Homeless by Ms. Michel Moore

then pushed his body backward onto the bed. Empowered, Megan untied the string on his track pants. Practically snatching them down to his knees, she exposed his manhood.
    â€œOh my freaking God! Lonnie, it’s so big, and it’s not even hard yet! I’ve never been with a black guy before, but my friends all said yous all had big dicks.”
    Lonnie was at a loss for words. He’d messed around here and there back in the old neighborhood with a few random girls, but this female was much different. Besides the fact she was white, Megan was a grown-ass woman; one that seemed like she’d been around the block on more than one occasion. Fighting his demons, Lonnie was a nervous wreck. He’d been drinking whiskey and popping pill after pill since early noon. Sadly, no matter what tricks of the trade Megan tried, his dick wasn’t in the mood to stand at full attention. He wanted it to get hard, or so he thought. However, banging Megan or getting some head just wasn’t in the cards for him.
    After ten minutes of being in the bedroom, Lonnie and Megan emerged. With several more people gathered in Kevin’s small apartment, another one of his infamous get-high parties was in full swing. Ashamed, Lonnie ducked out without saying a word. No sooner than the door shut, he heard Megan and her friends laughing, saying he was no more than a broken dick slave. Wanting to storm back inside and slap the fire out of all three of their prejudiced mouths, he opted to just go home where he belonged in the first place.
    * * *
    A week had flown by since Lonnie had inconspicuously left Kevin’s crib. Trying his best to avoid his friend, the mentally drained teen added Megan and her homegirls to the list of females that were no more than pieces of shit. Sneaking up the back staircase, Lonnie’s luck ran out when he swung the door to his floor wide open without checking to see if the coast was clear. Unfortunately, Kevin was standing at Lonnie’s door knocking.
    â€œHey, dude, where you been?”
    â€œOh, yeah, hey, Kevin. What up, doe?”
    â€œMan, I been calling you; texting you, and down here damn near beating your door down.”
    Lonnie was ashamed he couldn’t sexually perform that evening with Megan and was still not in the mood to get dogged out behind the fact. “Look, guy, I just been trying to stay straight and focus on the books, ya know what I mean?”
    Kevin had been drinking and popping pills before puberty and already knew the side effects that could and would occur. In reality, the same thing had happened to him on more than several occasions as well as the guys who ran in his druggie crew. Not wanting to lose a friend behind Megan and her band of pill groupie freaks, he spoke out. “Look, man, we better than that; at least I thought we were. Fuck them skanks; especially Megan. She ain’t shit but a crack whore anyhow. It’s always gonna be bros before hoes!” Kevin grabbed his manhood and yanked it slightly downward. “Shiiiiiddd, my hookup wouldn’t wanna holler at her ugly ass neither. The bitch just got some huge-ass tits, that’s all!”
    Lonnie was relieved his boy had said what he had, but it still didn’t make him feel any better as a man whose dick wouldn’t get hard. “Yeah, dawg, I feel you, but—”
    Kevin cut him off midsentence with some news that would take Megan and any other chick off Lonnie’s mind. “Man, forget all that from the other night. I got a proposition for you. One that’s gonna get us more pussy and ass and props from motherfuckers than you can ever imagine. That’s why I been looking for you.”
    Lonnie was intrigued and couldn’t pretend he wasn’t. Sticking his key in the door, he unlocked it and stepped inside. After Kevin entered the apartment, he informed him of what was the opportunity of a lifetime. His father’s business partner was being temporary