I couldn’t even enjoy the confusing guilt of the moment when I felt a pair of gruff hands sliding my pants off my ass.“What the fuck?” I heaved after Rasool let go of my head, preventing me from looking over my shoulder.“You remember my cousin Carlos? Gay sex Take it down slow, just like a lollipop.” I was so afraid of being called a lame by the bootylicious girls from around the way I did everything in my foolish power to become one. Because I took good care of him like this, he didn’t grow mannishly heated by this, going for my head and fucking my face.“Get at it like a lollipop, son,” he chided in his old street dialect. When I became of age, I hungered for a mentor. I must’ve dozed off for a second because I came to I still felt that tongue in my ass and some hands grabbing my legs. At any rate, I was laid out on some bed taking a few dudes before I found my way onto the floor and on my knees.I don’t remember anybody else being in that room except Carlos. At the last minute, I decided to go for it forgetting that others were in the room that quickly reminded me once
