Putting the Fun in Funeral
Hey I'm still alive!
Inspired by Chapter 11 of Reminiscence by ToxicMKT except you know A LOT more perverted.
I hope you enjoy it.
The funeral of Robert Jebediah Freeman was a very contrasting affair. On one side sat his Woodcrest peers, the weeping Dubois and the stone faced Wunclers along with all the bawling unofficial sugar babies the blonde haired and big breasted Cristal (like the champagne) stood at the head of them.
On the other side were the people he had left behind in Chicago, every single branch of the massive Freeman clan each one a new and unique strand of ignorant negro/negress. Their crying less of a form of mourning and more a way to compete about who is the saddest, seven people had already threatened to jump into Robert's casket and three actually did.
Eighteen year old Huey Freeman sat next to his sixteen year old brother staring dead on the polished mahogany casket with a dull expression, numb to everything.
This isn't how this was supposed to go, he was barely a few months out from college he was ready to be dragged to pool parties and movies and sleepovers while counting off the days until he goes to Howard to begin a new life but then Granddad died.
Yeah he was like a hundred years old but he's lived through things that would kill twenty year olds. How the hell did a cold take him out? He wasn't supposed to look so frail in that hospital bed and he sure as hell wasn't supposed to look so cold and lifeless in the casket.
He just couldn't take it. He left.
He ignored the calls of Aunt Cookie and whispers from all the distant cousins and went up to his house and his room slamming it close and locking it shut.
Shedding the way too tight suit jacket and tie from himself and kicking those ugly ass church shoes from off his feet and flopping down on his bed.
He ignored the sounds of the funeral party who had left the church entering the house, loud semi religious R music blasting on speakers and the somehow even louder laughter and conversations and inhaling of artery clogging food.
He even ignored Aunt Cookie trying to reach out to him; he just laid there trying to remind himself of his life track before the death of granddad. He'll go to Howard and then he'll go to Harvard Law School and then…
A knock at the door brought him back down to earth but the sweet voice that followed it sent him back to heaven again.
"Huey? Are you okay?"
Jazmine.
He had seen glimpses of her throughout the entire funeral unusually dressed in somber all black attire and green eyes tinged with red. He managed to tear his eyes off her every time, this is the time to mourn the death of the man who raised him for the past eight years not to stare at a pretty girl who he would probably never see again.
Huey tensed up but remained silent, maybe she would think he'd fallen asleep as unlikely as it was but Jazmine had always seen the good in him she would probably believe he was asleep instead of ignoring her.
"Huey?" She called out again, voice strained; he could almost imagine her huge eyes welling up with those crystal like tears. His chest tightened but he still stayed silent.
"I know you're probably asleep and I don't want to bother you," Huey winced guiltily,"I just wanted you to know that I'm here for you, whatever and whenever, you've always been there for me and I just hope I can be that shoulder that you can cry on-" Huey could hear her getting choked up and before he could even comprehend what he was doing he was already on his feet and walking to the door.
Whatever she was saying or planning on saying got cut off as he suddenly opened the door, his 6'3 frame towering over her own 5'3.
Jazmine stared back up at him, eyes wide and mouth slightly open.
"Jazmine."
"H-Huey?"
Taking her hand in his he, a bit rougher than he intended, pulled her into his room slamming the door close and for some reason that he didn't know he locked the door.
Turning around he saw Jazmine sitting at the very edge of the bed only slightly shell shocked. She looked like a lamb to the slaughter or dressed head to toe in black lace and a neck decorated with white pearls, a virgin sacrifice. Huey shook that unwelcome thought from his head.
"A-are you okay?"
Huey didn't say anything, he just walked back over to his bed resuming the position before getting up with his arms cushioning his head and his eyes closed.
There was a tense silence before he felt Jazmine's soft and curvaceous body lay down next to him, he tensed up as he felt her hand rest on his chest.
Her soft steady breathing tickled his neck and Huey shifted uncomfortably.
"Huey I…it's just that I've never seen you like this before and I just…well I-" she kept on trailing off and stuttering especially when Huey turned to face.
She tried to shrink away from him, cowering in a ball but he grabbed her wrists and he leaned in eyes laser focused on her face, her eyes, her nose, her lips.
She had perfect lips. They reminded him of those Bratz dolls she used to play with, full and a dusty pink color accentuated by glossy lipstick.
How was it possible that they were so full and pouty, they looked swollen from nibbling on them or…kissing
He kissed her.
It wasn't tender nor sweet nor romantic but harsh and angry, the force pushing Jazmine down on her back. A gasp escaped her lips and he used that as an opening, stuffing his tongue down her thought. It was animalistic and feverish, the sweet moans that came from Jazmine only served to excite him even more.
By the time Huey let go of her Jazmine was out of breath, caramel skin now a blushing red, ginger curls spread across the covers of his bed like a halo and those gorgeous eyes looking up into his eyes with too many emotions for him to decipher.
"...Huey?"
He moved away although only slightly
"Jazmine…I-" he was interrupted by Jazmine crashing her lips onto his flipping her body on, her rear settled naturally on his groin.
Jazmine's kiss trailed down to his neck, her bravery encouraged by Huey's ragged breathing. Her head moved lower.
Lower
Lower
And Lower until reaching her destination, her fingers nimbly unbuckling his belt.
"Jazmine…what are you doing?"
She didn't pay his question no mind instead she unzipped him pausing slightly before her slender hand slipped down his boxers.
"Shit." He grunted feeling her hand wrapped around him.
Pulling him out Jazmine looked like she was in awe, mouth agape and her eyes sparkling with delight as if his dick was her favorite ice-cream, her hands moved up in small careful strokes fingers caressing each vein.
Her bright eyes fell back onto his face and he hoped he didn't look like an absolute idiot.
"This is so cool!" She preened
"Yeah…so cool uh Jaz I don't think..ah I don't think this is a good idea."
She pouted "Why not?" Her hands still stroking sweetly, Huey noticed her nails - glossy, shiny mostly pink with a silver sheen. Those are the same nails that she had gushed over all of last month. Did she have any idea that those nails would be in this situation?
"Because if there is a god we are definitely going to hell." He finally answered.
She gave a small yet devious smile, her hands still moving slow but sensually up and down in a continuous motion that drove him crazy. He bucked his hips thrusting up to try to force Jazmine to go faster but she refused seeing him in such a vulnerable position was a rare sight. She was savoring it.
Huey felt like he was transported into an alternate universe as he watched Jazmine's smile become more innocent before planting a soft and sweet kiss on the head of his dick.
Jazmine's kiss turned even more erotic as her tongue darted out wrapping around the mushroom shaped tip and lapping at the creamy and salty substance that escaped from him.
"Jazmine…please." Huey groaned, instinctively moving his hips up to her lips.
She decided to give him some relief, her full pink lips encasing the very tip of his length in her warm mouth. Huey moaned, laying fully on his back, his large hand placed firmly on her head motioning for her to go lower and lower and lower until she couldn't go no more.
Her mouth and throat was completely stuffed only a bit above half way down his dick. At any other moment seeing Jazmine's face puckered up like a squirrel would be cute but a shameful sense of pride rose in his chest seeing her struggle trying to take in all of him.
He tenderly caressed her ginger curls
"Calm down, you'll hurt yourself." Holy shit he sounded like a douche.
She raised her head from his manhood with a sloppy sound before taking him back in slower and more careful although she had no gag reflex she still had to breathe.
Still a bit amateurish Jazmine's head bobbed up and down both hands going to work where her mouth couldn't reach and Huey's stern hand to guide her.
He was in heaven the lewd sounds of her throat getting stretched beyond their limit. Not slobbering but not too clean either, it was obvious that she had never done this before but wasn't she a natural?
A gasp escaped Huey's lips and she instinctively knew what that meant.
He was cumming and she was prepared, tongue flat and throat open she milked him eagerly. Its taste was neither pleasant nor unpleasant like slightly sweet and salty thick water, the warmth brought her some strange sense of comfort.
"Did I do a good job?" She grinned stalking back up towards him
Huey was too out of it to say anything, he just laid there stunned. Feeling her hand wrapping around him again he stood right at attention.
"Jazmine." His voice spelled warning and Jazmine smile turned coy
"What? I'm just giving you comfort in these…trying times." He should probably be mad at her using his granddad's funeral to get her rocks off but he was in too deep to even front disapproval.
Jazmine leaned forward to whisper in his ear "Want me to make you feel better?"
He raised an eyebrow "You've gotten arrogant."
Jazmine shrugged and Huey sighed. If she wanted to play they'd play.
He tugged her black gown over her head to her surprise. Condoms hadn't even come to his mind much less underwear, his hands tore through the lacy fabric with no effort and to Jazmine's amusement.
Both let out a deep and satisfied sigh as she lowered herself down onto him, his dark wine colored eyes met her own light emerald with his hands planted firmly on her bare hips she began to move.
Slowly at first before speeding up Jazmine was reminded of the first time she rode a bike, she had just gotten a hold of everything before she careened down a hill well Huey was that hill and she was feeling every. single. bump.
She hugged onto his shoulders, her face pressed against his neck biting her lips so nothing could escape from her because if someone heard her she would be absolutely mortified.
Huey on the other hand took her near silence as a challenge. At the sudden heightening speed her hands left his shoulders instead covering her mouth forcing all those lovely sounds back into her body denying him his pleasure.
His thrusts were ragged and aggressive with such deep strokes and he slipped out before he could do anything Jazmine, with her cheeks burned a dainty pink, reached her hand out to ease him back in, a sweet gasped escaped from her lips as she adjusted herself back to fit his entire length once more
They switched to missionary, her curls serving as a pillow and his hands cushioning her waist.
Jazmine's eyes traced from his face, eyes simultaneously focused and filled with lust to his hickey covered neck to his rock hard stomach to her own softer flesh.
Her eyes widened.
She could see him in her, she could see him moving in her. She couldn't tell if that telltale protrusion in her stomach was erotic or terrifying. She reached out a hand feeling the touch of her silky smooth skin comforming around his manhood.
"Oh God." She moaned, eyes misty with delicate tears.
Huey tenderly wiped her tears away with his thumb. "What's with the tears? You were talking real big just a little while ago."
She was in trouble.
He picked up speed, each thrust hammering into her stomach leaving her breathless, her hands wrapped around his neck and her legs followed suit around his waist so tight as if she was trying to fuse with him. To Huey it was her begging him to never let go of her; a silent and sensual prayer.
They came together Huey sat up with her following on his lap Jazmine's moans of pleasure muffled as Huey crashed his lips onto hers capturing hers in a passionate union.
Their state of euphoria was dispersed by the harsh knocking on the door.
"Huey! The fuck are you doing in there?!"
Riley. Shit.
Jazmine's face got even redder; she struggled to escape from Huey's lap but one arm wrapped around her in an iron grip and another covered her mouth, his eyes giving a silent command; Do not make any noise.
"Huey get your gay ass bitch ass up!"
Huey finally spoke up "Riley, stop yelling!"
"Motherfucker Aunt Cookie is looking for!"
"Fuck." Huey groaned and Jazmine's eyes widened into saucers. "Tell her to give me thirty minutes!"
"Nigga what you need thirty minutes for?!"
"Nigga!...Riley just fucking tell Aunt Cookie I'll be out in thirty minutes."
"...aight."
"Thank you! Jesus."
"Oh yeah you know where Jazzy at?"
The two looked at each other with wide eyed stares and tears actually began to well up in Jazmine's eyes.
"Why are you asking me?" He questioned trying to emulate his normal monotone voice.
"Tom is looking all over for her."
"I don't know I'm not her keeper."
"...alright."
Hearing Riley's footsteps moving away from the door Jazmine left his lap easing her thoroughly made love to body away from Huey. Ignoring the shaking of her legs and soreness of her lower region to find her clothes. Her dress was easily found all intact but her panties were not so lucky.
She almost cried looking at the tattered pieces of lacy green fabric. They were so expensive and they matched her bra, she glared at Huey who was busy buttoning up his shirt, her anger not even diminishing at how you could grate cheese off his stomach.
"You dick!"
He looked up, stunned. "...what?"
"Look at what you did!" She raised her hand filled with the evidence
"...oh." he had the decency to look a little bit sheepish
"Oh?!"
"I was… really in the moment."
"What am I supposed to do?!"
"Pray that there isn't a gust of wind?"
Jazmine's face soured, like she was sucking (ha!) on a lemon "Get out."
"This is my room."
"Get the fuck out!" She shrieked picking up a book from off the floor at throwing it point blank at his head
"Jesus Christ." He managed to dodge out of the room, closing the door just in time for the rather heavy book to land with thud.
"Shit."
He tried to straighten up a little bit before going down into the jungle. Bodies upon bodies of ghetto cousins he barely talks to coming up to hug him, yell condolences or ask him if he got an inheritance.
It took all of five minutes before Huey found himself rushing out the door onto the back patio.
Riley looked up like a deer in highlights before swiftly hiding the very obvious joint behind his back.
"I'm not gonna do anything to you Riley."
Riley eyed him suspiciously before shrugging, leaning on a wall and taking a long experienced drag, gray smoke pooling from his nose leaving Huey to his thoughts.
What would he and Jazmine be now? They'd have to date…right? Or would she even want to date him, gloomy and pessimistic Huey Freeman.
And anyway it could be just a one time thing she went up there to console him right? Maybe that's just how she choose to console him…wait, is that how she consoles niggas? How many said niggas has she consoled in their time of need? Did she console Riley too?
Huey glanced over to his brother and his eyes narrowed
As if feeling his brother's death glare and met his gaze with a raised eyebrow.
Huey sighed, shoving his hands in the pockets of his dress pants, he was being ridiculous. This was all so fucking ridiculous.
"...you knew that Jazmine was in there with me right?" Huey broke the silence between them.
Riley snorted "Yep."
"Why didn't you say anything?"
"Because you'll never live this shit down. Huey Freeman the nigga that fucks bitches at his granddad's funeral, nigga you are going to hell if you ever step a single foot in a church you'll just fucking disintegrate."
"Fuck you Riley." Huey laughed.
"Yeah yeah." The two walked back into the Freeman home. "How good was she?"
First One Shot and first sex scene ever written on this account. I know its still very clumsy but practice makes perfect.
I got like fifteen Boondock fanfic plots swirling all around my mind and hopefully I can get them all out on text.
Also I didn't know which word to describe Huey's dick so the switching might be a little weird so sorry for that.
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PS I am so sorry this was supposed to be uploaded days ago but the document manager of the site refused to work so I'm using the app now. Some of you probably didn't know we had a app but if it works it works.