How you going to act like this in front of your boys family? They
taken me in Carl. They looking after me."

"You don't know shit about your boy. That's what I'm here for," CJ
shot back. Then he added, his voice hard with the spite, "And I'm sure
they taking real nice care of you."

CJ knew it was a mistake the moment he said it, and it had only been
the rage and frustration that had dragged it out. It stopped Kendl in
her tracks, and she was suddenly silent. Big chest and shoulders
rising and falling with the heat of the moment, Carl felt the
agonising hush that had crashed down between them. Cesar's relative
wasn't looking too happy either, but somehow he was still restrained.

"If you ever talk like that again, Carl," Kendl said, closer now, and
her voice tempered and quiet. "I swear I'll disown you. Don't you
_ever_ make out like I'm some cheap ho. I'm not like those girls you
sleep with. And you don't know Cesar or his family."

"I know he sucks dick."

The silence was worse this time, and this time CJ bared the full force
of that stare. It weakened, tears welling before the quiet was broken
by a sharp slap. He felt the sudden pain in his cheek, baring it,
letting it harden him inside. He'd said it, and something about it
felt good. Cesar had betrayed him and now Kendl knew the truth. Even
if he'd fucked everything up, at least she knew the truth.

"What'd you say, homes?"

"Get out," Kendl said, hoarse. "Fuck you, Carl!"

"What'd you say about my brother, homes?"

CJ felt all the pain and anger harden him, piling onto his big
shoulders along with the weight of the last few days. Behind him he
heard the car door open. He stared at Kendl, hoping the truth would
shake her free, but it was only making her cry. How could she not see
that he was trying to help her? CJ saw an older woman with a shawl,
coming out of one of the houses, going to comfort Kendl, while the
vato advanced on him. There was a fire in the man's eyes.

"You better answer me, ese."

"Get in the car, Carl."

This time it was Will's voice, the young homeboy. Pulling him back and
away from danger, while more of Cesar's family emerged from the
houses. There was no way that the vato couldn't have heard what he had
said to Kendl. Now everyone knew. It made Carl feel good. At least now
everyone knew what a fake Cesar was. Even his family.

"Get in the car, Kendl! We leaving."

"No, we're leaving, CJ," Will said. He was pushing him back towards
the car, but it like like pushing a mountain. "We have to leave."

"Kendl!"

Kendl was sobbing, the older woman holding her safe. Carl burned,
angry and possessive, but there were more men coming for him than he
could handle. Will shoved him into the passengers seat, slamming the
door as the vato's came up to the car. He was around at the drivers
side in a flash, starting the car in a bid to make a run for it.

"You best not come back here, ese!" the vato shouted. "Te matare!"

The car lurched, and something hit the trunk with a thump. CJ sat
there in silence as Will gunned it along the dirt track, along the
lane of ramshackle houses. The radio was on K-Rose for some reason,
and only lent a surreal air to his stunned state. CJ wondered if it
was possible that he could lose more. First Grove Street. Then Cesar.
Now Kendl? Why was it all happening?

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"Tell you what?" Will asked. The kid looked wired, his face shadowed
under his green hoodie. The sun was pulling down low over the wide
vista of East Los Santos.

"Why didn't you tell me what your boy O and Ceese do."

"It's in the past."

"How you gonna front on something like that, homeboy?" Carl asked, his
voice hard. "How you not gonna tell me that your homeboys a busta?"

Will was silent, like he always was. What was it going to take to drag
answers out of this kid? Carl let out a yelp, thumping his head as
Will hit the streets, almost taking out the curb with him. The car
skid to a sharp halt, as CJ thumped back heavily into his seat. He
stared at Will, questioningly.

"Now you tryin' to kill me?" Carl asked, as he rubbed at his head.
"What you doing?"

Will was getting out of the car, as traffic honked loudly, backing up
and then passing from behind them. "I don't know how to drive."

Carl got out of the car, watching Will as he slinked about to swap
places. The guy was small, but he moved smooth, like an athlete. There
was an air of quiet assurance about him, that was all but lost on CJ
in his current mood. He noticed the stare Will gave him from under his
hood as he passed. It was pointed and direct. Carl got back in the
car, shutting off the radio to quit that damn hick wailing.

"Might not know it, CJ," Will said, quiet. "But you got bigger
problems right now than your homeboy sucking dick."

"Don't see how."

"Get over yourself, Carl. We in the middle of Los Santos Vagos turf,
and we meant to be in hiding from the Ballaz. How's this even smart?"

There was a wisdom in Will's words that Carl didn't want to pay
attention to. Right now all that mattered was that Kendl was still up
there with the rest of Cesar's family. He didn't think it was even
worth trying to explain that all to Will. The guy did have a way of
putting shit into perspective though. Carl noticed the two idle Vagos
chilling on the other side of the street. He wondered how he had
missed their yellow colors.

"We need a plan, Carl," Will added, looking over at him. "You running
out of homeboys."

"Maybe you right, homie," replied Carl, pulling out from the curb. He
joined the traffic, cruising slow. He stayed quiet and hoped Will did
the same. For the moment at least he was left alone with his thoughts.

CJ saw the group of Vagos up the street, and it lent strength to
Will's words. They stared back at him, stoic and silent, eyes laiden
with the same deadly threats that they carried openly, shoved in the
back of their pants. CJ felt suddenly like a small fish in a very
large shark tank. The dying afternoon sun fell golden against one of
the Vagos shirtless body, all tattoo and muscle.

"How this even out the back of Vinewood, anyhow," Carl asked quietly.
He saw the shirtless Vagos stare hard, approach the car, even though
he was driving past.

"Does your fam know where you are, ese?"

CJ put his foot down a little, letting the car leap forward a bit, and
clear him from near the group of Vagos. This was all bad news. Coming
back here had been a mistake, but given what he had walked in on and
wanted to leave as far behind him as possible, what choices did he
have. With Will in the car, all he was interested in was finding
Kendl. Now he had fucked that up too.

"How Las Colinas anywhere near Vinewood? Your boy O is a busta."

Will didn't say anything, almost just a shadow in green there in the
passengers side. Carl let the car roll easy down one of Las Colinas
nortoriously steep roads, searching his mind for answers. He'd blown
Angel Pines. Where else did he have to hide out? Anywhere had to be
better than here, right back where he started. CJ tried to figure out
what to do, hoping for the answer to just hit him.

Fuck this all. Fuck Cesar and fuck Kendl. Fuck all his homeboys that
were meant to have his back.

Fuck everything. What the fuck was he meant to do now?

CJ stared up the road, his mind still hard on Cesar. He stared at a
slow moving woman there, all ass and tits. She was latino, and dressed
so scant that she was barely dressed at all. Her mini was obscene,
tight enough that it showed off all of her ample ass, and something
besides, CJ thought. It was enough to distract him, draw him out of
his mood and his problems. As that thick ass got closer and closer,
the idea of it was starting to seem more appealing, and somehow made
more sense as an answer. He didn't see Will's disbelieving stares at
him, as he licked his lips. The chica had noticed him rolling up
alongside.

"You look like you need a good puta."

The accent was rich, and her voice flowed like honey. CJ smiled back,
finding it easy to lose himself in the promise of sex, given his
situation. He took the moment to look over the rest of her, finding
her as stacked in the front as she was the back. She leant towards the
car to look in, wearing a pleasant smile, and little else as CJ took
in the volumes of her cleavage. He could smell the cheap perfume on
her.

"Yeah, I'm down."

"Carl, how you even going to go there?" Will asked quietly, his voice
urgent. "How you going to think about sex at a time like this?"

"Easy. You gonna fuck this up for me too?"

"How is this my fault?"

The more CJ looked at her, the more everything else seemed like a
passing dream. This was one dream he was about to get right up in. He
felt the heavy weight growing inside his sweatpants, as the giddy
thrill of it passed through his stomach. Given how little he had got
lately with all this shit, this was looking like an easy way out.

"Hop in, girl. I'll give you a ride you won't ever forget."

The girl smiled, replying in flowing spanish as she got into the back.
CJ ignored the looks he was getting from Will. He pulled away from the
sidewalk as soon as she was in, feeling her presence behind him. And
then her hands on his big shoulders. It felt good, good enough that
her slow touch was banishing any thoughts of betrayal and close
friends sucking cock.

"Two, chico? I do you both if you want," she said, and then more in
spanish. CJ always wished he understood more spanish. Will was sitting
in a profound silence beside him, shrugging off the puta's hand when
she touched him.

"Way I see it, homes, you can ever stay in the car, or get out," Carl
remarked, as he scanned the street for a spot. "But right now, I'm
gonna get mine. Then I'll figure out what to do next."

CJ was hard by the time he spotted the wide alley between the lines of
low houses. He pulled the car off the street, growing all too
accustomed to the puta's slow touch. She had gone from feeling out the
hard muscle of his shoulders, to the front of his big chest. He could
hear her breathing against his ear, and felt the same excitement
rising in his own as he headed along the deserted alley. Maybe it was
a good thing Will was here, that way she was in the back seat, and he
had enough time to find a spot before things got out of hand. Either
way, as he stopped the car, both him and the chica were more than
ready for it.

"What?" CJ asked, seeing the pointed stare from Will. He got out of
the car, and shut the door behind him.

"Don't worry about him, chico," the puta said. CJ glanced about,
finally able to get another eyeful of the girl. She looked so
impressed she was wet. Carl knew he still had it.

"I'm not worried, girl."

"Come back here, my big burro."

"Yeah, girl, that's what I'm talkin' 'bout."

Carl managed to move awkwardly between the seats, almost crushing the
girl as he stumbled into the back of the car. He fell heavy, but
didn't mind it so much as he pressed tight up against her. Right now,
this was about the only thing that did make sense. Carl ran his hand
up under the brief garment that somehow contained her breasts, feeling
every part of him hum in anticipation. He pushed his hand up under it,
against smooth, soft skin. He felt the resistance that kept them
trapped, and then suddenly they both slipped out, the long bandanna
slipping up about her neck.

"Ooh, you hung like a burro, too, chico!" she said, as Carl groaned at
the touch. He hands were as eager as his, working down his front, and
up under his t-shirt.

"My moms warned me about girls like you."

CJ quickly took charge, finding the lack of room hampering, but his
enthusiasm more than making up for it as he laid her back. Her hand
stayed locked about his flesh, pulling it free from his sweatpants as
he struggled out of his t-shirt. This shit had been a lot easier when
he was younger, and a lot smaller. Since he'd come back to Los Santos
and started packing on all the muscle, making out in a car made a lot
less sense.

Carl saw the unabaited lust in the girls eyes as he dropped his
t-shirt back, his thick upper body exposed. Her hands were lost
between giving up his member, or exploring his huge muscles. CJ
lowered himself down, his own hands grabbing on her tits, squeezing
them up. He ached to get his dick up between them, to feel them hold
him there tight, but there was little enough room to fuck, let alone
move that much.

CJ shoved her skirt up, and it easily slid to her waist. He was hot
with want as he realised the dark shadow hinted at below there had
been her naked sex. Trust a puta not to be wearing any undies. He ran
his big hand down over her soft thatch, hearing her moans fill the car
with his own. His sweatpants had slipped off his wide hips, along with
his boxers in her mad dash to undress him. In the tight space, Carl's
heavy dick was only a few thoughts away from her cunt.

"I love you big black 'bangers," she moaned, the heat of her obvious
in every part of her. Carl was lost in his own lust, but briefly
thought of Cesar's stash of porn. Not that the speed that the girl was
taking to him was anything new.

"Yeah girl, you gonna enjoy this."

_Not as much as I'm going to, though. I need this right now._

CJ felt the moistness on his fingers as they penetrated her depths, a
warmth there like satin. His big cock ached, as he stumbled between
her thighs in a bid to mount. There was no time for any real foreplay,
let alone room for it. Even if there had been, CJ wasn't even sure he
would have wasted the time on it. Her juices painted a trail along
soft skin as he moved to hold her by the hips, dragging her and
meeting her half way. He felt his proud crown touch and then push
between her lips.

"Ooooh! Papi!!"

"Whose the man?"

Overcome briefly by the warmth and wetness there, CJ gasped. Brief
only, before he lanced in deeper, feeling the girl squirm beneath him.
She spread wide to take him, as his member drove forward and lodged in
deep. Her well manicured fingernails bit at his muscular back, as her
warmth spread through him, her gasps tight in his ear. As he tried to
push further, CJ heard the gasps turn to moans, and the tightness
increased.

"Carl Johnson," he moaned, deep, as he clung to her body, penetrating
her depths. "Remember that!"

She replied in a litany of spanish, that sounded like praise and
prayers. It drove CJ on as he started to fuck, hearing the suspension
creak beneath them in the car that was their lovebed. He used his
weight and strength, levering himself to get in deeper, trying to have
his whole member inside. The heat between his thighs and hers
increased, the sweat burning across his big body. It felt good, like
he was in his prime and in his element. Nothing could bring him down.

"Oooh, I love your choriso, papi!"

"I'm the man," he barked, banging in deep. "I'm the man!"

Carl felt the building momentum in the way that his body, and the car
rocked. He thought briefly how all his extra size only made things
hotter. Nothing but good things had happened since he had got this
ripped, at least with the girls. He felt his peak climbing, as his
great, veined cock thrust up in her again and again. Everything was
soft, and hard, and smooth. Nothing in between.

How could Cesar give this shit up for dick?

CJ lost his prideful boasts and calls as his climax started to
overwhelm him. He realized he was a lot closer to the window, and
along with the rhythmic creaks came the puta's cries in tight, hard
shouts. His own joined hers as he powered in deep, feeling as if he
was splitting her. He felt her arms wrapped tight, crushing around his
big form as he gasped, unloading his thick load deep inside her cunt.

Carl wondered briefly if Will was getting an eyeful of this. He
decided he liked that idea.

His cock swimming in her cum and his, Carl felt wet all over. His
heart raced in his chest, thumping, as he came to the sensation of her
body pressed against his. Damp flesh clinging to his. He was dizzied
momentarily by the heat, sucking in deep breaths as he slowly
withdrew.

"Say what you want, but I _know_ I was the best you ever had."

The chica was smiling beneath him, with an expression that mirrored
his own. Carl felt the warm satisfaction, knowing that he hadn't
slipped in his game in this area. Even as the rest of the world
threatened to come crashing down around him, he still had it where it
really mattered. The car rocked as he got off her, sliding down into
the seat, while pulling his clothes back up. Beside him, the girl was
doing the same. Carl didn't much care. He'd got his nut and in a
matter of minutes she'd have her cash. Nothing but business.

"Oy, papi ..." Her hand lingered on his sweat slicked chest.

"Thanks," CJ joked, fishing about for where he thought he had dropped
his wallet. "You can pay me now."

Carl opened the door, feeling the cooling breeze caress his exposed
body. He went up to the drivers side, glancing about, wondering where
Will was if he wasn't right next to the car. The alley was quiet, the
brief sounds of a city getting ready for dinner around him. The same
parked car further up that he had passed on the way in. He looked down
the front of the seat for his wallet, hearing the puta get out of the
back.

CJ glanced up, catching the sea of purple at the end of the alley. It
made his breath lock in his chest.

Ballas.

A lot of them. More than he could fight. How the fuck had they found him?