During college, Juan Jiles fell in love with Darrell, who convinced Juan to help him rob one of Philadelphia's largest banks. During the heist, Darnell is killed, and Juan escapes with more than $175,000. After mourning the loss of his lover, Juan begins rebuilding his life and uses the money to open a popular celebrity hair salon.
Then along comes Bryant Thompson, a street thug with drugs, drama, and deception in tow. Juan falls in love with the hustling, muscle-bound Bryant and soon succumbs to Bryant's addictive world. Juan's life starts to spin out of control, and he realizes that his meeting Bryant didn't happen by chance.
A story of a man doomed by passion, In Love with a Thug is by turns a humorous, tragic, and hard-hitting look at the cost of destructive love and the price some pay for true happiness.
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I In the Shower
The water ran hot as it dripped down both our bodies as he kissed me passionately. Both of our dicks stood brick as we faced each other letting our precum mix as the water ran between us.
"I love you so much, Darnell," I said as he palmed my ass, pulling me closer to him to let our dicks smash between our bellies. Our tongues twisted with great divine as I grabbed his back and held tight, thinking of all the good times that we shared together. The hot water from the shower fogged up the mirrors and the steam flowed through the entire bathroom. "Show me how much you love me," he said, kissing and licking all over my lips. I began kissing his neck as the hot water ran over my face and proceeded down to his chest where I sucked on his nipple while fingering the other. I felt his large penis poking me in my stomach as I continued to make him horny.
"Yeah, I like that shit," he said as he stood there with his head leaned back and his eyes closed. He began to lick his lips from left to right. I kneeled down, staring at his ten-and-a-half-inch dick pointing straight at me. His curly pubic hairs were getting curlier as the water tapped his body. His hairy balls hung looking so juicy and ripe when I began to taste the head of his cucumber. I started out by teasing him, hoping that he would clench from my licks and he did. I then downed his whole sausage into my mouth as his once-sagging balls became tight.
The hot water continued to hit my face as he grabbed my head from behind and began to fuck my face. He was throwing jabs at the back of my throat as he begun to move faster and faster. I grabbed his tight muscular butt cheeks to force him deeper into my mouth.
"Ayo, watch them hands, you know a nigga don't be letting people touch my ass. Keep sucking this dick. It's yours," he explained as he pumped himself tight into my mouth with me gagging at every stroke. I then pulled it out and licked it up and down slowly. I licked all around the head and sucked on his tip for about five minutes. That shit drove him crazy. He looked down at me and smiled as he kindly stuck his piece back into my mouth to continue sucking.
"Yo, eat this dick up. You gon' let me cum in ya mouth?" he asked, still long-stroking his muscle in and out my mouth. I looked up at him as I noticed him looking down at me, ready to go to work. I deep throated him quickly as I shook my head obligingly.
"Yeah, that's my boy. You like this dick, don't you?" he asked. I loved it when he talked dirty to me while we were having sex. I stroked my dick the whole time I sucked his. I grabbed the shaft of his muscle and licked it up and down like a lollipop as I sucked some more while jerking him at the same time. I was already starting to feel the tingling sensation in my dick so I knew that I needed to make this nigga bust a nut soon.
"C'mon, man, eat dat dick," he yelled as he placed both of his hands on the walls of the shower to brace himself for this lovely nut. When he would get loud, I knew that that was my cue to suck on it a little harder. The water continued to pour from the sprout as I jerked myself off and sucked him at the same time.
"Oh shit," he yelled as I felt all his semen rush from the shaft to the tip of his dick and into my mouth and down my throat. I then shot my load into the water that rushed down the drain.
"Damn, that shit felt good," he said as I got up from my knees and kissed my thug right in the mouth.
I wrapped both of my arms around him as the water drenched us both. He did the same as he kissed me on my neck. "I love you so much, Darnell, I don't know what I would do without you," I said as I laid my head on his chest. My heart skipped a beat every time I would get mushy with him. This was only once in a blue moon because Darnell never went for that mushy shit.
My nigga was all about gettin' dat paper, smoking dro, and fuckin' the shit out of me. That's all he lived for and no matter how feminine I was or how flamboyant I dressed, he would let no one fuck with me.
"I love you too, boo. But, look, I need you to help me with a favor," he said, taking my chin and raising my head so my eyes could directly meet his. Our lips touched yet once again while the shower was running. The look in his eyes seemed so sincere that I would do anything for this man, even if it meant dying for this man.
"Wassup? What's wrong?" I asked with a puzzled look upon my face. We released from each other's arms as he grabbed the soap and the sponge from the dish and began washing my back and my arms.
"Nothing's really wrong. I need you to help me plan out a few things; that's all," he said, now taking the soapy sponge and wiping down the crack of my ass.
After making sure that my ass was squeaky clean, he then bent me over, letting my hands rest on the hot and cold knobs. He began eating my ass like he'd never eaten an ass before. I closed my eyes as my dick started to get hard again. I'd forgotten that he wanted to talk to me. After about ten minutes of ass eating, he was ready to put the head in, as if my sucking him off wasn't enough.
"Oh, Baby, that hurts," I said, trying to get my anus ready for the big size of his dick.
"C'mon, Baby, let Daddy in," he said as he squeezed his semi-hard penis into my anus. The water was running heavily down our two bodies as he started to bang me from one side of the bathtub to the other.
After he came for a second time, we both washed each other's bodies and wrapped ourselves in oversized towels. Before we walked out of the bathroom he grabbed me from behind, letting his softness rub up against my ass and making my dick hard for a third time.
"Thanks for the wash, Baby," he said, holding me tight from the back. His arms were so thick and I felt safe being wrapped inside them.
"It was my pleasure. Thanks for the relaxation," I rebutted. I smeared the steam from the mirror with my hand, exposing my caramel face with his dark-skinned one as he stood directly behind me.
I opened the medicine cabinet to get my deep cream moisturizer for my face, then began applying it as he watched me. I stopped.
"What? What are you looking at?" He stood about six feet one with his chocolate-covered biceps.
"Nothing," he said, talking with his hands. "I want to know why you're putting all that stuff on your face. I mean, you look good the way you are."
I smiled from ear to ear. "Oh, Darnell, thank you. That was so nice of you to say," I said, giving him a kiss on his lips, then hopping back in front of the mirror. He then went into the room as I stood in front of the mirror gazing at my reflection. I started thinking of my future and how I would like to own my own hair salon one day. But the way these bills are kicking my ass now, I know that that day will never happen.
"Juan, why are you looking like that?" Darnell asked. He ran back in the bathroom in his wife beater and boxers. Still, I didn't take my eyes off my reflection in the mirror. "What are you thinking about?"
"Darnell, do you know what my dream is?" I asked him as he came behind me and started to rub my shoulders.
"Yes, Juan, I do know what your dream is."
"Well, what is it then?" I teased.
"I know that someday you want to have a shop of your own," he said.
I turned around and smiled giving him a great big hug.
We walked into my bedroom where he grabbed the sheets from the bed and uncovered two nine-millimeter handguns lying side by side with a red rose in the middle. My heart dropped. I turned toward his direction.
"Darnell, why are these guns on my bed and where did they come from?" I asked, totally confused.
"Juan, this was the favor I needed your help with. Baby, I need your help to rob a bank."
My eyes lit up full of rage at the thought of helping him rob a bank. "Darnell, I don't know shit about robbing no damn banks," I yelled. "Who the fuck do you think I am?" I asked before his backhand threw me across the room.
I landed on the other side of the bed and began holding my jaw. The sting from his slap took my mind off the thoughts of my future when he came rushing over to me.
"Get up," he said with red eyes. I got up to stare him straight in his face, still holding on to my jaw. He grabbed both of my shoulders and guided me toward the bed where we both sat down.
"Now, first of all, you're going to lower your voice. Second, you said that there was nothing that you wouldn't do for me." I began to get scared because I had known what Darnell was capable of. The last time he and I had gotten into a fight, he'd slapped me on the face with an unopened beer can. It was only because I had wanted to go out with my friends to a party. But, of course, he declined as always.
"I do love you," I said, massaging my jaw. He picked up the rose and placed it between my fingers.
"Well, Baby, if you love me, you will do this for me. Listen, I'm tired of being broke and not being able to take you to the places that you want to go. I feel bad sometimes because I can't afford to get you the finer things in life. Baby, you deserve that. You deserve to have a man that can take care of you. That's why I need you to help me to do this." I held the rose up to my nose and took a deep sniff as a tear fell down the left side of my cheek.
"Darnell, I would do anything for you but I don't think I can rob a bank. I'm a Christian and I have morals," I explained.
"Baby, that Christian mess went out the window with this gay shit." He gritted. "If there was ever a time where I needed you, this is the time. Baby, please, I'm begging you. We need to do this for us." I held the rose to my nose again but this time I closed my eyes and took a longer sniff. "Juan, you won't have to do anything. I'll plan everything and all you have to do is be by my side and play the wifey role. I swear, Baby, I'll take care of you," he said, looking deep into my eyes.
I stared into his eyes.
"Baby, what do you need me to do?"
© 2007 by Reginald L. Hall