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Ronald E. DeLoach, II stood up from his workspace and walked to the community kitchen. He filled up his water bottle while studying his mobile phone. An email came through requesting his attendance at a supplier meeting in a week and a half. He had no desire to travel to the windy, cold city right before Christmas. But, as Head of Operations for the Midwest at a sizable personal services software platform company, he had little choice. The only silver lining was his thought that he could reconnect with his cousin, Moe, from Thanksgiving.
Ronnie, as he was known by most, went back to his desk and began looking at travel options. He thought back to the last week. His mom and dad had been hosting a large festivity for Turkey Day the past few years. This year, Moe attended. Maurice Sowell was the son of Ronnie’s dad’s first cousin.
Moe started an embrace, “Sup, Ronnie. How you been, cuz?”
“I”m well,” smiled the thick lipped guy. “How are you?”
“Good.”
“It’s been a minute since I saw you.”
“Yeah. My granddaddy’s funeral, right?”
“Yep. Five, six years ago,” checked the effeminate guy.
“Yeah, mane! That’s right.”
“It’s good to see you again.”
“Bet,” grinned the six-foot-two, slender thirty-four year-old.
“Let me make the rounds since I just got here. I’ll catch back up with you.”
At that funeral, Ronnie was still a novelty to his entire family. He had been openly gay for a while, but the conservative Black family still considered it taboo. Ronnie had been sitting on the patio when Moe’s mother, who was divorced from Moe’s father walked up. They began to converse. Ronnie could tell she was inebriated. She proceeded to tell Ronnie how much she always liked him and that her young son was struggling with bisexuality. Ronnie never told anyone what transpired during that conversation. He did notice though that he and Moe only had superficial interactions during his brief time there. He was not too worried about it because he had a multitude of other things happening in his life - work, sex, church, and so on.
During Thanksgiving though, they were both older. After dinner, Moe and Ronnie connected. They decided to get a game of spades going. They were on opposing teams and each talking mad trash. The five-foot-eight Ronnie imagined what it would be like to fuck his brown-skinned, thuggish relative. They made eye contact repeatedly. Ronnie tread carefully since so much of the family was around. With the number of people present, getting alone time was difficult.
Eventually, they were refreshing their drinks at the same time.
Ronnie started, “What are you up to these days?”
“Just workin’ and shit. You know how it is,” Moe replied.
“That I do.”
“You like livin’ in Texas?”
“It’s cool. So, what do you do for fun up where you are?”
“Me and my niggas like to chill. You know. Drink. Smoke a li’l. Bowl. Shoot pool. Shit like that.”
“I love bowling.”
“Oh, really? Don’t come up and get spanked like you did in spades.”
“First of all, I didn’t get spanked. Let me get Will to be my partner and I’ll show you.”
“Don’t blame it on the other person.”
“Boy, shut up.”
“The only boy I see is you,” Moe chuckled.
“Okay. Get a partner. I’ll see if I can pry him away from the game.”
Ronnie succeeded in getting his first cousin to stop watching the basketball tournament. The highly educated pair summarily defeated Moe and their aunt, Delphine.
“You’re not talking any trash,” Ronnie pointed out.
“It’s late. Y’all won. You wasn’t playin’,” Moe admitted.
There was casual flirting over the next day until Moe and his pops left. They had even played a few games of gin one-on-one. Their last conversation had been during a game of Uno with their much younger cousins.
“You ever be up my way,” Moe inquired.
“Not too much. But I just took a job that’ll have me doing stuff in the midwest,” Ronnie shared.
“Well, next time you up, let me know, yo.”
Ronnie’s mother Charlene came up and interjected, “Moe. Do you ever visit Ronnie’s city?”
“No ma’am. I never been,” he answered.
“You should. You and your friends could stay with him. His house has a nice view.”
“Yeah, that’d be good.”
“Might be nice to ask me first,” Ronnie pushed in.
“Of course. I was just saying cause y’all seem to hit it off,” Charlene commented.
“Yes, ma’am,” Moe smiled.
Charlene walked away.
“Do not think you can just come to my house without letting me know,” Ronnie admonished him.
“Naw, cuz. I was just messin’. But, you can come to my city anytime. We be playin’ spades and gin. You not bad. We can be partners. None of them niggas will know how you play.”
“That’s true. Next time I come up, I’ll hit you.”
“You better,” the taller, intense dude hugged up his shorter, big booty cousin.
Ronnie came back to the present. He decided to book the flight and add a vacation day on that Friday so he could stay over. He finished making the arrangements. Then, he texted Moe letting him know that he’d be in his area for a weekend.
After work, Ronnie left the office and started his gray 2014 Audi A4. He drove home cursing traffic all the way.
The time to travel arrived. He flew up. The meeting went well with his team negotiating a four point reduction in costs over the next three quarters. They went to dinner and eventually wrapped everything up close to 10:00 p.m. Ronnie went back to his hotel, but wasn’t sleepy. He decided to text Moe.
-Hey Moe. I’m bored.
-Sup cuz?
-Bored like I said
-Where u at
-Downtown
-U staying wit me this weekend. Want me to scoop u now?
-Don’t you have to work in the morning?
-Yeah. But I’ll scoop my li’l cuz.
-Whoa. I’m older so you’re the little cousin. Anyway sure.
-WYA?
-Grandover Continent downtown.
-Nice hotel. Be there in 30.
Ronnie began packing his bags. Out of nightly habit, as a good fag, he douched. He had no idea why he was doing it other than his typical routine to be ready for some random down low Negro that wanted to fuck his juicy girly booty.
Moe pulled up outside. He placed a call to his relative. “Ronnie, I’m downstairs. I ain’t payin’ for parking. I’ma circle till you come out.”
“Okie dokie, cuzzo,” Ronnie said beginning to lug his bags out the door. “What are you driving?”
“Blue Tahoe.”
Ronnie made it downstairs. He messaged Moe letting him know he was outside. He spotted the vehicle as it pulled up to the curb.
Moe put on the flashers. He stepped out of the SUV wearing a white Champion pullover hoodie and smoke-colored, sagging, skinny Decibel jeans. “Hey, cuz!” Moe began to lift the bags into the backseat of his truck. “How was ya meetin’,” he asked as they drove away.
“Pretty good,” shared Ronnie.
“Great. You hungry? I’m starvin’.”
“I’m not hungry per se. But, I’d love some a couple White Castles.”
“Coo! I’ma stop at the one by my place.”
“Nice! What’s new with you?”
“Not shit, mane! Workin’ and shit.”
“Awesome!”
“Yeah, so my grandma wanna havin’ a lunch for you tomorrow. After that we gon’ play cards wit’ my niggas.”
“Sounds good to me.”
Moe drove up to the fast food burger joint. He ordered a sack of cheeseburgers and an order of fries.
Moe asked, “You know I live up in the garage above my other granny house?”
“How would I know that,” inquired Ronnie.
“You wouldn’t. Just lettin’ yo’ uppity ass know.”
“I’m not uppity.”
“Ain’t you though?”
“No, I’m not.”
Moe showed Ronnie up the steps into the above-the-garage apartment. It was a huge open space with a curtain that hid the sleeping area. There was also a ample area that contained living room furniture and a sparsely decorated tree.
Moe and Ronnie snacked on the burgers.
“Do you like the tree,” Moe asked.
“I guess,” Ronnie shared.
“What you mean?”
“Nothing. I’m not a big Christmas fan.”
“Why not?”
“Just never has been. Not my thing.”
“I put it up for you.”
“Really?” Why?”
“Cause yo ass said you was comin’ up this weekend.”
“That’s kind. I love it!”
“Don’t be an ass!”
“I can’t help it!”
“Oh! Fah real, cuz?!?”
“Yes, Moe!”
“I got yo’ ass a present.”
“What is it?”
“Nah, nigga. You ain’t deserve it.”
“But, Moe. Please!?!?!”
Maurice grabbed a small box that had was wrapped in gold paper. Ronnie tore it open. It was a pack of playing cards. “I love it,” Ronnie screamed.
“Good,” remarked Moe. “Where my gift?”
“Huh,” Ronnie stuttered.
“I’m fuckin’ witchu, cuz.”
“You’re mean!”
“You bout to find out how mean,” Moe added.
“What,” Ronnie inquired.
“Feel this!”
Moe pulled out his ten inch dick. He was ready to instruct his sissy cousin with itl.
“Wait,” protested Ronnie.
“Shut the fuck up. Get under dat tree,” ordered Moe.
Ronnie complied. Moe hunched over his back.
Ronnie scooted under the Christmas tree. Moe climbed on top of the big booty boi.
“Owwww,” cried Ronnie. “It’s so big!”
“Yeah, fag! It’s real big! You like this shit though,” Moe said.
“Wait!”
“Naw, bitch! Take it!”
Moe fucked Ronnie under the Christmas tree all night. Ass juices were flowing.
“You know I love yo’ faggot ass,” Moe said.
“Yes, sir.” shared Ronnie.
“Damn this booty tight!”
“Thank you!”
“Fuckin’ yo’ faggit booty under my Christmas tree. You goddamn slut!”
“Yes, sir!”
Moe nutted hard.
The next day, there was a cookout at Moe’s granny’s house. It was in honor of Ronnie. They had a great time. That night, Moe announced they were going bowling.
Ronnie went along.
There were four others with them. Ronnie was on the the team with Moe and Real.
The other team won. While Ronnie had bowled a 178, the rest of his team faltered. Moe suggested they go play cards at his house.
Moe wanted Ronnie to himself. “I wanna fuck yo faggit ass again!”
“I’m yours, baby,” Ronnie wailed.
“Awwwww! That shit tight!
“Fuck me, nigga!”
“Yeah, bitch!”
Moe copulated hard.
He nutted in Ronnie.
Ronnie, as he was known by most, went back to his desk and began looking at travel options. He thought back to the last week. His mom and dad had been hosting a large festivity for Turkey Day the past few years. This year, Moe attended. Maurice Sowell was the son of Ronnie’s dad’s first cousin.
Moe started an embrace, “Sup, Ronnie. How you been, cuz?”
“I”m well,” smiled the thick lipped guy. “How are you?”
“Good.”
“It’s been a minute since I saw you.”
“Yeah. My granddaddy’s funeral, right?”
“Yep. Five, six years ago,” checked the effeminate guy.
“Yeah, mane! That’s right.”
“It’s good to see you again.”
“Bet,” grinned the six-foot-two, slender thirty-four year-old.
“Let me make the rounds since I just got here. I’ll catch back up with you.”
At that funeral, Ronnie was still a novelty to his entire family. He had been openly gay for a while, but the conservative Black family still considered it taboo. Ronnie had been sitting on the patio when Moe’s mother, who was divorced from Moe’s father walked up. They began to converse. Ronnie could tell she was inebriated. She proceeded to tell Ronnie how much she always liked him and that her young son was struggling with bisexuality. Ronnie never told anyone what transpired during that conversation. He did notice though that he and Moe only had superficial interactions during his brief time there. He was not too worried about it because he had a multitude of other things happening in his life - work, sex, church, and so on.
During Thanksgiving though, they were both older. After dinner, Moe and Ronnie connected. They decided to get a game of spades going. They were on opposing teams and each talking mad trash. The five-foot-eight Ronnie imagined what it would be like to fuck his brown-skinned, thuggish relative. They made eye contact repeatedly. Ronnie tread carefully since so much of the family was around. With the number of people present, getting alone time was difficult.
Eventually, they were refreshing their drinks at the same time.
Ronnie started, “What are you up to these days?”
“Just workin’ and shit. You know how it is,” Moe replied.
“That I do.”
“You like livin’ in Texas?”
“It’s cool. So, what do you do for fun up where you are?”
“Me and my niggas like to chill. You know. Drink. Smoke a li’l. Bowl. Shoot pool. Shit like that.”
“I love bowling.”
“Oh, really? Don’t come up and get spanked like you did in spades.”
“First of all, I didn’t get spanked. Let me get Will to be my partner and I’ll show you.”
“Don’t blame it on the other person.”
“Boy, shut up.”
“The only boy I see is you,” Moe chuckled.
“Okay. Get a partner. I’ll see if I can pry him away from the game.”
Ronnie succeeded in getting his first cousin to stop watching the basketball tournament. The highly educated pair summarily defeated Moe and their aunt, Delphine.
“You’re not talking any trash,” Ronnie pointed out.
“It’s late. Y’all won. You wasn’t playin’,” Moe admitted.
There was casual flirting over the next day until Moe and his pops left. They had even played a few games of gin one-on-one. Their last conversation had been during a game of Uno with their much younger cousins.
“You ever be up my way,” Moe inquired.
“Not too much. But I just took a job that’ll have me doing stuff in the midwest,” Ronnie shared.
“Well, next time you up, let me know, yo.”
Ronnie’s mother Charlene came up and interjected, “Moe. Do you ever visit Ronnie’s city?”
“No ma’am. I never been,” he answered.
“You should. You and your friends could stay with him. His house has a nice view.”
“Yeah, that’d be good.”
“Might be nice to ask me first,” Ronnie pushed in.
“Of course. I was just saying cause y’all seem to hit it off,” Charlene commented.
“Yes, ma’am,” Moe smiled.
Charlene walked away.
“Do not think you can just come to my house without letting me know,” Ronnie admonished him.
“Naw, cuz. I was just messin’. But, you can come to my city anytime. We be playin’ spades and gin. You not bad. We can be partners. None of them niggas will know how you play.”
“That’s true. Next time I come up, I’ll hit you.”
“You better,” the taller, intense dude hugged up his shorter, big booty cousin.
Ronnie came back to the present. He decided to book the flight and add a vacation day on that Friday so he could stay over. He finished making the arrangements. Then, he texted Moe letting him know that he’d be in his area for a weekend.
After work, Ronnie left the office and started his gray 2014 Audi A4. He drove home cursing traffic all the way.
The time to travel arrived. He flew up. The meeting went well with his team negotiating a four point reduction in costs over the next three quarters. They went to dinner and eventually wrapped everything up close to 10:00 p.m. Ronnie went back to his hotel, but wasn’t sleepy. He decided to text Moe.
-Hey Moe. I’m bored.
-Sup cuz?
-Bored like I said
-Where u at
-Downtown
-U staying wit me this weekend. Want me to scoop u now?
-Don’t you have to work in the morning?
-Yeah. But I’ll scoop my li’l cuz.
-Whoa. I’m older so you’re the little cousin. Anyway sure.
-WYA?
-Grandover Continent downtown.
-Nice hotel. Be there in 30.
Ronnie began packing his bags. Out of nightly habit, as a good fag, he douched. He had no idea why he was doing it other than his typical routine to be ready for some random down low Negro that wanted to fuck his juicy girly booty.
Moe pulled up outside. He placed a call to his relative. “Ronnie, I’m downstairs. I ain’t payin’ for parking. I’ma circle till you come out.”
“Okie dokie, cuzzo,” Ronnie said beginning to lug his bags out the door. “What are you driving?”
“Blue Tahoe.”
Ronnie made it downstairs. He messaged Moe letting him know he was outside. He spotted the vehicle as it pulled up to the curb.
Moe put on the flashers. He stepped out of the SUV wearing a white Champion pullover hoodie and smoke-colored, sagging, skinny Decibel jeans. “Hey, cuz!” Moe began to lift the bags into the backseat of his truck. “How was ya meetin’,” he asked as they drove away.
“Pretty good,” shared Ronnie.
“Great. You hungry? I’m starvin’.”
“I’m not hungry per se. But, I’d love some a couple White Castles.”
“Coo! I’ma stop at the one by my place.”
“Nice! What’s new with you?”
“Not shit, mane! Workin’ and shit.”
“Awesome!”
“Yeah, so my grandma wanna havin’ a lunch for you tomorrow. After that we gon’ play cards wit’ my niggas.”
“Sounds good to me.”
Moe drove up to the fast food burger joint. He ordered a sack of cheeseburgers and an order of fries.
Moe asked, “You know I live up in the garage above my other granny house?”
“How would I know that,” inquired Ronnie.
“You wouldn’t. Just lettin’ yo’ uppity ass know.”
“I’m not uppity.”
“Ain’t you though?”
“No, I’m not.”
Moe showed Ronnie up the steps into the above-the-garage apartment. It was a huge open space with a curtain that hid the sleeping area. There was also a ample area that contained living room furniture and a sparsely decorated tree.
Moe and Ronnie snacked on the burgers.
“Do you like the tree,” Moe asked.
“I guess,” Ronnie shared.
“What you mean?”
“Nothing. I’m not a big Christmas fan.”
“Why not?”
“Just never has been. Not my thing.”
“I put it up for you.”
“Really?” Why?”
“Cause yo ass said you was comin’ up this weekend.”
“That’s kind. I love it!”
“Don’t be an ass!”
“I can’t help it!”
“Oh! Fah real, cuz?!?”
“Yes, Moe!”
“I got yo’ ass a present.”
“What is it?”
“Nah, nigga. You ain’t deserve it.”
“But, Moe. Please!?!?!”
Maurice grabbed a small box that had was wrapped in gold paper. Ronnie tore it open. It was a pack of playing cards. “I love it,” Ronnie screamed.
“Good,” remarked Moe. “Where my gift?”
“Huh,” Ronnie stuttered.
“I’m fuckin’ witchu, cuz.”
“You’re mean!”
“You bout to find out how mean,” Moe added.
“What,” Ronnie inquired.
“Feel this!”
Moe pulled out his ten inch dick. He was ready to instruct his sissy cousin with itl.
“Wait,” protested Ronnie.
“Shut the fuck up. Get under dat tree,” ordered Moe.
Ronnie complied. Moe hunched over his back.
Ronnie scooted under the Christmas tree. Moe climbed on top of the big booty boi.
“Owwww,” cried Ronnie. “It’s so big!”
“Yeah, fag! It’s real big! You like this shit though,” Moe said.
“Wait!”
“Naw, bitch! Take it!”
Moe fucked Ronnie under the Christmas tree all night. Ass juices were flowing.
“You know I love yo’ faggot ass,” Moe said.
“Yes, sir.” shared Ronnie.
“Damn this booty tight!”
“Thank you!”
“Fuckin’ yo’ faggit booty under my Christmas tree. You goddamn slut!”
“Yes, sir!”
Moe nutted hard.
The next day, there was a cookout at Moe’s granny’s house. It was in honor of Ronnie. They had a great time. That night, Moe announced they were going bowling.
Ronnie went along.
There were four others with them. Ronnie was on the the team with Moe and Real.
The other team won. While Ronnie had bowled a 178, the rest of his team faltered. Moe suggested they go play cards at his house.
Moe wanted Ronnie to himself. “I wanna fuck yo faggit ass again!”
“I’m yours, baby,” Ronnie wailed.
“Awwwww! That shit tight!
“Fuck me, nigga!”
“Yeah, bitch!”
Moe copulated hard.
He nutted in Ronnie.
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