I never thought that I would have a robbery butt naked in my own apartment. It was nighttime, a nigga was horny, and I had nothing better left to do than jack off to some RocksBoys or MyVidster. MyVidster always has the best girl blowjobs online, even though those ads take the life outta me to get to the video. But anyways, I got to work.
I was watching this girl give a guy head outside of a playground and I immediately started jerking off. The way the girl’s mouth stroked back and forth on that long, dark cock just did it for me. I just couldn’t help moving off the sofa in my living room. Minutes after I started leaking precum from my dick, I heard these odd vibrations comin from outside. Car vibrations. The car vibrations you hear from a Hellcat or some muscle car. I immediately stopped my sweet video and listened.
The thing is the previous tenants moved out a month ago from the upstairs apartments, so there was no telling who could be parking near my car. I didn’t bother to get up and investigate, cuz if I did go to the back and put my clothes on…well, I don’t know; I didn’t feel like putting them on right now. A few seconds later, I heard the engine turn off and these two doors open and slam shut. Barely any footsteps made when they came to my door. Well, at least I thought they were going through my door.
Instead, they broke through my window, prying it up with a butter knife, and climbing through where my kitchen is. I wasn’t shocked or scared; I immediately just crossed my arms in disbelief like “These niggas here.” When they saw me with a dick standing forward in their eye area, the main man dressed in all black stepped back and said, “Oh, shit!” The other two with masks on just came in and stared at me.
“So what y’all came in here for,” I asked them.
The one in front immediately pulled his glock out and pointed it in front of me. He told me, “Stand up against the wall, bitch!”
I was already right beside the wall in front of my dining table, so I just playfully put my hand on the wall and leaned like Bugs Bunny does with his carrot. I already didn’t have nothing in my hands, so I couldn’t defend myself. The guy just shook his head and beckoned the gang to head to my bedroom. The second guy tried to avoid looking at me again, but when the last guy passed me, he side-eyed me and mumbled under his breath, “Pussy nigga.”
“Back to you, hoe,” I said back enough for him to hear it.
He stopped and turned around towards me, staring a deep hole in my face. I played the same game with him, creeping in a sly smile with it. Eventually, he went on with his partners exiting the room. I loved showing how confident I was towards these niggas. You think I’m scared of looking at a gun. The only reason I complied to them is because I want them to find that bag of counterfeit cash I had stashed by my bed.
It only took them about two minutes to go and find the stash and leave back out the room. They didn’t say another word to me or look my way again when they headed for the front door. All except for the last one again, who gave me a quick 5-second look while walking with his musketeers. I could tell he was fine as fuck by his eyes, all soft and innocent while he put on a front. He probably didn’t expect to see anyone naked in his robbing space. None of them did.
I heard the Hellcat start back up and screech out the driveway. Rookie robbers at best; I’ve dealt with those kind before. That’s exactly why I did that fake bag trick, because niggas never know when they smelling fake dough. Unless you’re into Math and Accounting. Now where was I? Oh yeah, back to MyVidster.
Fast forward to today, I’m currently in the shower washing away all of this morning’s residue. I couldn’t really sleep last night knowing that my house was just broken into. It’s like a layer of privacy just got stripped away from me, but the crazy thing is I allowed it nonchalantly. I just needed to get my mind away from the shit. Unfortunately, I can’t. I hear some knocks at the front door overbearing the sprinkling water from the head. I turn it off, get out the tub, and wrap myself in a towel this time with my underwear underneath. I don’t want it to be a family member seeing my snake out the hole.
“Just a minute,” I call while opening the door up. I check the time on my phone: 9:37. Who could it be? Before I go to the door, I check outside for any cars beside mine. No cars parked there. I ask, “Who is it?”
No answer. Just silence and a few leaves rustling. A part of me listens to my parents and their rule of not opening the door up for strangers. Another part of me says “fuck it” and just open up the door to peek through. I’ll just go with the latter to get it over with. The moment I open the door up, I’m welcomed by the same fine dude from last night. You know, the one that called me “pussy nigga”. He’s holding the same bag with the fake cash inside, wearing an all-purple jacket and jogger pants. He tells me lowly, “Turn yo lamp off.”
I comply by flipping the switch for the outside light and he comes in, pushing in the weed smell lingering on him. The moment I close the door, he drops the bag on the floor and clutches his glock in his pocket. “You think we stupid or some shit,” he asks me.
“Not really,” I reply with a little smirk on my face.
“Where the money at, nigga?” He’s ready to bring the gun out of his pocket at this point. I’m not impressed by it, though.
“What makes you think that I have money to begin with?”
He finally brings the glock out of his jacket pocket, taking the safety off. “I ain’t here to play no games, boy. Where the money at?”
“You came here to shoot me, or did you come here to fuck me, Carston?” I threw him off by saying his name out loud. Did I mention that I heard one of his boys call his name out while they were in my bedroom? Yep, his name is Carston, which gives me the upper advantage of using it on him.
Carston
“Ay, don’t be callin’ my name out like that,” he tells me. “Who told you that?”
“Nobody. I just know info.”
At that moment, he steps closer and points the gun right at my head. One thing that pisses people off is if you got papers on them that you know would incriminate them at some point. For me, I don’t care to incriminate anyone, as long as it’s not dealing with family. And if it gets to that point, they’ll already be dead. “Nigga, I’m done playin’ games with you. Matter of fact, I been done. Tell me where yo muthafuckin’ money at before I off yo ass.”
“What happened to your homeboys? Why aren’t they here?”
“Don’t worry about that.”
“You must wanted to see me for yourself. To get another good look at me.”
He presses the gun harder on me. “Nigga, cut the gay shit and tell me where the…” Before he could get his sentence out, we both hear several knocks on the door. I point to the kitchen where he can hide and he takes the gun off my head to go to that area. I go ahead and open the door back to see who it is. It's a black police officer, young too.
"Hey, sir. How are you doing tonight," he asks.
I almost hesitated out of nervousness from Carston getting caught, but I keep it cool. "I'm good, officer. How are you?"
"I'm doing well. The reason why I'm here is because I'm looking for three black men going around the city robbing places, and the Sugarwood Hills were one of the vicinities they were located last. Have you seen ant signs?"
"No, officer. I didn't know there were any in my area," I lie. "I checked the news earlier to see if there was a shooting of any kind, but it sounded like it was outside Sugarwood."
"Like at a gas station or something?"
"Might've been a gas station or the local Valvoline. It sounded east from here."
"Gotcha gotcha," the policeman nods. "Well, if you hear or see anything around this area, please let us know. These people are armed, so be on the lookout for anything suspicious."
"Will do, sir."
"Alright. You have a good night now."
"You too." I watch as he walks down the sidewalk and stays on the trails to the next set of apartments. He is finally out of sight, giving me the cue to close the door and tell the purple boy. "Coast is clear. They're out looking for y'all."
He peeks out the corner and comes to my side. "Who was it?"
"City police," I responded. "They were going door-to-door asking me about three robbers."
"Shit, forreal?"
"Forreal."
He rubs his face a bit and walks to my big window with the curtain to look outside, probably checkin to see if the coast was clear. "Yo, the block too hot now. Damn, man."
"What's wrong?"
"I see the po right up the street. No tellin how long they gon be searchin'. Man, I need to catch up with my bros, dawg." He pulls out his phone and starts using it. A second later, he's putting it up to his ear calling someone. I just wait at the table, towel still around my waist and all. He was wasting my time. While all this was going on, I could've easily changed into my night gear (or just sat butt-naked again) and watch some shows on Hulu.
"Ay, G," he says over the phone. "Look, the block too hot right nah, I'm gon be a little late getting over to y'all…Nawl, I ain't got it yet." He looks at me when he made that statement, knowing that me and him got unfinished business. He goes back to lookin at the floor, saying, "I don' need nothin. Like I said, I can handle it…Aight, y'all hold it down. And keep birdin." He hangs up the phone and looks back outside. Then, he looks straight at me. At that moment, I'm thinkin that he's gonna corner me again with that gun, but no. He's just…lookin.
"Is everything alright," I ask him to break the dead air.
"I don get you…at all," he tells me. "Why you end up hiding me from the police?"
I shrug my shoulders. "I don't know. I don’t need to see another nigga on the news." I've seen too many of my friends and family end up on the news whether they shot or going to jail. It's bad for my mental already to see this every time I'm walking out the house. Besides, I want to build bonds rather than make foes anyway. I get up and head to the fridge to offer him somethin. "You need something to eat or drink? Anything?"
"Just gimme water," he says while eyeing outside again. I bring him out a chilled bottle of water from the fridge and walk over to give it to him. He grabs it and opens it up to sip it.
"You can chill out here if you like," I suggest to him. "I got space."
He looks me up and down and says, “Hell nawl. I ain’t hangin here wit you.”
“Then what are you doing? You didn’t even rob me yet.”
“Nigga, shut the fuck up before I clock yo ass.” You know what, I’m done with it. I just shake my head and walk back to the back of my bedroom room, leaving him up there to observe or whatever Sherlock move he’s doing. He calls out to me, “Ay, boy. Ay!” I could hear his footsteps pacing towards mine in the hallway. Once I reach the bedroom, he’s right behind me with his glock behind my head. “Don’tchu dare pull that shit up on me again. Turn yo ass around!”
I turn around with the utmost nonchalance and he slams the door behind him. This was getting me hard, no lie. “Why can’t I just go in my room and chill?”
“I don’ trust you yet. I don’ trust nobody around this block. I just get my money and go, which is what I need from you right now.”
“You didn’t come here for just that, Carston.”
“What I tell you bout usin my name, bitch?” If he really wanted to shoot me, he would’ve went ahead and taken the safety off, then shot me point blank. The way he got glimpses of me yesterday and today, the way he looks at me period, tells all I need to know.
“If you wanna fuck me, just fuck me,” I tell him. I was serious too.
“On I, you gay as shit. You a fuckin faggot tellin me that shit. The fuck you on?”
“I’m gon be on you in a minute.” I grab his dick for a split-second which makes him flinch back.
“Ay, bruh. Back the fuck up, I ain’t playin’.”
“I ain’t playing either. I know you want me.” I manage to grab his dick again and he flinches back another time. He grabs my neck and pins me with my back against the wall. Then, he brings the gun to the side of my lips. I never tried this kink before, and I never felt better doing it with this piece of chocolate.
“You ‘bout to be fuckin offed in a minute. You hear me, nigga?!” he yells at me through his teeth. “Where the fuckin’ money at?” He presses the gun harder on my mouth. It hurts me a little bit but I enjoy this pain. Soon, he presses his dick right up against my hard dick. His isn't all the way hard, but it was getting hard by the minute after I had stroked it a few times. I know he loves it.
"Fuck me then, Carston," I say. I then start licking on his gun, sucking on it like it's his cock. I'm normally not the one to suck on things often unless it's coochie, but he was an exception. I'd do anything to this chocolate nigga. I look back at him and I see his eyes are focused on me sucking on his gun. He's definitely liking this tease; just playin hard to get. I slyly work my hand down to his crotch again, but this time he doesn't flinch. He just ends up lickin his soft-lookin lips while I'm feeling on it, making it rock hard.
The moment I stop licking his gun and lean in closer to kiss on those lips, he backs back. "Whoa, nigga. What the fuck?"
"What's the matter? Went too fast for you?"
He paces around in my room, rubbing his face and grabbing on his hard cock. Now I'm starting to feel guilty for him, but I'm not sure why. He came here to rob my place at a time where I could be spending some quality TV time with myself. Like my feet still ache from yesterday. As a human though, I’m tapping into somebody’s uncharted territory that they probably haven’t explored yet. Hell, he probably is straight and bicurious. I just have to track back a bit.
“Yo, my fault for…tryna turn you on and stuff,” I reluctantly apologize. “How much money you need?”
I start heading to my closet, pulling out this old shoebox where I keep the majority of my stash in envelopes. In one of the envelopes, I held about a good $10,000 from investments in stock. Yes, I do stocks leisurely when I’m not working my media marketing job. You’re probably wondering what the fuck is wrong with me for willingly giving a stranger some cash. I don’t do this to every stranger; I’m here to do this to Carston.
“Ay,” he tells me quietly while shaking his head.
“Oh, someone’s outside?”
“Nah I mean, don’t worry about it.” Now I’m really confused, but at the same time I had this feeling that he wasn’t gonna steal anything from me. So I just put the money back in the box and close the closet up. “You different, I jus know that.”
“How,” I ask him.
Before he answers my question, his phone rings again and he looks down at it. “Shit,” he mumbles. “I gotta answer this. Hol on.” He exits the room and answers in the hallway. “Yo…I mean, I ain’t left yet. The block still hot…Hell naw. I told y’all I already got the money. I jus need to keep the nigga hostage til the po go on…What the fuck I tell y’all. I said I’ll handle it! Damn!” He hangs up the phone and comes back in my room with an irritated look on his face.
“Everything alright?”
He hesitates for a split-second and replies, “All good.” I could tell that he was lying through his eyes. I don’t know him well enough, but I’m good at learning body language quick. It’s especially apparent if his eye contact is off a bit. “I’ma head out tho.”
“Everything gonna be alright? The police cleared out?”
“Don’t worry bout me.” That’s the last thing he says before he walks up to the front area. He opens my door and makes it out with no police lights or policemen in sight. I hate I didn’t even get a kiss from him before he left out.
Oh well, it’s been a long night anyway. I look at the bag of counterfeit money that he dropped down an hour ago and peek inside. Some object is sticking out from under some of those fake stacks. A small cactus with a note attached to it, saying: you saved but you aint safe. yo brother still owe us. So it’s Oday that got me into this.
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