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My body wasnt prepared for the week that I was about to endure. My mind and soul werent either. Every corner and every turn on my journey to Baton Rouge overwhelmed me with imagery of a life I left behind. It was essentially a this is your life with every passing second. All the while Caramel had her hand in my lap, rubbing my crotch for good measure. I knew she had to have it. Hell I wanted to give it to her right then and there, but I had to watch the road. She leaned over and whispered in my ear "Whip it out and let me play with it". I looked at her and looked in the backseat at the company we were with. "No, wait till we get to the house and I can give you my undivided attention." She finally conceded and said feel this. Caramel grabbed my hand and damn near yanked my arm off and drove us off the road. I slipped my fingers between those warm thighs and felt that wet hood. This woman was damn near leaking in the seat. And without thinking I pressed down hard on that clit, and heard her breathing began to labor. It brought me back to what she said before, its all for you. Looks like it really was.
We finally arrived in Baton Rouge and I began to place calls to my family telling them that I had arrived. I had a day before the funeral and all preparations were made. It was totally out of my hands, I had no obligations. I just had to show my face and I was prepared to do that and more. My Class A's were pressed and clean and my boots were shined. It was like looking in a dark mirror image of myself. Our first step on my sightseeing tour was my brothers parents home. And if the trip down was full of memories when I saw that green Ford Escort parked in the driveway I could only smirk. "So I see you still got her?" My brother glanced at me with a sideways grin. "She still in the game and ready for whatever". This car has gotten us into and out of more trouble than anything combined. She had a life of her own and was the fourth member of our crew always delivering us to and from heaven and hell. It was truly a sight to see. It was good. It finally hit me that I was truly home. Caramel had asked what the plan was for the next couple days. I told her I was gonna get a room so I can come and go as I pleased and that I wanted to see family. She looked over at me and said "Baby I got you" This is when she pulled out room keys for a spot downtown and said that she was prepared. Color me impressed. Brother asked what we were doing tonight. I only uttered one word. "Drink".
Strolling to the bathroom, I started to get cleaned up for the night. I sat in that shower and I felt North Carolina rinse off. I knew it was gonna be a whirlwind and I wanted to soak up every moment and not miss any oppurtunities. I hopped out and dried off and walked to the bedroom when I heard my brother utter "Dont be fucking in the house, my people in the other room" I said cool I can wait a little longer. He went in the shower and got cleaned up. I sat there and the only thing on my mind was that soaking wet.... Caramel runs in the room and locks the door. She cant wait and neither can I. Like a champ she pulls up her skirt and slides her thong to the right and sits down. No warm up or nothing, directly into the action. She wanted me inside her and I definitely obliged. I turned her around to face me and lifted her leg up. With a little force a placed her against the wall and using it as leverage, lifted her up and started to put in work. Her eyes widened and I knew her screams were incoming. I put my hand across her mouth to muffle the noise. She grabbed my back and I felt those nails began press into my flesh. I loved that feeling. The pain. The sweat was running down my back. She was leaking down my legs. It was gushing. And then I felt the shock. My brother had snuck in the room, and seeing me beating it up thought it would be funny as a reminder not to fuck in the house to shock me with a taser. Yeah he was always a funny fucker.
I remember the stars the most. Brother, Tweet, Caramel, Rell and I were sprawled out in the newly furnished hotel room. Strewn across the double beds were bags of food and lots of alcohol. Empty bottles of Maddog stacked up in the trash and everyone was buzzing. That calming odor of black and milds filled the room as I sat on the patio looking up in the night sky. I dont know if it was the drink but I felt like I could grab the stars. I was in no condition to stay up any longer. I remember bobbing my head to the sounds of the cars passing on I-10 across the way. I walk back in the room and Tweet and Brother were knocked out in the bed, Rell was passed out on the floor between the beds. Caramel was laying there in the other bed, eyes wide opened staring at me. "Baby, come lay down" I crept to the bed stepping over styrofoam plates, bottles of Corona and Rell laying on the floor. And without a moments noticed my head hit the pillow and I was gone.
Her head was bobbing up and down. Covers were thrown off the side, and I was awakened to some toe curling. I looked down at Caramel and our eyes met. "Good Morning, baby" she mouthed between slurps. I pulled her up and said I want to finish the job from this morning, and once again like a champ she complied. This time it was no holding back. We got louder. I didnt give a damn who was in the room looking and who I was gonna wake. This was all mine. Those moans grew louder with every passing second. I was in the moment. I was gonna take my time with it. But what I didnt notice was my brother was inspired by our carnel passion, because next thing I know it was a damn competition again. He was in the opposite bed trying to destroy Tweet. And what began as catching up turned into race. We had to know who was better. The only winners were Caramel and Tweet. Whats bad is that he and I were okay with that. It was the first time he and I had a draw.
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Waking up in a cold sweat, I walked the empty barracks hallway to the latrine. I was feeling run down and sore all over. 2 weeks had passed since my incursion back home. I left knowing that I could hold my own and that I could go home again. I kept to myself and didnt see Mocha at all. My heart was belonging to Caramel and I didnt want to fuck that up. Mocha understood and just let me be. And once again proving she was a friend. I needed that. My mind was a mess. I started to feel homesick, yearning for Caramels touch. Its too late to call I thought. I know I would speak to her in a couple hours. I couldnt wait. I kicked open the stall door and thought about what my day was gonna be like. It was a good feeling. I closed my eyes and started to piss when it hit me. Tears welled in the corners of my eyes. I mustered every ounce of strength in me not to scream.
I had a fucking flamethrower where my dick should be.
TBC....
