I turned and faced the front door. "Nah nigga!" Raheem laughed "aint no bitchin now...you said my dick little rite?" As i turned back around to face a taunting Rah...dis nigga pants and boxers was on na floor and dick was poking straight at me. He had one of dose straight ruler type dicks u digg? No curve or nuffin. Pubic hair was thick and straight too. "Da fuck is you doin?" I retorted half laughing. "Fuck you think pussy? We bout to have a good ol fashion 3rd grade sword fight pimp!" stated and erect Rah. Oh shit...i thought...i forgot all about dat shit...voluntarily too. I remember dat shit doe. We was in na cubbys back in ms. evans class and...my thoughts was interupted once agian by a taughtin ass Rah..."Wussup Pussy!?" he snapped. "Ima be one more pussy u digg? i laughed. "Yea, Yea, nigga aim your sword!" he laughed. One thing about me doe is i aint neva turned down a dare and nis nigga know dat too. It only took a second for me to undo my belt bucket and my pants began to fall. They stopped however at a blocking brick dick. "keep it going pussy!" he quiped. "Dont worry pussy!" I said half jokingly...mr goodbar cummn dawg!" As i began to unzip my pants...my thoughts kept ringing its all or nuffin now! As i undid da button, i watched dis niggaz eyes move from mine down to my dick. Once da button was done...it was all he wrote....dick was out and brick den a mafuka. "Now wut pussy?" I retorted. "Niggaz get dey measure on!" "I aint got no ruler dummy!" i rebutted. "Nigga you dont need no ruler...jus come ere u digg!" I slowly trotted over to a hard dick Rah. I felt like i was in a potatoe sack race cuz a nigga pants was around his ankles you digg? As I made my way over....we jus stood looking at eachother's pipe work...head to head...literally. "Aite...u see dis dick dawg! U aint fukn wit me. Truth was he was fukn wit me, but i was bigger. My dick was a chocolate lover's dream. Long 10 inch hammer about 3 1/2 wide...and the thick vein that ran from my helmet head on down gave it a emphasis. "Nigga...dat aint no official measure...he half laughed."Nigga's gotta see if it's weight to it u digg?" "How in na fuck we gone do dat...i aint got no scale...u a stupid ass nigga...das exactly why..."before i could finish...dis nigga gripped my dick. I just looked up at him. " We gotta grip eachover nigga!" he reasoned. "GO HEAD!" He stated wit a husky tone. I jus grabbed his meat and held. Thoughts began ringing again...dis is it! Should i jus hold it...nah fuk it...ima stroke it...wait nah, dis nigga gotta stroke me before i stroke him! I finally reasoned in that brief 7 seconds that I would stroke his dick. At first I went slow....gently caressing his shaft....thats when he started prenutting....Damn! Dis nigga diggn nis shit...me too. Only he wasn't stroking my dick, jus holding it, when i looked up at him, he had his head back and his eyes closed. Looking back down at his dick, I saw what I was feeling, gewey, warm, prenut oozing from his large piss hole....i took my thumb and began rubbing it in a circular motion, I heard him moan. DAMN yo! I'm really in my bag right now I thought. What next. Thoughts began ringing again...no wait...DAT WAS DA FUKN FRONT DOORBELL...