A Hustler's Journey to Finally Making Love

B. River

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A Hustler's journey is not your average thug tale or love story. It is an amalgamation of both. It is loosely based on the life of David, a Bronx born native, from adolescence to adulthood. In the mid 80’s at the start of the crack era, David’s family traveled south to visit his relatives, and brought his childhood friend Chris. While out there David was mesmerized in the difference of the drug game compared to New York. They decided to go back and capitalize off the price difference.
Within their travels back and forth on the interstate, he became highly successful. He was able to obtain flashy cars and jewelry. David had altercations out of town that he dealt with conscientiously, that propelled his status even more. He was looked at as a ghetto celebrity. His notoriety made him irresistible to women. His success fed his ego. With that ego he developed a cavalier and cocky attitude. He was able to engage with women sexually at his leisure, escalating to freakish and dominating escapades.
David finds out later as he's evolving into a man that, that lifestyle may have altered his love life. He has to reflect on his past relationships and focus on present relationships to help with his journey to finally making love.

Sujets

• Biography
• Autobiography

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• Publié par: Xlibris US
• Date de parution: 13 avril 2023
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781669869269
• Langue: English

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A HUSTLER’S JOURNEY TO FINALLY MAKING LOVE
 

 
 
 
 
 
B. RIVER
 
 
Copyright © 2023 by B. River.

Library of Congress Control Number:
2023904048
ISBN:
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978-1-6698-6927-6

Softcover
978-1-6698-6925-2

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978-1-6698-6926-9
 
 
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Rev. date: 04/13/2023
 
 
 
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CONTENTS
Acknowledgments
First Time
Not Knowing
Hustling
Blowing Up
Respect
Step Up
Attitude
Sheila
DC Tammy
Cars and Cook Up
Harlem Run
Up Top Back and Fought
Bedroom Bully
Incarceration
Charlotte
Jennifer
Finally
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
T amara F., Sharon K., Kai B., Nykijah B., Misha, Francis P., and to everyone who supported me with this project, Thank you.
FIRST TIME

H ave you ever heard the saying, “Young, dumb, and full of cum.” Let me tell you: it is true. Growing up in the Bronx, inside of the housing projects, I can say I had a pretty decent childhood. In my family,there are my two brothers, me the youngest, and my single mom. Times were hard early on, but it was fun. I always wished I had a sister, just to have another female personality around to offset three boys’ testosterone would have been nice. And she could have answered some of my questions to help me with girls socially.
Growing up, I had friends who had sisters. They didn’t get along at that age, but whenever she had a problem with a guy, they would not hesitate to help her every need. And I guess I wanted someone to protect also. But as I got older, I know having one would have helped me communicate and be more sensitive to females. I remember a girlfriend of mine named Monifah. She told me how she and her brother would talk and exchange information about the opposite sex. He would tell her about a dude’s game and how to satisfy them. She would tell him how to please a woman sexually and what they were looking for in a man, and I admired that because I never had that information. Of course, I would ask women, did you like that or am I doing it right? and things of that nature. Occasionally, I ask a female friend what and how can I please a woman. They would tell me little stuff, but at that time, I didn’t want to reach, too much. You don’t want to look totally lost. They might gossip, and you don’t want girls to think you suck in bed, and hey, you might want to fuck the girl your asking. But the questions were basic and the answers were short. When you have a sibling you can talk to, you know they’re going to keep it real. They have nothing to lose or gain, and it’s family that’s the best.
I guess having a sister would have made it easier. My first experience was with a girl named Myra. It was our last year in middle school. She was a year older than me with a little more experience. I remember we planned to hook up/hang out after school. Myra and I, at that point, have been together for about two months. It wasn’t exactly spoken about, but this was the sex date. It was planned the day before by Myra and her friend Angela. She told me Angela’s mother would be away, and she had the house to herself. So the next day, in school, I was nervous and thinking to myself, I hope I do well, not knowing what the hell I was supposed to do. At the end of the eighth period, we met in the hallway by the lockers. Myra says to me, “You ready? Angela waiting for us.”
I said, “Okay. Let’s go.”
My brother Sam was outside the school. He didn’t go to the school, but he hung out around it. I saw him when we were leaving and asked him to come with us. He knew Angela and Myra from previous introductions, so he came with us.
When we got to the house Myra and I went into the bedroom. Sam and Angela stayed in the living room. As I entered the room, I remember clearly I was like, Oh shit! It’s about to go down. I must have been contemplating really hard and had a dazed look on my face. I remember Myra asking me, “You okay?”
I said, “Yeah, yeah,” and shook that feeling off real quick.
She sat on the bed. I know now that she was waiting for me to make my move. I walked over to a rap magazine that was on the dresser and started talking about that, making small talk. That’s when Myra stood up and started untangling her belt. She looked at me and said, “So what’s up?”
I played it off like I knew what I was doing and said, “What’s up!”
I started to take my pants off. She pulled her pants down and laid on the bed. Afterward, I pulled my pants down and sat on the bed. I remember looking at her for about a minute, thinking to myself, Oh shit! Then I gently laid on top of her.
My penis was hard as a rock, and I tried to stick it in her vagina. After about three minutes of her saying that’s not it and directing me, I finally got it. After about five minutes of humping her, I pulled out and laid next to her on the bed. She asked me, “Did you cum?”
I looked under the cover at my penis and said yes, but I did not know what she was talking about. I had no idea. Sex to me before this was rubbing on girls, dry humping in the schoolyard or in my building. I started grabbing my clothes to get dressed, and I remember her looking at me kind of weird like, “He doesn’t know what the hell he’s doing.” So we got dressed. I started walking toward the bedroom door.
As I opened the door, Angela and my brother damn near fell on the floor. Their nosey asses were listening. After that day, Myra and I had more sex episodes, and my skills got better for that moment, but nowhere near what they should be. That I know now.
NOT KNOWING

A fter my first time, you couldn’t tell me anything. I thought I was the shit. Now knowing I didn’t know what the hell I was doing, I give a lot of gratitude to Myra for not only taking my virginity but for dealing with my unorthodox and awful way of making love. Even though she was one year older than me, I know she had way better.
So Myra and I went on for about a year. By school break, we had broken up. In high school, I was with Keisha. Keisha was my age but still more knowledgeable about sex than me. Keisha was the one I credited for teaching me to squeeze inside when humping. Before her, I was fucking like a rabbit, in and out, real fast. After about three or four times having sex with Keisha, she said to me, “Whoa! Will you slow the fuck down!” She said, “Listen. When you press against me, squeeze your penis inside, so I can feel it. Then she showed me by grabbing my butt. As I pushed in, she held it for about two seconds and let go. Then in a sexy, satisfied tone, she said, “Yeah. Like that. Keep that motion going just like that.”
Hey, it was something new, and it felt good. I remember feeling the deepest of her warm vagina; it was a feeling I never felt before. The problem I had with that was it felt so good that I came fast. And that started my cumming too fast episode, which lasted about twelve years, but I didn’t know it was a problem; and the truth is, I didn’t care, as you will read.
So Keisha and I rocked out for about a year, sneaking in the stairwells, doing it on the roofs of the neighborhood buildings. Wherever we could get it in, we did. We were young, and we would do it anywhere and often.
Keisha transferred to a different high school. So we decided to leave on good terms, knowing it would be difficult to continue. That was the summer of ’85.
That summer of ’85, my mother was planning a trip to Maryland to visit my aunt Kathy and my cousins. We usually go down there every summer. That year, I asked my mother if I could bring my friend Chris. Chris and I have been friends since Head Start. We lived on the same floor, and I consider him my best friend.
My mother agreed that he could come. So, one day, in the first week of July of that summer, we woke up and early grabbed our bags. My mother made some sandwiches, and we were out.
As my family was waiting for the elevator, I ran down the hall and got Chris. He was ready, but he looked tired; he wasn’t used to the four in the morning wakeup to beat the traffic flow. On our way to Maryland, we made more stops than normal because Chris got car sick. He was one of those guys from the projects who never went anywhere so a four-hour car ride didn’t agree with him.
When we got to Maryland, my aunt and four cousins greeted us at the car and they asked, “Who’s your friend?” I introduced them.
After we got settled and unwound from the ride, I took Chris outside to see my Maryland friends. I had a few friends who I hung out with and who were expecting me ever summer. Their names were Monkey and Troy. Cool kids. I have known them since we were kids.
The first thing Chris noticed was their accents and told me right in front of them, “Yo! They sound funny.”
And they said, “No, y’all sound funny.” They said we sound proper, and we thought they sound country.
We started kicking it. They asked me how I’ve been, what’s up with Ne