if you want to get down and dirty with me over some shit you did in the past, that doesn’t even concern me might I add, then bring it the fuck on.” Craig confrontationally walked up on Tyrin and continued, “Bitch I ain’t gonna tell nobody about your little extracurricular activities. If you can’t joke about the shit with me, who else can you fucking talk to about it? You sure as hell can’t talk to Koya about how you dicked-down her little cousin, she would flip the fuck out. You fucked another brother while you were with Khalil. I get it, you’re sorry and it will never happen again.” Craig backed up and changed his tone because he knew if Tyrin were going to do something it would have already happened.
“Anyway, that shit happened over a year ago. On the real though, I know you all sprung and shit, but what I am saying to you is that the shit was funny. I saw my cousin plunging his dick into another brother, just like you used to catch me with all them hoes I had outside of Denise. I loved her ass too, but the truth of the matter is that my dick got hard and I got weak. I didn’t stop loving her but I had to release some tension. The same way you used to joke and call me a Ho is the same way I am joking with you. Now if you want to still get your scrap on with me then we can do the shit right here, but when it is all said and done I will still be your motherfucking cousin and I will still be at work tomorrow morning.” Craig took one final drag off his cigar and dropped it to the ground. “And as far as all that leaving me shit is concerned, I will flatten the tires on that expensive ass Range Rover and we will both be some cab hailing motherfuckers.”
Tyrin looked around before making eye contact with his cousin that he knew was right. He hated the fact that he did what he did but more than that he didn’t like the feeling of being considered a cheater. He brushed past Craig and continued walking through the crowd of tourists that were enjoying the performance artists that were living in their five minutes of fame moment. Craig ran and caught up with him and asked if they could stop at Fatburgers on the way home to get a bite to eat.
SEVEN
Black gay pride weekend was in full effect and the annual beach party was off to a great start. Tyrin, Khalil, and Spencer arrived at the Malibu location in just enough time to secure a parking spot in the upper lot where the main entrance was; versus having to park at the base of the hill and catch a shuttle bus to the secluded location.
It was a densely overcast morning, but even at 8am, there was a nice crowd of people already claiming the best spots to settle. Location was everything, because everyone wanted to have a good view of the crowd, as well as the activities of the day. Normally, some celebrity fag-hag would grace the stage and give a performance that would build up enough momentum to encourage those that were undecided, to actually attend the after party.
They found their spot near the cliffs; teaming up with a few other friends they hadn’t seen in months. They immediately began to set up tents, chairs, lay out blankets and create the little village they would call theirs until the sun was about to set. Being that it was so cold, almost everyone was sporting a sweat suit of some kind, but rest assured that by the time the sun was directly overhead, there would be a drastic change in attire and the true essence of the festival would be present.
“Did any of you go to the club last night?” Spencer asked the group.
“Naw, I had to finish closing out a case that has a Monday deadline, and if I wanted to be here today I had to work some serious overtime.” Brian replied.
“What is this case about, Matlock?” Dennis inquired.
“This white kid decided to beat up his girlfriend and then trash her car. Her dad has money so they’re able to afford proper legal representation, which means bad news for the white boy. He is facing some serious
“Anyway, that shit happened over a year ago. On the real though, I know you all sprung and shit, but what I am saying to you is that the shit was funny. I saw my cousin plunging his dick into another brother, just like you used to catch me with all them hoes I had outside of Denise. I loved her ass too, but the truth of the matter is that my dick got hard and I got weak. I didn’t stop loving her but I had to release some tension. The same way you used to joke and call me a Ho is the same way I am joking with you. Now if you want to still get your scrap on with me then we can do the shit right here, but when it is all said and done I will still be your motherfucking cousin and I will still be at work tomorrow morning.” Craig took one final drag off his cigar and dropped it to the ground. “And as far as all that leaving me shit is concerned, I will flatten the tires on that expensive ass Range Rover and we will both be some cab hailing motherfuckers.”
Tyrin looked around before making eye contact with his cousin that he knew was right. He hated the fact that he did what he did but more than that he didn’t like the feeling of being considered a cheater. He brushed past Craig and continued walking through the crowd of tourists that were enjoying the performance artists that were living in their five minutes of fame moment. Craig ran and caught up with him and asked if they could stop at Fatburgers on the way home to get a bite to eat.
SEVEN
Black gay pride weekend was in full effect and the annual beach party was off to a great start. Tyrin, Khalil, and Spencer arrived at the Malibu location in just enough time to secure a parking spot in the upper lot where the main entrance was; versus having to park at the base of the hill and catch a shuttle bus to the secluded location.
It was a densely overcast morning, but even at 8am, there was a nice crowd of people already claiming the best spots to settle. Location was everything, because everyone wanted to have a good view of the crowd, as well as the activities of the day. Normally, some celebrity fag-hag would grace the stage and give a performance that would build up enough momentum to encourage those that were undecided, to actually attend the after party.
They found their spot near the cliffs; teaming up with a few other friends they hadn’t seen in months. They immediately began to set up tents, chairs, lay out blankets and create the little village they would call theirs until the sun was about to set. Being that it was so cold, almost everyone was sporting a sweat suit of some kind, but rest assured that by the time the sun was directly overhead, there would be a drastic change in attire and the true essence of the festival would be present.
“Did any of you go to the club last night?” Spencer asked the group.
“Naw, I had to finish closing out a case that has a Monday deadline, and if I wanted to be here today I had to work some serious overtime.” Brian replied.
“What is this case about, Matlock?” Dennis inquired.
“This white kid decided to beat up his girlfriend and then trash her car. Her dad has money so they’re able to afford proper legal representation, which means bad news for the white boy. He is facing some serious
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