"Sup, bo," the mid-thirties dark-skinned man spoke into his cell phone.
"Shit, man. Where you at," Lamar asked quickly.
"I'm over at my cuz house chillin'."
"Which one?"
"Q. What up," asked Devonte Jones.
"I got a li'l white punk over at the crib wanna get gangbanged."
"Word," he inquired with noticeable excitement
"Real talk. You got a ride?"
"Naw, my bitch got tha whip. Q get down though. Let me see if that nigga wanna get in."
"Aiight nigga. Let me know ASAP," Lamar advised.
"Hold on and I'll ask him now."
Devonte affirmed pretty quickly that his cousin was definitely in the mood to use and abuse a white boy. He and Lamar set the rendezvous at an hour away. Lamar went to the bathroom where Tyler was taking a shower. "They gon' be here in an hour," he announced.
"They," Tyler quizzed in a worried tone.
"Yeah. They. Two of 'em."
"Who are they?"
"You ask a lotta muthafuckin' questions, white boy. My boy Dee and his cousin Q."
"Are they sexy like you."
"I don't know. I ain't gay," Lamar barked.
"I'm sorry. Do you know how tall they are or what they weigh?"
"Dee a little taller than me. Built 'bout tha same. Q a short, stocky muthafucka. Ain't none of us got no problem gettin' pussy. Ya feel me?"
"Okay cool. I'll finish getting ready," Tyler acquiesced.
"You wanna beer?"
"Please," the twink begged.
Lamar grabbed a Bud Light and sat it on the bathroom counter as Tyler toweled off his slim, smooth body. He actually wanted to savor this bitch all by himself, but knew the alliance he and Dee had made during lock-up was sacred. Whenever one found a worthy faggot fuck-toy, he was obligated to invite the other for some tag team action. The rule had been invoked six times prior - only one of them by Lamar.
Tyler walked into the living room drinking his beer. Lamar studied the small framed pale skinned boy. "Yo' moms got some smell good lotions in the bedroom. Go get it and bring it so I can watch you put it on." Tyler returned with a bottle of black raspberry vanilla body cream. He squeezed a fair amount into his diminutive palm and rubbed his hands together. He bent down to lather his left leg and then his right.
Lamar sat watching on the couch. His mouth salivated. His dick stiffened. "Put some on that ass. Get that body soft," he said exhaling a stream of smoke from a Black & Mild. Lamar took a swig from his Bud Light and stood. He walked over to the nineteen year old and asked, "Want me to get your back?" Tyler shook his hand and handed over the lotion.
Lamar massaged the intoxicatingly sweet concoction into Tyler's back. "Damn, this shit smells good," he breathed. His rock hard nine inches poked Tyler as he finished the job. He whispered into Tyler's ear, "I need to fuck you now. You want this Black dick?"
Tyler purred, "Yes!"
