Hanging with your bestie

Do men even HAVE besties? you wondered in part as you found yourself pulling up to an apartment complex where your supposed BFF for life, Monique, lived. Monica had filled you in as the two of you got dressed, still blushing from waking up that morning with her hand resting on top of your boxers and the head of your cock just below the fabric. She had quickly attempted to move her hand away and you thought about keeping it there and telling her that it was okay, you didn't mind in the least, but figured that she needed some time to adjust to this new change you were taking your relationship in. Monica, for her part, was grateful as she slipped out of bed, ran a hand on your cheek and simply asked for a little more time before she slipped out of the bedroom and headed to the kitchen before the girls got up.

You took a very long and cool shower but as you soaped up, you had a good look at your body, including looking at the certifiable monster that hung between your legs. You had grown up with the joke that sometimes, the only reason a white man was hostile to a black man was a sense of inferiority. Darrell had been a cool, laidback type of guy, never one to brag, show off, or act in any way, shape, or form egotistical. You often heard of throwing your dick around.

Looking at the watermain pipe of a cock in front of you, your own hand feeling the weight of it, you definitely couldn't afford to throw it around. You could kill someone with it. Not only that but the size of your ballsack was easily three times larger than your prior one, and you had been on the upper end of average. You thought, only half-jokingly, that you could probably paint the side of the house with one nut. That would also explain why you had a very high libido this morning and took all of your strength not to **** Monica, though you were surprised at the confidence you had in dealing with her, a very masculine dominant sense, and now, after hopping out of the shower, you had gotten dressed, put the new cologne on, and walked out to the kitchen.

"Mornin!" you called out and your sisters smiled at you as they watched you walk over and give each a kiss on the cheek.

"Morning, baby," Monica called out as she walked over to you and gave you a warm kiss on the cheek. "Oh...I like..."

"Thought you might, noticed you didn't like the smell from yesterday."

"DJ, what you got planned today?"

You took a seat and talked it out as you munched on the toast she put in front of you. "Figured I would drop you two off and then check in on Monique before my job at the rec center." Monica told you that morning you had still a few more weeks of break before heading back to college. Monique also worked at the center, though you were a life guard while she helped out with the membership desk.

As the three of you made your way to the door, Monica leaned out. "Baby, I forgot to tell you, keep your weekend open. Your grandmother Moesha called and asked if you could come over to help her with the windows. That storm that came in took the back ones out and she needs your help putting it in."

"Sure thing, remind me tonight." You hopped into the car and your sisters took their seats in the back. A few moments after arriving in the complex, you spotted Monique coming down the stairs and she waved at you.

"Morning girls!" she called out as she slipped in the car, pausing to greet your sisters before she turned to you. "Morning, DJ!"

"Morning!" The two of you laughed a bit before you quickly made it to the high school and after dropping the two off, you pulled out of the parkway and started to head to the rec center. "How you doing, Monique?"

She slugged you in the shoulder, not too gently. "What are you talking about? I'm not the one that ended up in the hospital for 2 weeks!"

"Damn, girl, can't a guy make a mistake or two?"

She punched you again and glared at you for a moment. "What did I tell you about going biking on that path? You're lucky you got a concussion and nothing more serious!" Monique sighed and turned, looking out the window as the two of you rode in silence for a few miles. "This is your chance to get to a bigger school, DJ, we can't fuck this shit up because you take stupid risks."

You nodded as you drove. "Yeah...I know, stupid risks don't give good rewards."

"Besides, you still promised me you'd help film my BBC video series."

You blinked at that and Monique smiled again before she placed a hand on your thigh. "Say what?"

She just laughed as you parked the car at the rec center and slowly got out. "Oh, isn't that your aunt? What's her name...Rachele?"

The two of you stood there for a moment before the woman you were looking at turned and spotted you. "DJ!"

As she started to come towards you, you leaned in slightly. "Damn, thought those would stop her from running like that."

Monique rolled her eyes and hit you again.