should already know the answer to that. I don't get down like that.”
“It ain't gon’ hurt you, Cojack, dag. I been doing it for years and ain't nothin’ happened.” She pulled at his limp dick. “Baby, please. I need it so bad.”
“Before I sniff dope, I'll get a bottle of ginseng,” Cojack stated, laughing in a way that only infuriated her more.
“That shit don't even work! Live a little, boo. I know you'll like it. Just this once,” Robbin begged.
What the hell is wrong with me? he wondered as he gazed at her disappointed look. Cojack hated the fact that he couldn't stay up after busting a nut. It was this way with all his female friends, but Robbin was the first to ever complain. She continued to nag him about the dope. Cojack shook his head, but in his mind he was seriously contemplating the idea. She had some good pussy and he wanted nothing more than to give her what she needed. She began kissing between his thighs, enticing him with long broad licks up his dick.
“Please, boo, just one time,” she said, nibbling on the base of his shaft. “Don't I always give you what you want? I always please you, Cojack.”
Ain't this a bitch! As much as he tried, he couldn't resist anylonger. His eyes gazed over her perfectly shaped buns as she lay there blowing him. He knew a lot of cats would call this a straight-up sucker move, which he could not dispute. But tonight it didn't even matter. His only concern was knocking sparks from Robbin'sfine ass for about two or three hours straight. “Fuck it,” he finally said. “Where that shit at?”
She gave him a rolled-up dollar bill and some white powder. Without even looking at it, Cojack snorted.
“Damn, baby, that wasn't no coke,” he said, sniffing.
“No,” she said. She explained that it was heroin and that it would make him stay hard longer. At first Cojack was mad. It was one thing to snort a little coke, but he would never do something as stupid as sniffing heroin. But it was too late now, and with Robbin sucking his knob he didn't seem to care anymore. Everything just felt good—real good.
FOUR
THE NEXT DAY Cojack had important business to take care of. He had to meet a couple of his best customers and unload some product. The love for Cojack in the projects was tremendous. Under him were a gang of loyal adolescents who would do anything he asked without question. In a way he kind of felt responsible for his foot soldiers, because he had taken on such an authoritative role in their lives. He was the father of those who didn't have one. Aside from the hustlers, he really prided himself on the little kids who dwelled in the small confines of the ghetto. They were so precious, so innocent. He invested a lot of time in them.
Every other weekend he was taking them somewhere. Last week it was the Skateland, the girls’ choice, of course. He'd rent three or four utility vehicles and squeeze as many children as he could in them and move out. It didn't take long for his partners to get involved after noticing how much attention they received from females as a result of their good deeds. King's Dominion was themost fun. In fact, Cojack had met many of the girls he was seeing when he was out with the kids. It warmed his heart to know their mothers trusted him the way they did. Most of them were single parents who were more than happy to see someone like Cojack doing nice things for their kids. A lot of the mothers were fiends and too high to keep up with their kids anyway. Cojack knew this and was saddened at times.
It was a warm Sunday afternoon, a perfect day for a cookout. Bellmeade Community Center was swarming with project kids. The parking lot was filled with cars and so was the street. Cojack had outdone himself as always. He had purchased pounds of hamburgers, hot dogs, and chicken for the grill. There were dozens of coolers full of soda and juice, as well as bag after bag of chips and cookies.
He and David, the event coordinator, were good
“It ain't gon’ hurt you, Cojack, dag. I been doing it for years and ain't nothin’ happened.” She pulled at his limp dick. “Baby, please. I need it so bad.”
“Before I sniff dope, I'll get a bottle of ginseng,” Cojack stated, laughing in a way that only infuriated her more.
“That shit don't even work! Live a little, boo. I know you'll like it. Just this once,” Robbin begged.
What the hell is wrong with me? he wondered as he gazed at her disappointed look. Cojack hated the fact that he couldn't stay up after busting a nut. It was this way with all his female friends, but Robbin was the first to ever complain. She continued to nag him about the dope. Cojack shook his head, but in his mind he was seriously contemplating the idea. She had some good pussy and he wanted nothing more than to give her what she needed. She began kissing between his thighs, enticing him with long broad licks up his dick.
“Please, boo, just one time,” she said, nibbling on the base of his shaft. “Don't I always give you what you want? I always please you, Cojack.”
Ain't this a bitch! As much as he tried, he couldn't resist anylonger. His eyes gazed over her perfectly shaped buns as she lay there blowing him. He knew a lot of cats would call this a straight-up sucker move, which he could not dispute. But tonight it didn't even matter. His only concern was knocking sparks from Robbin'sfine ass for about two or three hours straight. “Fuck it,” he finally said. “Where that shit at?”
She gave him a rolled-up dollar bill and some white powder. Without even looking at it, Cojack snorted.
“Damn, baby, that wasn't no coke,” he said, sniffing.
“No,” she said. She explained that it was heroin and that it would make him stay hard longer. At first Cojack was mad. It was one thing to snort a little coke, but he would never do something as stupid as sniffing heroin. But it was too late now, and with Robbin sucking his knob he didn't seem to care anymore. Everything just felt good—real good.
FOUR
THE NEXT DAY Cojack had important business to take care of. He had to meet a couple of his best customers and unload some product. The love for Cojack in the projects was tremendous. Under him were a gang of loyal adolescents who would do anything he asked without question. In a way he kind of felt responsible for his foot soldiers, because he had taken on such an authoritative role in their lives. He was the father of those who didn't have one. Aside from the hustlers, he really prided himself on the little kids who dwelled in the small confines of the ghetto. They were so precious, so innocent. He invested a lot of time in them.
Every other weekend he was taking them somewhere. Last week it was the Skateland, the girls’ choice, of course. He'd rent three or four utility vehicles and squeeze as many children as he could in them and move out. It didn't take long for his partners to get involved after noticing how much attention they received from females as a result of their good deeds. King's Dominion was themost fun. In fact, Cojack had met many of the girls he was seeing when he was out with the kids. It warmed his heart to know their mothers trusted him the way they did. Most of them were single parents who were more than happy to see someone like Cojack doing nice things for their kids. A lot of the mothers were fiends and too high to keep up with their kids anyway. Cojack knew this and was saddened at times.
It was a warm Sunday afternoon, a perfect day for a cookout. Bellmeade Community Center was swarming with project kids. The parking lot was filled with cars and so was the street. Cojack had outdone himself as always. He had purchased pounds of hamburgers, hot dogs, and chicken for the grill. There were dozens of coolers full of soda and juice, as well as bag after bag of chips and cookies.
He and David, the event coordinator, were good
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