Poison, pt. 2

"I'm pregnant"

I almost dropped the phone. How could she be pregnant? She had to be lying...she couldn't be pregnant. And if she was, there's no way that the baby is mine. I told her I would call her back later that evening. I was at work and had too much to deal with. I called my boy Ronnie.

"Yo"

"Bro...she's pregnant."

"What? Who?"

"Roxanne!"

"Didn't you wrap it up? What were you thinking???"

"Hell yeah! I aint stupid!"

He got quiet

"You still there?"

"Aww man that's a sneaky bitch...a sneaky bitch"

"What the fuck are you talking about?"

"You never heard about the turkey baster trick?" he asked.

I heard about it, but I didn't think it was true. He told me about the scheme and I got ANGRY.

"Calm down bro...she might be a hoe. She might be sleeping around. It's probably not yours." he tried to console me

"You know what, you're right." I hung up the phone and we agreed to meet up at my house later to watch the game. I couldn't believe this! I definitely wasn't ready for kids. That's a huge responsibility. Roxanne must have had something up her sleeve. It seemed like she was eyeing me at Ronnie's party...like she was hunting me. I pushed the thought out of my head and assumed that this was a coincidence. I was definitely gonna take a paternity test when the baby was born. I wasn't about to be stuck taking care of somebody else's snotty nosed kid for 18 years, BELIEVE THAT!

Later that night Ronnie knocked on my door. It was time for GAME NIGHT.

"I hope you don't mind...I brought a friend"

"Nah it's cool."

Ronnie's friend was a 6'1 college basketball star named Quinton. We went into the entertainment room and I brought everyone drinks. Ronnie and I had CORONA'S and Troy drank vodka/redbull. We started getting into the game, yelling at the refs calls, and cursing our team when they fucked up.

As I drank my third corona, I thought deeply about my current situation. I thought about the bitch named Roxanne. I thought about how she was a lying, conniving, deceitful woman. I thought about how all the women in my life were the same way. My mother didn't care about me and all of the women that I came into contact with were gold diggers. I thought Roxanne was different. She seemed like a LADY. But obviously I was wrong. It was apparent that I couldn't trust women.

I started on my fourth corona and I could definitely feel the effects of the alcohol. The room became blurry and the light was starting to hurt my eyes. I got up and turned it off.

"What the fuck you doin bro?" Ronnie asked.

"Fuck you!" I laughed as I threw a pillow at him. The alcohol was definitely getting to me. I was getting horny...an unwanted effect of the liquor. As halftime approached, I laid across the couch and closed my eyes, hoping this rock hard monster would go away.

I cracked my eyes when I felt something warm and wet sliding on my dick.

"Roxanne?"

When I fully opened my eyes I saw Quinton bobbing his head up and down and Ronnie was behind him with his tongue in his ass. What was this? Was I being set up? At that moment I didn't care. I laid back and enjoyed the pleasure I was receiving from Quinton. He was a pro...bobbing and slurping. Ronnie and I messed around ONCE in college, but that was it. I left men alone after that and I never had a desire to try it again, but Quinton was definitely hitting that SPOT. I saw Ronnie pull out a condom, lube ol boy up, and go to WORK! He was tearing it up from the back while he slurped on my dick. After about ten minutes of constant pounding, Ronnie came all over Quinton's back and ass. I decided I wanted a piece, so I pulled out of his mouth, got behind him, and beat it up until I exploded. I passed out on the couch as the third quarter of the game started.