Tuesday, February 24, 2009

A Basic Sensation

When discussing the art of hooking up with a homie, one of those from back-in-the-day individuals, the topic of boyfriends came up, and whether or not they are a stop sign, an obstacle, or an afterthought when in pursuit of a fit hottie. Trudging through the subject my contemporary proudly stated that he'd gotten brains, to use a modern term, from some girl he knew in the parking lot of a pool house while her boyfriend waited inside. This act of oral pleasure was due to his having been extending a bit of that Miami sand, and her desire to get a dub off the top, a discount, a deal, but not quite a steal. Inquiring as to how he felt copping head in such a capitalistic fashion, he looked up and left, expression calming, stating, "It don't matter. I get my dick wet. I bust a nut. It feels good."