His Brother’s Keeper
By Black-Justice
Dedicated to Asslikeawoman
He was the younger brother of an associate and a onetime enemy and that only came to be because of a mutual friend. The reason for the friction between us I freely admit originated from me and the fact that I felt for some insecure reason at that time to torment his younger brother whom I often referred to as Booty Butt.” His brother and I nearly came to blows many times and even we were to meet today I’m sure there would be a little friction just beneath the surface.
The day in question actually started the night before. We hung out at his house listening to music and frying our brains with some leaves and brew. I was so blasted that I left my music discs (obviously this happened a long time ago).
The moment the front door swung open and I say his face, I knew there was going to be some drama. Now keep in mind I didn’t label this guy ‘Booty Butt’ just to be mean spirited, it was for a very good reason. He had an incredibly fat well-rounded protruding booty which was only exemplified by the skin-tight, stretchy blue-based with sailboat patterned shorts he wore.
Naturally, he rejected my request to pick up my music and was about to close the door in my face when I made a simple but almost u*********s observation.
“Damn, you must really make a lot of girls jealous.”
He paused and quickly replied. “How so?”
“You got a pretty face and a bangin body.” I declared.
“Negro please, you’re just trying to get your music back.”
“I don’t blame you for feeling that way. I know I’ve been hard on you, but that’s because you make me feel things, I don’t know how to deal with.”
“I don’t know what that’s supposed to mean.”
“It means that…:” I paused to gather my thoughts, then replied. “I’m not sure, I just know that for a guy, you look so…” I paused again, then asked. “Is anyone else here?”
“Why?”
“Because I want to say something, and I only want you to hear it.”
I could tell he was curious when he answered. “No one else is here.”
“I think you look so pretty and sexy…I mean for a guy.”
“You really must think I’m stupid. So, what…are you gay?”
“Gay is a guy wanting to get with another guy, but when I look at you, I don’t see another guy. I see a pretty sexy girl. I know you probably think I’m insulting you, but now I know why. Hmmm, you look just like a girl to me.” I shook my head for emphasis. Keep in mind, I’m expressing my true feeling for the first time to him and I could see and feel the tension between us take on a different nature.
“So, is that why you call me ‘Booty Butt’?”
I smoked a Blunt cigar laced with some potent leaves, so yes I was nice but also felt clarity and focus as my eyes freely roamed and explored his thick, well-proportioned body, especially that bazooka booty on him. His pretty feet also intrigued me and before I knew it, I’m standing there at the door with a steel hard cock. I didn’t try to hide my physical condition, in fact, I slid my hand about the bulge in my pants and gave it a firm squeeze. I saw his eyes traced the movement of my hands and I knew we were on the same page.
“Okay, I’ll let you come in, do you know which music belongs to you?”
“Definitely,” I answered as I entered the apartment.
I couldn’t take my eyes off his sweet ass, legs, and feet and I let him know it as I openly squeezed my full hard cock.
“Damn Negro, what’s the matter, you can’t get some pussy to cool you off.”
“What about boypussy?” I challenged.
“Oh my god, what’s the matter with you.” He giggled.
“I’m crazy horny right now. I bet your boypussy’s really hot.”
I saw and heard him gasp. “I can’t believe you’re talking like this to me.”
I ignored the charge and instead pointed at a lower and stated. “That’s one of the discs right there, can you get that for me please?”
He was about to bend over then suddenly paused. “You just want to look at my fat ass.”
I suppressed the urge to snicker as I reassured him my intensions were honest and yet the moment he bent over I slid my hand over his fat firm ass.
“Damnit, I knew you were going to do that shit.” He shouted and yet there just a glimmer of a smirk on his face that told me, he enjoyed the attention I gave him.
“I believe those two on the lower level are mine as well.
“You better not feel my ass again.” He warned, and I promised I wouldn’t do it fully aware I was unable to resist. I jerked my extended hand back as he quickly glanced back at me.
“You better not grind on my ass.” He warned but sounded more like an open invitation to my ears. He bent over again, and this time, I stepped closer, grabbed his hips, and grind tightly against that irresistible booty.
“See, I knew it, I knew were gonna…stop…I’m not a girl…oooo, your dick is hard, I can feel it on my…on my ass!” He cried.
Of course, I didn’t listen. “You know you want this shit so stop pretending, you pretty little girl.”
“Ooo, no, stop please, suppose somebody comes in and catches us?”
“Then, we’ll just pretend we’re looking for my music,” I answered.
I yanked down her shorts and discovered he had on a pair of pink panties. I groaned deeply as I felt my warm skin touch his fat round, shiny, richly dark chocolate ass.
“I’m gonna tell my brother.”
“You’re gonna tell anyone faggot, you know you like this shit,” I answered as I kissed and licked his lips. I hock-spit in my hand and slathered it about his anal ring.
“Oh no, oh noooo…you’re gonna put it inside me…oooo…you’re gonna fuc, fuck me.” He cooed.
I was fully prepared to when suddenly I had this feeling that now was just not the time.
I stepped away, dropped to one knee, cradled, kissed, then slapped his ass hard.
“What happened, why’d you stop, afraid my someone might find out?”
I could hear the disappointment in his voice.
“I’ll stop if you kiss me.” I requested.
Without hesitation, he spun around and kissed me with such deep passion that I knew it was only a matter of time before I actually fucked him.
“I clean up my uncle’s garage on Sunday morning between 8 am and 12 pm. Meet me there, just knock at the backdoor.”
“It’s too big for me.” He answered.
“Buy a cucumber and practice,” I suggested.
It turned out that my intuition was right on point because just as I entered the elevator, her brother stepped out. He exchanged a forced greeting. I used the music cases to hide my semi-hard cock until the elevator closed.
I was pretty sure she’d show up and she did that very next Sunday and she sucked my dick. It was a little awkward at first, but once I gave her a hit of a Blunt, that fat bazooka butt bitch sucked my cock like pro and after a week or so I fucked her. I took my time because she was tight as a drum, but eventually, I bounced that fat ass around the garage like a lowrider car in southern California.
He had this way of raising his voice as he cried out continuously. “Please don’t cum in me, you’re gonna get me pregnant, oh shit, you’re gonna get me knocked up.”
Damn, that used to get me so hard, and for a while, I really tried to get this fat butt bitch pregnant. I fucked her so often, we actually pretended to be boyfriend and girlfriend.
Her older brother had a tendency to talk a lot of shit and when he got into a fight with a rival crew from another neighborhood, his mother got scared and like the old rap theme song said, “She sent him and my bitch to live with their auntie in SC. I never saw my sweet Bazooka butt bitch again, and that was many, many years ago, but one thing’s for sure, where ever she might be and I don’t care who’s fucked or is fucking her, she’ll always remember when I waxed and taxed that ass and for a time, yes, I was his brother’s keeper because I owned that shit boipussy.
Dedicated to Asslikeawoman
He was the younger brother of an associate and a onetime enemy and that only came to be because of a mutual friend. The reason for the friction between us I freely admit originated from me and the fact that I felt for some insecure reason at that time to torment his younger brother whom I often referred to as Booty Butt.” His brother and I nearly came to blows many times and even we were to meet today I’m sure there would be a little friction just beneath the surface.
The day in question actually started the night before. We hung out at his house listening to music and frying our brains with some leaves and brew. I was so blasted that I left my music discs (obviously this happened a long time ago).
The moment the front door swung open and I say his face, I knew there was going to be some drama. Now keep in mind I didn’t label this guy ‘Booty Butt’ just to be mean spirited, it was for a very good reason. He had an incredibly fat well-rounded protruding booty which was only exemplified by the skin-tight, stretchy blue-based with sailboat patterned shorts he wore.
Naturally, he rejected my request to pick up my music and was about to close the door in my face when I made a simple but almost u*********s observation.
“Damn, you must really make a lot of girls jealous.”
He paused and quickly replied. “How so?”
“You got a pretty face and a bangin body.” I declared.
“Negro please, you’re just trying to get your music back.”
“I don’t blame you for feeling that way. I know I’ve been hard on you, but that’s because you make me feel things, I don’t know how to deal with.”
“I don’t know what that’s supposed to mean.”
“It means that…:” I paused to gather my thoughts, then replied. “I’m not sure, I just know that for a guy, you look so…” I paused again, then asked. “Is anyone else here?”
“Why?”
“Because I want to say something, and I only want you to hear it.”
I could tell he was curious when he answered. “No one else is here.”
“I think you look so pretty and sexy…I mean for a guy.”
“You really must think I’m stupid. So, what…are you gay?”
“Gay is a guy wanting to get with another guy, but when I look at you, I don’t see another guy. I see a pretty sexy girl. I know you probably think I’m insulting you, but now I know why. Hmmm, you look just like a girl to me.” I shook my head for emphasis. Keep in mind, I’m expressing my true feeling for the first time to him and I could see and feel the tension between us take on a different nature.
“So, is that why you call me ‘Booty Butt’?”
I smoked a Blunt cigar laced with some potent leaves, so yes I was nice but also felt clarity and focus as my eyes freely roamed and explored his thick, well-proportioned body, especially that bazooka booty on him. His pretty feet also intrigued me and before I knew it, I’m standing there at the door with a steel hard cock. I didn’t try to hide my physical condition, in fact, I slid my hand about the bulge in my pants and gave it a firm squeeze. I saw his eyes traced the movement of my hands and I knew we were on the same page.
“Okay, I’ll let you come in, do you know which music belongs to you?”
“Definitely,” I answered as I entered the apartment.
I couldn’t take my eyes off his sweet ass, legs, and feet and I let him know it as I openly squeezed my full hard cock.
“Damn Negro, what’s the matter, you can’t get some pussy to cool you off.”
“What about boypussy?” I challenged.
“Oh my god, what’s the matter with you.” He giggled.
“I’m crazy horny right now. I bet your boypussy’s really hot.”
I saw and heard him gasp. “I can’t believe you’re talking like this to me.”
I ignored the charge and instead pointed at a lower and stated. “That’s one of the discs right there, can you get that for me please?”
He was about to bend over then suddenly paused. “You just want to look at my fat ass.”
I suppressed the urge to snicker as I reassured him my intensions were honest and yet the moment he bent over I slid my hand over his fat firm ass.
“Damnit, I knew you were going to do that shit.” He shouted and yet there just a glimmer of a smirk on his face that told me, he enjoyed the attention I gave him.
“I believe those two on the lower level are mine as well.
“You better not feel my ass again.” He warned, and I promised I wouldn’t do it fully aware I was unable to resist. I jerked my extended hand back as he quickly glanced back at me.
“You better not grind on my ass.” He warned but sounded more like an open invitation to my ears. He bent over again, and this time, I stepped closer, grabbed his hips, and grind tightly against that irresistible booty.
“See, I knew it, I knew were gonna…stop…I’m not a girl…oooo, your dick is hard, I can feel it on my…on my ass!” He cried.
Of course, I didn’t listen. “You know you want this shit so stop pretending, you pretty little girl.”
“Ooo, no, stop please, suppose somebody comes in and catches us?”
“Then, we’ll just pretend we’re looking for my music,” I answered.
I yanked down her shorts and discovered he had on a pair of pink panties. I groaned deeply as I felt my warm skin touch his fat round, shiny, richly dark chocolate ass.
“I’m gonna tell my brother.”
“You’re gonna tell anyone faggot, you know you like this shit,” I answered as I kissed and licked his lips. I hock-spit in my hand and slathered it about his anal ring.
“Oh no, oh noooo…you’re gonna put it inside me…oooo…you’re gonna fuc, fuck me.” He cooed.
I was fully prepared to when suddenly I had this feeling that now was just not the time.
I stepped away, dropped to one knee, cradled, kissed, then slapped his ass hard.
“What happened, why’d you stop, afraid my someone might find out?”
I could hear the disappointment in his voice.
“I’ll stop if you kiss me.” I requested.
Without hesitation, he spun around and kissed me with such deep passion that I knew it was only a matter of time before I actually fucked him.
“I clean up my uncle’s garage on Sunday morning between 8 am and 12 pm. Meet me there, just knock at the backdoor.”
“It’s too big for me.” He answered.
“Buy a cucumber and practice,” I suggested.
It turned out that my intuition was right on point because just as I entered the elevator, her brother stepped out. He exchanged a forced greeting. I used the music cases to hide my semi-hard cock until the elevator closed.
I was pretty sure she’d show up and she did that very next Sunday and she sucked my dick. It was a little awkward at first, but once I gave her a hit of a Blunt, that fat bazooka butt bitch sucked my cock like pro and after a week or so I fucked her. I took my time because she was tight as a drum, but eventually, I bounced that fat ass around the garage like a lowrider car in southern California.
He had this way of raising his voice as he cried out continuously. “Please don’t cum in me, you’re gonna get me pregnant, oh shit, you’re gonna get me knocked up.”
Damn, that used to get me so hard, and for a while, I really tried to get this fat butt bitch pregnant. I fucked her so often, we actually pretended to be boyfriend and girlfriend.
Her older brother had a tendency to talk a lot of shit and when he got into a fight with a rival crew from another neighborhood, his mother got scared and like the old rap theme song said, “She sent him and my bitch to live with their auntie in SC. I never saw my sweet Bazooka butt bitch again, and that was many, many years ago, but one thing’s for sure, where ever she might be and I don’t care who’s fucked or is fucking her, she’ll always remember when I waxed and taxed that ass and for a time, yes, I was his brother’s keeper because I owned that shit boipussy.
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