The thing I neglected to tell that mother fucker was that there was one other thing I done always keep with me besides

condoms

. Dudes would clown me for carrying this around in my pocket, but the ladies love it. They love to get smacked from behind with a man wearing a mask. I mean why not? I love getting a girl with a mask to look back at me as she rides my dick.

I got it at a party store two years ago. How many hoes had I fucked wearing this shit? And the whole time I had never washed it. I put it on while running up to this young buck's house. I thought I smelled pussy on the mask, but now was no time to get a hard-on. I could get some pussy later downtown. For now, I had to keep my dick soft so that I could challenge this kid to ball.

After hopping over a bush I was noticed immediately by three kids who seemed to be doing their own thing. Enjoying a

cigarette

in the outskirts of the party. Had no issues with these kids so I just waved a hello at them and then ran towards the pool. I saw some cuties looking at me with gasps in their faces. I know they too young and I wouldn't do nothing with them, but still, my dick felt a bit pumped from seeing them faces like that. I made sure that the mask was still firmly on my face.

That's when I saw Germany, acting like a drunk ass white boy, which that was exactly what he was. I chuckled a bit thinking about this until the noise of the crowd.. the pressure of the eyes and the approaching bodies let me imagine no more.

"Who the hell are you supposed to be? Black Zoro?" the mother fucker Wes said.

"Na. I'm Robin. I'm here to get that jersey back to the rightful owner."

At the corner of my eye I saw Grover flush red and dip his head. Then I quickly added.

"Me mother fucker. Johnny Rocket is my cousin don't you know? And I'm damn well gonna get that back to the fam."

"You're like four foot tall dude. How can you be cousins with Timberland?"

"Short hipsta but my dick tall." I looked around and then realized that I was surrounded by a bunch of minors. Not even the kind who were almost 18. These were literally 15 and 16 year olds. Not good. "How about we play one on one for it?"

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Wesley Lachance turned only his neck to look over at his private basketball court. Then his face returned and the shining blue off the lit pool cast rippling shadows onto his face. He grinned with a nod. "You got it."

"Kay, then let's do this!" Marquis said.

"But... if you lose. Then we need to get something from you?"

"Well I ain't going to lose, so name whatever it is you want. It's time us superheroes teach you villains a lesson!"