Down-low, bi-curious thug, Delontae "Smutt" Williams, has had curious thoughts about sexual activities with the same sex for quite a while. He comes across someone he wants to experiment with. His sights are set on a dude that is masculine with a f...
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June 22, 1999
Houston, TX
Delontae "Smutt" Williams
"Yeah baby I'm on my way nih," I tell my gal Boo on my Primeco. I called her after receiving a beep from her on my pager. We have been together for about three and a half years and got a two (almost three) year old son together- my junior. She's held a nigga down through thick and thin so far. Ain't really nothing too crazy has happened, but the little that did she's been realer than some.
"Okay, I'm not tryna nag you or anything I jus' wanna make sure you here on time fa' my cousins welcome home party." Shit how could I forget? Yo ass been plannin' and talkin' about it since you found out he gettin' released. I thought to myself. They grew up sort of like siblings being mostly raised by their grandparents. Their mothers are twins, and wanted to have "nigga twins" and get pregnant at the same time when they were teenagers. He was born two months before she was and they are both the only kids of their mothers. I never met the nigga since she said that he got locked up when they were like seventeen on an aggravated robbery charge. The system ain't no joke, nigga went in a kid basically and coming out overgrown.
"I know boo, I ain't trippin' and I ain't forget eitha. I'll be there in time."
"Okay baby, I'll see you whenever you get here. Love you."
"Love you too baby." I then hung up. "say bruh, we finna have ta' wrap this shit up," I tell my homie Weasel.
"Yeah I know nigga, I heard you sweet dickin' on the phone. Ol cake face in the oven ass nigga." He jokes, messing with me.
"Fuck you nigga" I tell him laughing. "You coming wit' me to this welcome home party she throwin' fa' ha' cousin though?"
"You already know pahtna. I'm still tryna get with KiKi lil fine ass."
"Mane you know KiKi don't wantcho ass. You been tryin' fa' years and ain't een smell the pussy yet." I laugh at the straight face he gave me. "It's aight though pahtna, we'll find you a lil broad. They got plenty friends." I tell him patting his back while standing up.
"I ain't get nowhere wit' ha' yet 'cause Ericka irkin' ass stay throwin' salt in a nigga game." He says frowning slightly.
"Quit cappin'! Yo' ass ain't got no game." I tell him shrugging my shoulders. I proceed to start putting all this shit up. We cooked up a few bricks, now we just have to bag them up either tonight or tomorrow.
"Mane you done heard her ass tell me some 'stay away from my friend witcho hoe ass Wendell'" he says in his best attempt to mock my gals voice making me laugh. "or tell KiKi shit like I'm a hoe. Quit cappin'."
"Like I said mark ass nigga," I pause for dramatic effect, "you ain't got no game. Whether a motha'fucka' throw salt or not, I can still bag me a bitch, with a bitch. Real playa's get chose my nigga." I'm smirking at him halfway joking, but he knows what it is, she ain't choosing him.
