a light came on...literally. As I stood up, Mcbitchy entered my booth. You might as well stay in here cause that cashier putting people out. Automatically my attitude shifted from horny to agressive. Fuck outta here dawg, as I pushed Mcbitchy out of the doorway. Just in time to see the old white clerk making his way in my direction. "One to a booth" As I stood in the walkway buttoning my pants, Mcbitchy seemed to muster up some masculinity..."Fuck you...he barked to the clerk, hmph "you just mad cuz you aint in na booth. "Out!" the clerk ordered. Not sure who he was talking to, I beat Mcbitchy to the front and out the door. Sitting in my wheel, my mind was racing a mile a minute...da fuk jus happend. I jus seen my man poppin a flame bul,  Mcbitchy was bout to knuckle da clerk, and the crazy part is...I still got nut in my dick das screaming to get out. My thoughts was interupted when I seen Rah making his way to the passenger side door. When he got in, he let out and breath as if he was running a mile or some shit. I just sat and looked foward. Rah looked at me..."you good dawg?' he asked. Not ready to lock eyes with him, I jus looked out my window and said "yea fam...you good?" Niggaz is good fam he said...had to let dat go my nig...jus as he said dat, I turned and faced him and gave him a once over, my eyes glanced at his pants, still unzipped and his semi erect penis was peeking out of his pisshole..."let what go cannon?" I asked as I started da wheel. "Piss nigga...fuk you think? he laughed. As I backed the car out of the lot... i said plainly...that was a long piss doe my nig..." I guess he said...wussup wit a shakey doe...niggaz still horny u digg? he claimed. I just continued driving as if I didn't hear him, all the while thinking. Da fuk jus happend. I kno I jus seen nis nigga poppin na fag bul...now he talkin bout strippers either dis nigga still on or he aint get dat nut. Wus crazy is dat shit was hot doe...i think... Either way...something in me considered taking advantage of the situation...."where we going yo?" he asked interupting my thoughts.."Home my nig!' I stated. "HOME Dis nigga go to one spot and now he wanna go home!" he laughed...did you atleast get a flick? "Nah" I stated. "Ima jus rock wit da flix i got at home..." "Fuk ima do bout my nut...you kno jaz monkey ass threw out all my flix...he said with a half laugh. " I dont kno pussy...i aint responsible for your nuts nigga!" Just then I glanced out the corner of my eye and saw Rah throw his head back..." I kno nigga!" he said with a hint of urk in his voice...why you say dat?" "Im jus sayin u do wut chu gotta do to get your own nut u digg?" "Whatever cannon he said as he looked out the window. Did i just miss my window i thought...do i even want a window? i thought further. Thinking a mile a minute and going 55mph on the e-way, i said "Fuk it...if you wanna borrow a flik you got it!" "Nah im gud!" he stated flatly. "cool". As we continue driving...the silence was so thick you could cut it...so i turned on the radio. We rhode the rest of the way to his spot listening to some classic BIG. As we pulled up in front of his spot... i parked in his driveway. "yo, u here pussy!" I laughed as i turned the car off. He woke out of his brief somber and looked at me then at his spot..."das crazy, i aint even get no nut and i kno dis broad gone be talkin shit! he stated. " I told you u coulda came to my spot homie...i had a couple flix you coulda borrowed i laughed. "nigga u aint say nuffin bout goin to ur spot! he barked. "fuk you think da ornos' was at dick head I laughed..."ard den we out" he reasoned. "Fuk you mean we out...nigga im not driving you back home...you crashn if you stay at my spot!" "Das cool dawg...long as i aint gotta deal wit dat knuckle head bitch...i fuk around and choke her rite now fam!" "yea aite" i stated as i started the wheel back up...as i began to pull out on to the street...i realized i had opened da window again...I think. About 20 minutes later we pulled into my garage. As we got out the wheel...Rah stretched and his jeans slipped jus below his waist line exposing his dick hanging threw the pisshole of his boxers...even though i had seen dis nigga pipe a million times, having partied broads and shit....something was different, this was the dick that was just popping the flame dude...and that was enough to make me keep looking. As his stretch came to an end...Raheem caught eyes wit me and he started pulling up his pants. "Fuk is your belt at pussy?" I laughed hoping he didn't making nuffin of it..."G's don't need belts my nig he said as he walked to my backed door...breathing a quick sigh of relief I made my way to the door and we both walked in...