It was Saturday night, and I wasn't in the mood to do anything. It wasn't' the weather and it wasn't that I lacked for anything interesting to do. It was a wonderfully warm spring night, and I had plans to go dancing with some friends, including Brandon, a hot black guy I've been flirting with lately. I should have been interested; it would be fun. It always was fabulous fun to be out with these guys. But the fact was that it wasn't appealing to me tonight. I felt tired, worn, and wanted some peace. I just wanted to stay home and kick back, so I called them and canceled my part of tonight's plans.
I mixed myself a drink
and settled down on the couch in front of the TV to finally watch Squid Game. But
as the opening credits began, my mind drifted and I found myself fantasizing
about how nice it would be to relax here at home, have some drinks, smoke some
weed, get myself horny and then get a nice blow job. I opened my eyes, shrugged, and said, “Oh well, looks like it’s just me and you tonight, Netflix.
A few minutes later my
phone rang. It was Daniel, the handsome stocky Mexican guy who lived two houses
down.
When I answered he asked,
"Hey, feel like having some company?"
“Yeah, I don’t mind, stop
by if you want,” I replied.
You might be wondering
why I told Daniel it was all right to come over after cancelling my plans a few
minutes ago because I wanted to be alone. To tell the truth, as antisocial as I
was feeling, it didn't make much sense to me at the time either.
But then again, he'd helped me with those crack-crazed assholes that decided to attack me a few months ago. I’m no punk and can generally handle myself, if necessary, but your boy needed a little help fighting off not one but two crack heads. The one that approached me at first didn’t know how to take no for an answer, so I told him to fuck off. That probably wasn’t the best course of action because he flipped out and got in my face. While I’m handling my business, I see a figure out of the corner of my
