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“Blaze Up”

morrisondauthor

After my righthand nigga Loko got himself locked up, I found myself in need of a new nigga to fill that important position. I had fifteen niggas working for me and out of that fifteen, only one was reliable enough to be my number two. His name was Meek and he was just as loyal to me as Loko had been. The only problem was I couldn’t tell if he would be down to fulfill all of Loko’s duties. While I had all my niggas out on the streets giving the fiends what they needed, I could only trust one nigga with my money and the business, and the only way I knew I could have all of his trust was to submit him to the prison code. The prison code meant just what it sounded like: he had to become my bitch behind closed doors.

“None of y’all niggas gettin’ hit up right now?” I asked the five who’d shown up that day.

“Nope,” they all answered.

“Shit, y’all ain’t gettin’ paid then. I’m not payin’ y’all to sit around and play 2K17 all fuckin’ day.”

They all shrugged their shoulders and put their focus back on the videogame. I gave Meek a look as I shook my head and sat down on the sofa. I stared at him as he pulled out a long blunt and lit it up. My dick started to grow hard as I focused on his ass. He was sagging so that ass was looking right in the pair of blue boxer briefs he was wearing. I’d been wanted to make him my lieutenant so I could fuck him but it was hard to tell if he was that hungry for the position. It took Loko less than a day to take the promotion and suck my dick, and a week later I fucked him for the first time.

For me, it wasn’t just about the sex. It was about the power and the amount of loyalty I could gain from that sort of arrangement. How could a dude betray me if he’s sucking my dick and letting me fuck him knowing I’d put the word out if he were to betray me? I wasn’t the one sucking dick and getting fucked in my ass, so I could regain my standing quicker than the nigga who was sucking me and getting fucked by me. As unfair and fucked up as that sounds, it’s just the truth.

“Yo Meek,” I said to him. “Let me talk to you for a second in my room.”

“Okay,” he said as he passed his blunt to Trigga, one of the other niggas who worked for me. He then stood up and followed me into my room.

I closed and locked the door before picking up a blunt I’d rolled earlier and lighting it. I took a hit from it before asking him, “You good, bruh?”

He laughed a little as he replied, “Yeah, I’m good.” His smile faded as he asked me, “Yo, I didn’t do some shit to piss you off, did I? Because if I did…”

“Nah, we good, my dude. I just need to talk to you about some shit I’ve been thinkin’ about.”

“A’ight. What’s good, Marz?”

I sat down on my bed and asked, “How would you like to make more money?”

Me (Marz)

“Shit, I’d like that a lot. How much we talkin’?”

“About triple than what you make now.”

“Oh shit, that’s what the fuck I’m talkin’ about, bruh. I kinda knew you was lookin’ for somebody to replace Loko but I ain’t think you would consider me.”

“Oh, so you think you’re qualified?”

“Hell yeah I’m qualified. When have I ever come up short? When have I ever caused any problems? And I took down five of them Lafayette Terrace niggas with just a metal bat and my hands. Them niggas don’t be on your corners no more, Marz. And I ain’t even have to shoot them bitch ass niggas.”

“You got heart. I know that. But it takes more than havin’ heart to be my number two, dawg. There’s some shit I’m not sure you’d be cool with.”

“My nigga, I’m down for anything. If you’re talkin’ more money then there ain’t shit I won’t do. And I get to order them niggas out there around like Loko used to do me?” He laughed and said, “I’m willin’ to do what it takes, man.”

Meek

“That’s what I wanna hear, bro.” I took a few more hits from my blunt and then passed it to him.

He took a hit from it and coughed a few times before saying, “Damn, nigga! Where you get this shit from?”

“Shit good, ain’t it?”

“Hell yeah!”

“I save the best shit for myself and my lieutenant. But you can only be my lieutenant if I can trust you.”

“Marz, you know you can trust me.”

“I do but I have a code.”

“Okay, what’s the code?”

“It’s not gonna be easy, man. It wasn’t easy for Loko and I know it ain’t gonna be easy for you.”

“Bro, just tell me what it is. I already told you I’m willin’ to do what it takes.”

“You remember when I told y’all I was locked up for five years?”

“Yeah. They got you on felony assault or some shit, right?”

“Yep. While I was in there, I learned some shit that gives the word loyalty a whole new meaning. Within a year, I was runnin’ pills, coke and smack through the prison. I had like six niggas doin’ shit for me and you know how I did it?”

“How?”

“I had one loyal nigga that had my back and was ready to take the fall in case some shit went down. He was my righthand while I was in there. We had an arrangement. In exchange for me puttin’ extra money on his books and sharin’ my profits with him, he became my prison bitch. You know what that means?”

He tightened up and shoved his hand into his pocket as he replied, “That means you fucked him, right?”

“Yeah. Consistent head and ass is a necessity in prison, bruh. Unless you get lucky and have a freaky ass female guard that’ll give you some pussy, there’s only one other way to get some when you’re locked up. I ain’t locked up no more but the prison code is still the code I do my business by. It’s about leverage and power, man. So, if you wanna be my lieutenant and make more money then you gotta be ready to accept the code. Do you?”

He stood there looking at me in silence for a little while before backing up to the door and locking it. He then took another hit from the blunt and then passed it back to me and asked, “What all do I have to do?”

“You down for real?”

“If you’re serious about it then yes. This ain’t some joke, is it?”

“I’m serious, bruh.”

“Okay then, what do I have to do?”

“You ain’t ready to get fucked yet. I can see that. But we can start out with you suckin’ my dick.” I stood up and slid my hand into my jeans and boxers to grab my semi-hard dick. “You cool doin’ that with the homies right outside the door?”

“That’s why I locked it.” He laughed a little as he took a step towards me and asked, “All you want me to do is suck your dick? You don’t wanna do nothin’ else while we got the time?”

He turned his back to me and pulled his shirt up and when I looked down at that plump ass, my dick grew stiff as fuck. I stepped up behind him and grabbed on that ass. That shit was so fat. I’d never licked a nigga’s ass before fucking him but Meek had me wondering how his ass would taste. I couldn’t believe he was ready for anything. The power of money is a bitch.

“You sure you cool with his?” I asked as I dry-humped him from the back.

“To be honest with you,” he said while reaching back and feeling on me, “I’ve been noticed the way look at me and shit. I see yo shit be gettin’ a little hard whenever you wear sweatpants or shorts. That shit be on my mind, too. I just never think on it too much. I never knew you was fuckin’ Loko though. I mean, with as many bitches that nigga fucks weekly I never would’ve guessed he was suckin’ you and lettin’ you fuck him.”

“That’s how it be, bruh. You never know.” I took the blunt from him and took a few last hits from it before putting it out on the ashtray on my nightstand. I then backed away from him and told him, “Take your shoes off so we can get on the bed.”

He took off his shoes and I took mine off. After taking off my jeans, I laid down on my bed and he sat down beside me. I pulled the shorts I had on down to my ankles and then guided my dick through the opening of my boxers. My shit was rock hard and Meek was sitting there staring at it. I played with it a little but didn’t pressure him to start sucking me immediately.

I wanted him to be relaxed. When we heard the sound of the TV out in the living room get louder and the sound of music playing on the stereo out there, he seemed to get more comfortable. He finally placed his hand on my dick and told me, “I ain’t never did this before, bruh.”

“Just put your mouth on it and tighten your lips,” I told him. “Just don’t bite it.”

He wasted no time putting my dick to his lips and kissing the head a few times. He then started licking up and down on it while he jacked me off. Each time my foreskin covered my head and then got pulled back I moaned a little because it felt good. It took him a little while before he finally started sucking on the head. At first, I couldn’t tell if he was into it or if he really was just doing it for the money and job position, but then he gently pulled my balls through the opening of my boxers and massaged them. That’s how I knew he was getting into it.

No matter how inexperienced a nigga was at sucking dick, they still sucked my dick better than women. Meek didn’t really know what he was doing but that shit felt amazing. When I looked down and saw his lips wrapped around my hard dick, I got turned on even more. Every now and then he’d look back up at me with my dick in his mouth but he mainly avoided eye contact with me. He kept one hand on my balls and massaged them as he took more and more of my dick into his mouth.

“Choke on that shit, nigga,” I told him.

I didn’t even have to put my hand on the back of his head because he was already trying to deep throat me. He gagged a few times but kept going at it. On the fifth try, he sucked me all the way down to my balls and held it. I damn near lost it. He did that a few more times before pulling my dick out of his mouth and smacking his wet lips with it. That shit was so sexy that I had to slide my hand under my shirt and play with my nipples while I watched him.

“Jack my shit while you suck me,” I told him. “I wanna nut, bruh.” He did as I said and jacked my dick while sucking on it, and I immediately felt that nut coming. “Oh shit, nigga. Keep doin’ that shit!”

He kept sucking me while jacking my dick and I busted a nut in his mouth. That shit felt so good that I was shaking and my toes were curled up in my socks. I expected him to spit my nut out but he looked at me and swallowed it before sucking on my dick some more. That shit blew my mind. When my dick started to go soft, he stopped sucking it and stood up to reveal his dick was hard as fuck. I didn’t suck dick but I was willing to help him out.

“Get naked,” I told him.

He got naked and laid down and I made him spread his legs. I still wasn’t ready to lick another nigga’s ass yet, but I did rub on his nuts and played with his tight asshole while he jacked off. When I teased him by making him think I was gonna finger him, he busted a fat nut all over his stomach. I usually didn’t care if the dude I did my thing with was satisfied but it was different with Meek. Seeing him bust his nut turned me on again. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t attracted to him in a different way.

“Here you go, dawg,” I told him as I handed him a towel to clean off with.

“Thanks,” he said back as he cleaned the nut off his stomach. “So, am I your lieutenant now?”

“Yeah, you got it.”

“That’s wassup. You can trust me, Marz. If I betray you, then you can tell everybody we know that I’m a bitch who sucked your dick and I won’t even deny it.” He held his hand out and I shook it.

“Now put your clothes on and get the fuck out my room, nigga. I’ll hit you up when I need you again.”

“A’ight, bruh. Bet.” He got dressed and then left my room to rejoin the other niggas out in the living room.

“Damn,” I said to myself with a laugh as I picked my blunt back up and relit it. I took a hit from it and then started counting my money as if what had just happened hadn’t happened.

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