Chief Thunder.
One of my boys I've known since we were toddlers together was my roommate for the majority of '98. About a month in he asked if this other cat Mel could crash with us and I was like "Yeah" 'cause he's the homie from waaaay back. I got the nickname from both of then niggas 'cause when chicks would fall through for me I had 'em screamin at the top of their lungs and the bed would be bangin up against the wall loud as shit. I was in the room when my boy spoke to moms about how everything was going and heard her say on the phone "Y'all ain't actin up too bad over there, you know Koncept is a quiet person..." "Momma nawl... Koncept loud as hell, that's Chief Thunder over there... He be having different chicks over almost every night and that's when the thunder start..."
A coupla weeks later his momma drove down on a Saturday afternoon unannounced. I had a chick over banging away on the pussy, tearin' that shit up, broad screamin like she gettin beat down. Dude momma actually came bangin on my bedroom door like the police and when I cracked it like "Yo whaddup?" She was like "KONCEPT!!! WHAT THE HELL YOU DOIN TO THAT WOMAN IN THERE???!!!" She pushed her way into the room, ole girl sippin a glass of water, both of us ass naked with his momma trying to make sure she was ok. I'm trying to cover up and she was like "Nigga please... I used to change yo diaper, you ain't got shit I ain't seen". After she calmed down and was convinced I wasn't beating the shit outta ole girl, she left my room and I could hear her out in the living room talmbout "I see why y'all call him Chief Thunder" and laughing about it.
Needless to say the sex was over with after that. About an hour later my moms called me up 'cause dude's momma called her and told her what was up. Now I got my moms in my ear about relationships and sex should be reserved for two people that love one another and the Bible says blah, blah, blah...
