Shut Up & Listen - Chapter 14: Chapter 14
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February 7
Friday 2:22a
Party
Cole
"Aye so me and Cecil 'bout to dip."
"Damn for real? The fuck yal going? Back to the hotel?"
"Nah. But I'll see yal back at the room later on C."
We dapped and Dame went off to find Cecil. I watched him until he disappeared into the sea of people. I looked over to see Cobe dancing with this fine ass girl. He was holding her hips while she was whining all in his dick. I thought he said he was gay... but he is drunk so I guess it doesn't count. I waited til he was done with her before I approached him.
"Aye, I'm not really feeling this shit no more Cobe. You wanna head out? I'm hungry as hell."
"Damn C what mood you in then if it ain't one to party?"
I just looked at him with a blank stare. I honestly wanna go all the way home nigga.. I'm still kinda pissed about how everything has happened. It's been a trash ass last few days actually and I haven't had a moment to my self in almost a week. I need some shit to calm my nerves.
"I'm saying tho, the night is young baby. Don't tell me you ready for bed?" He looked at me with a smirk. This nigga is unbelievable. Let's Gooooo!!! Is what I wanted to yell at him, but I'm not one to make a scene.
"I ain't tryna go to bed... I just wanna get the fuck out of here." I waved my arms referring to the party we were at. It's too much going on in this small ass house and it's hot as hell in here.
"So u wanna smoke with me? I just got some fresh shit from Sha."
"From Sha? You bought it from him or he gave it to you?" I asked confused as to how Shahid is out here passing out loud. I'm starring him dead in his face and he's got that look on his face again. That look he always gets when we make eye contact, well recently at least. I don't know, but it makes me feel some kind of way.
"Yeah I got it from him." I just look at him some more because he still not answering the damn question I asked, but it's whatever. I put my hand out for the keys but this nigga is playing around.
"You not driving my baby" he says with his brows furrowed, he's trying to be serious but this nigga is a silly ass drunk.
I go into his pants pocket and dig around for the keys. He snickers and I look up at him.
"What you tryna find in there baby?" He asks me grinning. He looks down at his crotch and I hurry up and remove my hand with the keys. This shit is weird for me. I'm feeling shit I've never felt before. I try my best to ignore his flirting and motion for him to follow me to the car.
•••
Dame
Cecil and I were told to come thru to the basement of the gym. That shit was all the way across campus. It took us at least fifteen minutes to walk over there from the frat house where the party was at. While we trekked across campus, Cecil decided to share with me what was on his mind.
"My bad bro.... about earlier. You know I had issues with my pops man. He provided for us, yeah but that nigga was a snake. Him having a whole other family across town did not only affect my mother. I really felt like he had abandoned me for something better you know."
"I hear you C. But don't think too much on the shit I say man. I ain't even got a father, you was right. I was outta line. That's a subject I have no business putting my two cents in."
The walk was quiet after that. I watched him occasionally. Something about the conversation felt unfinished. His head was down and his eyes were watching his steps but I could tell that he was deep in thought about something.
We approached the back door of the gym. I knocked but no one answered so I called the guy who invited us to let him know we were outside.
The door opened but the man standing there wasn't the one who invited us. But he was a frat so I dapped him up. I figured that we were going to a set, but what I saw when we walked in let me know that tonight was more than set.... it was hell night.
I looked around and I shuttered as memories of my hell night came flooding back. I looked over at Cecil and he raised his brows at me scratching his forehead. Only God knows what we're gonna witness tonight. It's Hell Night, anything is bound to happen.
We walked through greeting all the prophytes and the dean and took our spot in the middle of the men gathered near the wall. The neophytes were standing in a line facing us.
"Bar the fuck up!" A big burly guy barked at the neos. He was light skin with red freckles splattered across his face and he was swole as fuck. He wore a brown cowboy hat, no shirt and khaki cargo shorts with the auxiliary boots we liked to wear for step shows. Around his neck was a heavy beaded amulet with a wooden number 2 hanging from it. His voice was deep, rich and intimidating, I guess that's why he's the one running the show.
I watched the boys follow his every command. No questions were asked and no oppositions were heard. Their heads were aimed at the ceiling and the corners of their mouths faced the floor. Their heads were covered with hoods. Their eyes were covered with black bandannas.
I leaned my head down to Cecil and whispered "this nigga making me flinch, got me scared as a muh fucka" we snickered at my comment.
They went through the whole show. They spat history, colors, charter date and so on and so forth. Their moves were clean and their voices were clear. Not one of them missed a beat. My niggas had these boys in line. They were pristine. I was impressed.
Not before long, another frat they called Grand Daddy Q walked up behind the boys in line tapping them on their heads as if he were playing duck duck goose. Everyone laughed, except for the boys of course. He settled on the ace of the line and pulled him out by the collar of his hoodie.
"What's yo name one?" He yelled circling him.
"JAMEL ADEBANJO, GRAND DADDY" the man laughed at the boy calling him grand daddy. I laughed too until I realized what the boy said.
"Yo did he say Jamel? Jamel Jamel? As in Lil J??" I nudged Cecil with my eyes wide.
"What the hell? Why he ain't say nothing?" Cecil commented. But then we pursed our lips and nodded our heads knowingly. Duh, the nigga gotta stay low key while he's on line.
"ARE YOU READY.... TO CROSS THE BURNING SANDS... INTO THIS HERE ILLUSTRIOUS FRATERNITY?!"
"HELL YEAH, GRAND DADDY" he responded with bass in his voice that I've never experienced from him before.
"WHAT NIGGA? I THINK I HEARD YOU WRONG... SAY THAT SHIT AGAIN!"
"HELL YEAH, GRAND DADDY"
"Nah, I heard you right the first time...That shit was weak as hell" all the men in the room barked and howled instigating the call and response happening between Grand Daddy and Lil J. He motioned to someone behind me and they threw him a wooden paddle with the number one on it. He walked behind Lil J and smacked the shit out of his ass. Shit, I flinched at the shit. But he stayed strong and didn't even so much as stumble or whine. He stood tall, fists connected, face to the ceiling, the corners of his mouth to the floor.
Grand Daddy continued asking him questions. Wether he answered right or wrong he still got hit. After about 3 minutes, Grand Daddy was replaced by another frat, BULL SHIT.
Once he walked up to Lil J, a chant commenced around the room.
"Aye what up Bull Shit" A real Southern voice yelled into the room of men.
Another man responded, I could tell the nigga was from Memphis cuz he said, "Why dey call dat mane 'at?!" I couldn't help but snicker.
Then the whole room vibrated from the bass of the voices yelling in unison, "CUZ E'RY THANG COME OUT HIS MOUTH IS BUUULL SHIT" he laughed and stoked his beard; he was proud a that shit. I assume this nigga is a playa playa from the Himalayas by his reaction. I ain't gone lie, whoever came up with his line name is clever as hell.
•••
Cole
@the room
"HAHAHAHAHHAHAHH Shit! Stop for you make me cry nigga! Oh Shit, you funny as hell Cole."
"Maaan I'm for real dawg! You 'on believe me?"
"I believe everything that comes out of ya mouth Cole" he says getting serious all of a sudden. He looks me in the eye and I get that feeling again. His eyes never wander but mine began to travel. I watch as his hand travels from the back of the couch to his chin to caress his beard. My eyes then move up to watch his tongue emerge from his mouth only to lick the edge of his bottom lip before it retreated back in. My eyes continue to travel until I reach his eyes again. I notice his chocolate brown eyes are getting bigger and bigger until I come to the realization that they're not growing in size, they're growing closer. Cobe is leaning in but I get nervous and back away until I'm standing up from the couch.
I make my way over to the fridge and open it for some cool air, but I play it off like I'm getting us some water. Once I turn around to close the fridge, hes right beside me.
Cobe snakes his hand behind my head, cuffing it the way he did the first time we kissed. He leans in and this time I don't pull away. His tongue danced its way into my mouth and mine intertwined with his.
Leaned up against the refrigerator, I grab hold of Cobe's back pulling him closer to me. Our bodies rubbing together causes a moan to escape Cobe's mouth. I had never heard a man moan before, that shit turned me on. He pulls away moving his mouth to my neck planting kisses. His lips brush my ear giving me chills before he whispers to follow him to the bedroom.
I sat on the bed and he sat on my lap holding on to my neck. He cocked his head to the side and started kissing me again. I didn't even notice that his hands left my neck until I felt him pull my dick out my boxers. I must've been really into his lips to not feel him unbuckle or unzip my pants. Either way, his hand feels God himself is stroking me.
He gets up off my lap making eye contact with me. He gets on his knees between my legs and reunites his hand and my dick. He's stroking me slow while never breaking eye contact. I never would've guessed that my best friend was gay before he told me. Yet here he is on his knees in front of me. All I know is that I'm high as fuck and I gotta be making this shit up in my head.
I'm leaking precum now and watching it roll down his hand is throwing me off the edge. When he put it in his mouth though, I just couldn't take the shit anymore. I laid back on the bed and let out a loud ass groan, I hadn't even realized I was holding my breath until then.
I leaned back up and our eyes met immediately. It was that look in his eye along with the feeling of my dick brushing the back of his throat that made me bust.
I came without warning and he swallowed all of it.
"FUCK!" I can't believe he swallowed my nut. I can't believe I came in his mouth. I CANT BELIEVE HE SUCKED MY DICK. Cobe sucked my dick.... FUCK.
Friday 2:22a
Party
Cole
"Aye so me and Cecil 'bout to dip."
"Damn for real? The fuck yal going? Back to the hotel?"
"Nah. But I'll see yal back at the room later on C."
We dapped and Dame went off to find Cecil. I watched him until he disappeared into the sea of people. I looked over to see Cobe dancing with this fine ass girl. He was holding her hips while she was whining all in his dick. I thought he said he was gay... but he is drunk so I guess it doesn't count. I waited til he was done with her before I approached him.
"Aye, I'm not really feeling this shit no more Cobe. You wanna head out? I'm hungry as hell."
"Damn C what mood you in then if it ain't one to party?"
I just looked at him with a blank stare. I honestly wanna go all the way home nigga.. I'm still kinda pissed about how everything has happened. It's been a trash ass last few days actually and I haven't had a moment to my self in almost a week. I need some shit to calm my nerves.
"I'm saying tho, the night is young baby. Don't tell me you ready for bed?" He looked at me with a smirk. This nigga is unbelievable. Let's Gooooo!!! Is what I wanted to yell at him, but I'm not one to make a scene.
"I ain't tryna go to bed... I just wanna get the fuck out of here." I waved my arms referring to the party we were at. It's too much going on in this small ass house and it's hot as hell in here.
"So u wanna smoke with me? I just got some fresh shit from Sha."
"From Sha? You bought it from him or he gave it to you?" I asked confused as to how Shahid is out here passing out loud. I'm starring him dead in his face and he's got that look on his face again. That look he always gets when we make eye contact, well recently at least. I don't know, but it makes me feel some kind of way.
"Yeah I got it from him." I just look at him some more because he still not answering the damn question I asked, but it's whatever. I put my hand out for the keys but this nigga is playing around.
"You not driving my baby" he says with his brows furrowed, he's trying to be serious but this nigga is a silly ass drunk.
I go into his pants pocket and dig around for the keys. He snickers and I look up at him.
"What you tryna find in there baby?" He asks me grinning. He looks down at his crotch and I hurry up and remove my hand with the keys. This shit is weird for me. I'm feeling shit I've never felt before. I try my best to ignore his flirting and motion for him to follow me to the car.
•••
Dame
Cecil and I were told to come thru to the basement of the gym. That shit was all the way across campus. It took us at least fifteen minutes to walk over there from the frat house where the party was at. While we trekked across campus, Cecil decided to share with me what was on his mind.
"My bad bro.... about earlier. You know I had issues with my pops man. He provided for us, yeah but that nigga was a snake. Him having a whole other family across town did not only affect my mother. I really felt like he had abandoned me for something better you know."
"I hear you C. But don't think too much on the shit I say man. I ain't even got a father, you was right. I was outta line. That's a subject I have no business putting my two cents in."
The walk was quiet after that. I watched him occasionally. Something about the conversation felt unfinished. His head was down and his eyes were watching his steps but I could tell that he was deep in thought about something.
We approached the back door of the gym. I knocked but no one answered so I called the guy who invited us to let him know we were outside.
The door opened but the man standing there wasn't the one who invited us. But he was a frat so I dapped him up. I figured that we were going to a set, but what I saw when we walked in let me know that tonight was more than set.... it was hell night.
I looked around and I shuttered as memories of my hell night came flooding back. I looked over at Cecil and he raised his brows at me scratching his forehead. Only God knows what we're gonna witness tonight. It's Hell Night, anything is bound to happen.
We walked through greeting all the prophytes and the dean and took our spot in the middle of the men gathered near the wall. The neophytes were standing in a line facing us.
"Bar the fuck up!" A big burly guy barked at the neos. He was light skin with red freckles splattered across his face and he was swole as fuck. He wore a brown cowboy hat, no shirt and khaki cargo shorts with the auxiliary boots we liked to wear for step shows. Around his neck was a heavy beaded amulet with a wooden number 2 hanging from it. His voice was deep, rich and intimidating, I guess that's why he's the one running the show.
I watched the boys follow his every command. No questions were asked and no oppositions were heard. Their heads were aimed at the ceiling and the corners of their mouths faced the floor. Their heads were covered with hoods. Their eyes were covered with black bandannas.
I leaned my head down to Cecil and whispered "this nigga making me flinch, got me scared as a muh fucka" we snickered at my comment.
They went through the whole show. They spat history, colors, charter date and so on and so forth. Their moves were clean and their voices were clear. Not one of them missed a beat. My niggas had these boys in line. They were pristine. I was impressed.
Not before long, another frat they called Grand Daddy Q walked up behind the boys in line tapping them on their heads as if he were playing duck duck goose. Everyone laughed, except for the boys of course. He settled on the ace of the line and pulled him out by the collar of his hoodie.
"What's yo name one?" He yelled circling him.
"JAMEL ADEBANJO, GRAND DADDY" the man laughed at the boy calling him grand daddy. I laughed too until I realized what the boy said.
"Yo did he say Jamel? Jamel Jamel? As in Lil J??" I nudged Cecil with my eyes wide.
"What the hell? Why he ain't say nothing?" Cecil commented. But then we pursed our lips and nodded our heads knowingly. Duh, the nigga gotta stay low key while he's on line.
"ARE YOU READY.... TO CROSS THE BURNING SANDS... INTO THIS HERE ILLUSTRIOUS FRATERNITY?!"
"HELL YEAH, GRAND DADDY" he responded with bass in his voice that I've never experienced from him before.
"WHAT NIGGA? I THINK I HEARD YOU WRONG... SAY THAT SHIT AGAIN!"
"HELL YEAH, GRAND DADDY"
"Nah, I heard you right the first time...That shit was weak as hell" all the men in the room barked and howled instigating the call and response happening between Grand Daddy and Lil J. He motioned to someone behind me and they threw him a wooden paddle with the number one on it. He walked behind Lil J and smacked the shit out of his ass. Shit, I flinched at the shit. But he stayed strong and didn't even so much as stumble or whine. He stood tall, fists connected, face to the ceiling, the corners of his mouth to the floor.
Grand Daddy continued asking him questions. Wether he answered right or wrong he still got hit. After about 3 minutes, Grand Daddy was replaced by another frat, BULL SHIT.
Once he walked up to Lil J, a chant commenced around the room.
"Aye what up Bull Shit" A real Southern voice yelled into the room of men.
Another man responded, I could tell the nigga was from Memphis cuz he said, "Why dey call dat mane 'at?!" I couldn't help but snicker.
Then the whole room vibrated from the bass of the voices yelling in unison, "CUZ E'RY THANG COME OUT HIS MOUTH IS BUUULL SHIT" he laughed and stoked his beard; he was proud a that shit. I assume this nigga is a playa playa from the Himalayas by his reaction. I ain't gone lie, whoever came up with his line name is clever as hell.
•••
Cole
@the room
"HAHAHAHAHHAHAHH Shit! Stop for you make me cry nigga! Oh Shit, you funny as hell Cole."
"Maaan I'm for real dawg! You 'on believe me?"
"I believe everything that comes out of ya mouth Cole" he says getting serious all of a sudden. He looks me in the eye and I get that feeling again. His eyes never wander but mine began to travel. I watch as his hand travels from the back of the couch to his chin to caress his beard. My eyes then move up to watch his tongue emerge from his mouth only to lick the edge of his bottom lip before it retreated back in. My eyes continue to travel until I reach his eyes again. I notice his chocolate brown eyes are getting bigger and bigger until I come to the realization that they're not growing in size, they're growing closer. Cobe is leaning in but I get nervous and back away until I'm standing up from the couch.
I make my way over to the fridge and open it for some cool air, but I play it off like I'm getting us some water. Once I turn around to close the fridge, hes right beside me.
Cobe snakes his hand behind my head, cuffing it the way he did the first time we kissed. He leans in and this time I don't pull away. His tongue danced its way into my mouth and mine intertwined with his.
Leaned up against the refrigerator, I grab hold of Cobe's back pulling him closer to me. Our bodies rubbing together causes a moan to escape Cobe's mouth. I had never heard a man moan before, that shit turned me on. He pulls away moving his mouth to my neck planting kisses. His lips brush my ear giving me chills before he whispers to follow him to the bedroom.
I sat on the bed and he sat on my lap holding on to my neck. He cocked his head to the side and started kissing me again. I didn't even notice that his hands left my neck until I felt him pull my dick out my boxers. I must've been really into his lips to not feel him unbuckle or unzip my pants. Either way, his hand feels God himself is stroking me.
He gets up off my lap making eye contact with me. He gets on his knees between my legs and reunites his hand and my dick. He's stroking me slow while never breaking eye contact. I never would've guessed that my best friend was gay before he told me. Yet here he is on his knees in front of me. All I know is that I'm high as fuck and I gotta be making this shit up in my head.
I'm leaking precum now and watching it roll down his hand is throwing me off the edge. When he put it in his mouth though, I just couldn't take the shit anymore. I laid back on the bed and let out a loud ass groan, I hadn't even realized I was holding my breath until then.
I leaned back up and our eyes met immediately. It was that look in his eye along with the feeling of my dick brushing the back of his throat that made me bust.
I came without warning and he swallowed all of it.
"FUCK!" I can't believe he swallowed my nut. I can't believe I came in his mouth. I CANT BELIEVE HE SUCKED MY DICK. Cobe sucked my dick.... FUCK.
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