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The smoke drifted, adding to the heavy stink of the cramped lounge. It was dim, lit only by the glow of the tv, the low light of a short lamp. The dimness, the heavy smell, and closeness of the lounge was comfortable. Fredro took the offered blunt, passing the bottle in exchange. Dare, you gotta do whatever da other nigga says. It wasnt cold in the small flat, but Sticky was still dressed in his urban styles; oversized black jeans, fatigue shirt and padded black vest.

A black woollen beanie completed his look, pulled tight over his bald head. Yo know that tape of Sonee's yo lost.

What really happened to it? He muttered slightly, glancing back up at Fredro. But yo know I wasnt gonna tell him dat. Had to be that, man! I wasnt gonna tell him I stuffed dat shit up. Dressed in a black hooded sweatshirt, and baggy jeans he didnt look too far amiss from his stocky friend. His stockier friend looked doubting. After a moment, he shot a question. Yo already KNOW da answer to dat.

Gimme a real damn question. Im gonna up these stakes nigga. Sticky shoved him again. His light skinned face, high cheekbones and thick lips never looked more intimidating. A slight sheen had already gathered on his dome as he sucked up the courage to admit. I didnt hear yo nigga. Im a fuckin' virgin. Now you got da game correct. He felt the sudden threat, of having his secrets revealed, one by one. He could feel a nervious sweat gathering under his heavy black sweatshirt.

The short brothers mind flouded with possible questions, anything to get back at Stickys embarrising question. The virgin question in his case had already been more than answered. He felt the sudden heat of having asked the question of his close friend. Covering his own embarrisement, he downed another swig of alcohol, feeling the warmth draw a heaty sweat under his hoody.

Fredro still felt the pain of his exposure, biting back quickly. Moreso from the stocky blacks seemingly cool responce. His glance dropped ever so slightly as the answer sunk in. Sticky leaned back on the bed, propping himself on his elbows, passing the blunt back Fredros way. Fredro took it up, feeling like the loaded gun had been turned back on him. The shorter black leaned forward on his elbows, glancing again, his eyes dropping away just as quickly. He prepared himself for the next question.

The next humiliation he thought, still stinging from the virgin question. At least he knew the terms of the game now. Sticky drew it out, gulping from the bottle. How many times you jack off a day? Depends how horny I get fo' it. Fredro knocked a little ash off the blunt, not smoking, still sweating from the questions.

The loaded gun was back on him again. His cuss wasnt audible, but it was there. His light skinned face was hard, his thick lips pursed in a tight grimace. He glanced away from his interrogating friend, staring onto the darker side of the small lounge. Under his sweatshirt, he felt like he was burning up.

The room felt way too hot. He felt like he had wasted his chance at get back on the last round by shooting back Stickys question. The short black sucked back heavily on the blunt, adding to the rooms slight haze. I aint screwed round wit' no niggas. What da fuck is this game, huh? I aint never messed wit' a guy. The gun turned back on him again, almost like some strange russian roulette of dark, deep secrets.

The gun had finally gone off on Sticky that round. Fredro leaned back into the seat, tugging at his sagging jeans a little. He tried a different tack. Even the nature of the dare. He shot it back quickly. Fredro followed suit, dragging his heavy sweatshirt up off his chest. He paused slightly, not even knowing why, even though he was a little shy at baring his chest to his friend.

Sticky had seen his naked torso a fair few times, but Fredros shy nature was still there. He waited until Sticky had tossed aside his vest and started unbuttoning his fatigue shirt before taking his own baggy white tshirt off. The short black dropped the shirt down the side of the seat. He shuffled a little, sitting back, then leaning forward as he tried to cover himself as best he could without making it look obvious.

Sticky was still undoing his shirt, slowly revealing a stocky chest with each button. Fredro found himself looking a little, puffing on the blunt as Sticky finished, pulling the shirt back off stocky arms.

Fredro tried not to stare, taking in Stickys light skinned chest in slight glances. Fredro felt the silence. Sticky gave him a lingering glance that he could almost feel. The light skinned black wasnt as big as Sticky on build, but in his early 20s, he was still carrying the athletic build of a teenhood on the streets. Fredro felt his sweat drying a little, at least slightly relieved at the change in temperature stripping off gave. Even if Stickys gaze was a little uncomfortable in its place.

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The smoke drifted, adding to the heavy stink of the cramped lounge. It was dim, lit only by the glow of the tv, the low light of a short lamp. The dimness, the heavy smell, and closeness of the lounge was comfortable. Fredro took the offered blunt, passing the bottle in exchange. Dare, you gotta do whatever da other nigga says. It wasnt cold in the small flat, but Sticky was still dressed in his urban styles; oversized black jeans, fatigue shirt and padded black vest.

A black woollen beanie completed his look, pulled tight over his bald head. Yo know that tape of Sonee's yo lost. What really happened to it? He muttered slightly, glancing back up at Fredro. But yo know I wasnt gonna tell him dat. Had to be that, man! I wasnt gonna tell him I stuffed dat shit up. Dressed in a black hooded sweatshirt, and baggy jeans he didnt look too far amiss from his stocky friend. His stockier friend looked doubting. After a moment, he shot a question.

Yo already KNOW da answer to dat. Gimme a real damn question. Im gonna up these stakes nigga. Sticky shoved him again.

His light skinned face, high cheekbones and thick lips never looked more intimidating. A slight sheen had already gathered on his dome as he sucked up the courage to admit. I didnt hear yo nigga. Im a fuckin' virgin. Now you got da game correct. He felt the sudden threat, of having his secrets revealed, one by one. He could feel a nervious sweat gathering under his heavy black sweatshirt.

The short brothers mind flouded with possible questions, anything to get back at Stickys embarrising question. The virgin question in his case had already been more than answered. He felt the sudden heat of having asked the question of his close friend. Covering his own embarrisement, he downed another swig of alcohol, feeling the warmth draw a heaty sweat under his hoody. Fredro still felt the pain of his exposure, biting back quickly.

Moreso from the stocky blacks seemingly cool responce. His glance dropped ever so slightly as the answer sunk in. Sticky leaned back on the bed, propping himself on his elbows, passing the blunt back Fredros way. Fredro took it up, feeling like the loaded gun had been turned back on him. The shorter black leaned forward on his elbows, glancing again, his eyes dropping away just as quickly.

He prepared himself for the next question. The next humiliation he thought, still stinging from the virgin question.

At least he knew the terms of the game now. Sticky drew it out, gulping from the bottle. How many times you jack off a day? Depends how horny I get fo' it. Fredro knocked a little ash off the blunt, not smoking, still sweating from the questions. The loaded gun was back on him again.

His cuss wasnt audible, but it was there. His light skinned face was hard, his thick lips pursed in a tight grimace. He glanced away from his interrogating friend, staring onto the darker side of the small lounge. Under his sweatshirt, he felt like he was burning up. The room felt way too hot. He felt like he had wasted his chance at get back on the last round by shooting back Stickys question.

The short black sucked back heavily on the blunt, adding to the rooms slight haze. I aint screwed round wit' no niggas. What da fuck is this game, huh? I aint never messed wit' a guy. The gun turned back on him again, almost like some strange russian roulette of dark, deep secrets.

The gun had finally gone off on Sticky that round. Fredro leaned back into the seat, tugging at his sagging jeans a little. He tried a different tack. Even the nature of the dare. He shot it back quickly. Fredro followed suit, dragging his heavy sweatshirt up off his chest. He paused slightly, not even knowing why, even though he was a little shy at baring his chest to his friend. Sticky had seen his naked torso a fair few times, but Fredros shy nature was still there. He waited until Sticky had tossed aside his vest and started unbuttoning his fatigue shirt before taking his own baggy white tshirt off.

The short black dropped the shirt down the side of the seat. He shuffled a little, sitting back, then leaning forward as he tried to cover himself as best he could without making it look obvious. Sticky was still undoing his shirt, slowly revealing a stocky chest with each button.

Fredro found himself looking a little, puffing on the blunt as Sticky finished, pulling the shirt back off stocky arms. Fredro tried not to stare, taking in Stickys light skinned chest in slight glances. Fredro felt the silence. Sticky gave him a lingering glance that he could almost feel. The light skinned black wasnt as big as Sticky on build, but in his early 20s, he was still carrying the athletic build of a teenhood on the streets.

Fredro felt his sweat drying a little, at least slightly relieved at the change in temperature stripping off gave. Even if Stickys gaze was a little uncomfortable in its place.

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  1. Sticky was still undoing his shirt, slowly revealing a stocky chest with each button. The short black returned it.

  2. Fredro moaned as his stocky friend eased back his skins, moving into a better position to suck him. His hands eased up onto Stickys bald head, gently coaxing him downward.

  3. Gimme a real damn question. Fredro muttered silently as those lips kissed slowly down his body. The virgin question in his case had already been more than answered.

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