Drug Lords and Love - Sex Stories

Drug Lords and Love

... to say it back. For a minute I thought he was going to say it back. He even started to announce the words but he stopped instead. He just smiled and leaned forward to start kissing me. You would think him nutting would have stopped him but no. He kept going. He kept riding me. It wasn't the nut that stopped him. It the sound of the alarm downstairs going off. FRONT DOOR OPEN echoed throughout the house. "Oh shit," Ant said jumping off of me. "What. Who is it?" "Who do you think it is?" he asked, "Shit!" I didn't have the chance to get dressed. "You said she wasn't going to be home until later." "Clearly she got off early. You need to go." "How?" "Out the window?" "Ant---you got to be fucking jokin' kid. I'm not about to jump out of no goddam window Ant. There is no way in hell." So that was my life. I told you it was important. Ant was married. His wife had come home early. I felt like an idiot jumping out the window, running in the streets, with dried cum on my face, half dressed, with a semi hard dick. This was my life. This was the life of a DL dude. I was in the closet. I had known Ant for years even before his wife and we had always been in the closet together. There were so many other things about this whole experience that made me feel like an idiot besides the fact that I was in love with a married man. Before I knew it I was texting my best friend Shorty to come pick me up. The thing about Shorty was that he was always there for me. It was the nighttime and we ...

... damn sure didn't stay in a good side of town. I couldn't believe I was just on the street corner like some trash that had gotten thrown away. I couldn't believe I had found myself in this position ... again. He always found a way to get me and when he saw me on the street corner he knew exactly what it was before I even said anything. I had climbed in the passenger seat of his Honda Accord. "Tsk, tsk, tsk?" Shorty said. "Shut up ok." Shorty wasn't short. His real name was Shawn but everyone called him Shorty because back in the day he used to be really Shorty but he had a growth spurt really late in his life. Now he stood at 6 foot 2 inches. He was even taller than me. Shorty was handsome. He was mixed black and white with really curly hair. Even though I was a barber he never would let me touch it really. He liked his hair to grow out wild and crazy. To tell the truth I kind of liked it too. "You know it's not safe to be out here right? I mean, I know you ain't dumb Christian. Why do you act so dumb sometimes." "I don't judge you. I don't judge you when you do stupid shit right? It's not like you are some goddam saint ok Shorty?" I said shaking my head and putting my feet up on the dashboard, "Fuck I can't stand your ass sometimes." "Get your fucking feet down," Shorty said slapping them down and then turning to me, "The difference between you and me is I don't fuck married men." Shorty was DL too. It was easy to be in the closet when only a few people knew about you. We had ...