One For The Team (Happy Holidays Shorts)

by Aria Daze

Dedicated to all my queer readers. I love y'all to the moon and back. And to good girls who love bad books.

I pretend to be ok, but deep down I want a group of oiled up black and brown men to run a train on me.

My parents and grandparents have been married over 60 years combined, and here I am thinking about taking two dicks at once. Or three. Or four. Five would be a bit excessive though.

“We'll talk about this when you get off,” he said, withholding the ire in his tone. “No we won't,” I scoffed. “Start packing your shit. I'm taking you off the lease Monday.”

My daddy would call him a buster, but I’m not that well-mannered. He was a bitch in my eyes.

“I just broke up with my boyfriend.” HALLELUJAH! How often is God good? You better answer all the time! I prayed for that niggas downfall everyday and I almost broke into a full praise dance hearing that it had finally happened. Won't he do it!

Friends? No. I didn't want to suck a fart out of my friend's asshole.

But I was serious. If Chrissy was leaving with anyone tonight, I wanted it to be me. I was David Ruffin, and these niggas were The Temptations.

I stood there watching their taut, muscular bodies ripple underneath their sweatpants and thermals for at least two minutes before I realized they were staring back and smiling. If only they knew what I was thinking. ALL ABOARD!

You know when you read romance novels and the FMC always plays cute and humble and refuses to spend any of the MMC’s money? Yeah, I hated that shit. They were offering and I was partaking. My budget didn’t speak humble. The only thing I wanted out of the mud was potatoes.

“The only choosing you're doing tonight is picking what position you wanna be fucked in, Mamas. We're down for whatever you wanna do,”

“You wanna share?” I gulped. “We already share a house, bills, and a profession,” Ox laughed. “We like each other enough to share a lover as wonderful as you.”

“How does what work?” Thaxton gruffed. “Sex,” I mumbled in a small voice. “Sex between the four of us.” “Easy,” Blessing laughed. “Ox is heteroflexible. He doesn’t do penetration, but he does enjoy frotting and sucking. I’m a bi verse and Thaxton’s a pan top. We all get tested once a month and we’re clean. We got the paperwork to prove it. So you got plenty of options for tonight. Rubbers, Raw, on the hood of the Escalade. Whatever you want to do, we can do it.”

“Money may not make a man, but yours should definitely have some,” Thaxton chuckled.

Being fat never bothered me, but I knew there was a strong possibility I’d spend my days only being able to be lifted up in prayer.

What a perfect lil whore. Our perfect little whore.

The world could probably heal if we all just fucked a little more.