Written and conceived by larry Wilson AKA dapharoah305

Noah's Arc, some hot new wave gay series that I never watched and pratically hated, flashed from the TV screen as my new prospect niggah pounded my pretty asshole into oblivion. I was face down in the carpet and my ass was up and this thug from the Poke-N-Bean projects in Liberty City (Miami, Florida) gripped my ass like it was skin on his hands and dug that nine inch cut dick into me like life depended on it. We were so sweaty, looking like two chocolate-skinned ghosts from the light from the TV illuminating us.

Hard to believe I bought weed from this niggah two hours ago, driving in my Spree well-rims-clad Excursion cause I wanted to get high. I remember out of the eleven niggahs posted, under the glaring sun (such a beautiful day); like they were playing cards on the side walk, he ran up to my ride so fast the breath caught in my throat and I had pulled my piece and put it to his head and he raised his hands and was like, "Dayuum mah niggah you gon' shoot me, I know you wanna dime bag don't you," and I smiled, putting the gun on my lap and said, "Yeah, dawg. Sorry 'bout dat. I'm in da city in a $50,000 ride. So a niggah runnin' up on me had me bout to go to war."

He was relieved, as the remnants of the ghetto life in the city lay all about us like some nightmare. "I feel you playah. How many you want?"

"Give me about five bags. How much you charge?" And it better not be no more than $5. Gas prices shot up but it don't take gas to grow weed.

"For you, $20."

"Cool, cool." I had scoped the niggah out in like ten seconds. I just looked him over. Nice ass. Big dick print. Baggy FUBU sweat suit. Do-rag. About 6 feet 3, I was 5 feet 11. Looked like Nelly and T.I. combined into one. I was attracted to the niggah, I still had pussy on my breath, I ate out this ho named Claudette on the back seat about an hour ago and banged her in the asshole til she nutted out the pussy and I put the whore out my ride, clothes, her being naked, and all and drove off. She lived in West Palm Beach. I lived in the City. So she would never find me.

I dug in my pockets. All I felt was loose change. I pulled out my wallet. No cash. Opened the ash tray, where I kept spare money just in case I was low on cash and gas. Nothing.

"The ho robbed me."

He looked at me. "Who dawg, you want the weed or not. Don't need 5-0 rolling up on me playah playah." He eyed me suspiciously. "I ain't giving you the weed. You trying to run game soldier?"

"Nah, dawg. I ain't. I telly ou what. I need the weed. Come take a ride with me I'll pay $100 for five bags."

He was in my ride. Before I could pull off I got a back ache that hurt like a bitch. I asked him, "Do you know how to drive?"

He said, "Yeah, why."

"Got licence?"

"Yea." He didn't. Hardly no niggah in the city had a licence.

"Drive for me pimpin'. My back is killing me."

"How old are you," he asked.

"24 why?"

"And you got back problems already?"

Ha, ha. "Yea."

He drove me to the ATM; but before we got there, we were talking, real thug talk, he was Gangsta, been through some shit in his life, he was 26, lived with mom, hated his father, and all that typical black man shit. I felt sorry for him. We got close real fast. He looked at me, driving my ride without a hitch.

I couldn't resist. I leaned over to his zipper, undid it, pulled out his fat dick and gave him the best head of his life while he drove on I-95. He nutted down my throat twenty minutes later and said, lustfully, "Where's your crib 'cause I'm bout to get that asshole mah niggah like yesterday."

And here we were.

My body shivered as I threw that ass back on this good dick, I had an arch in my back that was permanent, I could barely handle the dick.

"Goddamn bitch take dis sick bitch take dis dick daddy loves this tight asshole mah niggah keep dat hair on that asshole I likes da way it glides and brushes my dick when I get this booty hole niggah."

Deep voiced. So gritty dawg. I mean damn nothing about this thug spelled bitch ass niggah. Nothing about me spelled bitch ass niggah.

He flipped me over, pulling out my hole and pushed my legs back, locking them behind his eighteen inch upper arms and he slid the dick back in me, no condom and he fucked the dog shit out of me, splacking and farty sounds echoing in the living room, I smelled the product of our session in the air with the strawberry incense and weed and opened liquor bottles and this niggah, dreads all in my face, made my asshole feel like a pussy.

"You like dis dick?"

I felt myself falling...falling...and then climbing, like some great wind lifted me up and cum built from my toes and made its way to my nuts and the up my dick and with this niggah pounding my hole like pistons for oil I couldn't hold it in, I couldn't contain myself I started crying cause the sensation was too much and his rhythm was so consistent, powerful thrusts, with a dick that filled my little asshole up accordingly and I screamed out, "I'm bout to nut mah niggah," and the beast erupted from him, he leaned back, glared deep into my eyes, fucked me harder and faster, to the point my head was hitting the couch and I burst all over his chest and my muscles in my ass sped up and I couldn't stop screaming...the TV exploded, hot glass seered into my skin, eyes and all over my face...semi-darkness wrapped its non-responsive arms around us.

And when my orgasm subsided, I just tried to look at the niggah in complete shock as his blood spurted across my face and he lay on top of me, dead to the world and someone aimed at my head and I closed my eyes and said a silent prayer...