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Professor Francesco Morosini assumed the new students’ murmuring behind his back were making comments about his figure. The air conditioning had broken over the summer holidays, and the fabric of his collared shirt clung to his back muscles, drenched in sweat from the unusually hot September weather. Every year, new students needed some sort of adjustment period to being in his class: the girls would swoon, the edgier ones would wear tighter tops; the boys would marvel, the jocks would switch from their current sport to join his extracurricular weight-training club.

He sighed while scratching out semester goals on the chalk board, preparing a small speech in his head about the need to behave in class. When Mr. Morosini turned around, his saw that it wasn’t just his back, glutes, arms, chest, or his scruffy looks that were the cause of distraction. The female students tittered, and the male students muttered jokes, at their classmate Todd. Some boys gave him a thumbs-up, evoking laughter from the other young men. 

Todd shifted in his seat, trying to conceal a fierce and large erection, leaning over his paper and pretending to take notes, covering his eyes with his copper hair. He was unable to pay attention to Mr. Morosini’s lecture; the students created a constant, dull hum of disturbance. His embarrassment was apparent, and it egged on his peers for more taunting.

Mr. Morosini sighed and set down the chalk stick with a loud clack. Even his most attentive students had been swept up in the distraction which Todd had unwillingly created. “Grace!” he called to the homely, bespectacled student in the front row. 

“Yes, yes sir!” she shrieked, surprised and pressing her legs together to hide her spreading saturation. 

“Step up to the lectern — yes, Grace, walk over here, you’re not the only one of your classmates with a … ‘physical distraction’ — and read to the class from page two-o-eight in my book there. There are some notes in red ink, with the answers in blue; quiz the class while I take care of Todd’s ‘distraction.’ And write down the names of anyone misbehaving while I’m away!” Mr. Morosini added, scanning the desks with his brow furrowed. “I will not come back to this room and find any horseplay of any kind.” He faced the copper-haired student. “Todd! Come with me. Don’t worry about covering it with your backpack; they’ve all seen it for the last ten minutes.”

Todd’s face shifted from pink to red as he followed Mr. Morosini. The male students hooted and clapped, the female ones giggled and whispered. Todd’s friend Jake tried to encourage him with smile, Leslie the chess queen licked her lips, and Royal the track captain pumped his fist in the air at the sight of Todd’s boner stretching out his jeans.

“Hurry it up, Todd, we’ve already wasted enough class time.” Mr. Morosini led his pupil out through the classroom door and down the hall. 

“I-I’m really sorry, Mr. Morosini. I wanted to, like, make it go away earlier, but I overslept and had to run to class. I didn’t even have time to eat or shower. I’m so sorry!”

“I can smell you didn’t shower, Todd. And I can smell you had dreams that aroused you all night. You reek of pheromones.”

Todd looked like he was about to vomit or cry from nerves. His skin burned as he looked up at the handsome face with olive-green eyes.

“It’s not a crime, Todd; don’t look at me like that — but I care very much about my classroom quality. So, we need to be able to focus. Mr. Reynolds!” he added, addressing the elderly janitor.

“Yeah?” 

“Do you have a bottle of the lotion you put in the lady teachers’ lounge?”

“Ah, yes, Franky — here! Did they run out?”

“No, no. Just need to take care of this one; he’s distracting my class.”

“Well, well, kid’s got a python for a trouser pounder!”

Todd hunched his shoulders and looked down at Mr. Morosini’s polished leather shoes. 

“Don’t encourage him. Please put the ‘closed’ sign in front of the young men’s restroom door, Mr. Reynolds.”

Inside the restroom, Mr. Morosini grabbed Todd by the waist, lifted him up, and set him on the counter. Todd gasped in surprised, seeing how easy it was for those tan-bronze hands to manipulate his body.

“This is the only time I will ever break class for a matter like this, do you understand?”

“What are you —”

“We’re going to make this erection go away,” Mr. Morosini said, brushing back some dark, heavy curls from his forehead. “Don’t try to resist, and don’t even think of trying to enjoy this,” he said, undoing his wrist and forearm buttons, rolling up his sleeve past his elbow. The fabric stretched at his thick biceps and triceps, and the forearms showed tanned skin and dark hair like a wolf’s, just like on his wide chest once the tie and buttons there were loose. 

Todd looked at the two mounded pectorals, noticing the depth of the ravine between them, and how rugged and scruffy his teacher appeared despite the tailored shirts, trousers, and shoes he always wore. He couldn’t imagine his teacher ever being out of control and wild — his face, hair, and nails were always groomed like a model on a men’s fashion magazine — but Todd felt his own dick leaking more precum at thought of Mr. Morosini fucking his classmates, one by one. 

“Did you hear me, Todd?”
“Oh, sorry! Sir, I… sorry!”

Mr. Morosini sighed again. He pinched Todd’s belt buckle with his thick hands and unclasped the metal, then unbuttoned and unzipped his student’s trousers. “You clearly aren’t paying attention at all. I see from your grades last year that you’re a good student, but I also know that eventually our bodies get to this point where they take over.” He pulled at Todd’s boxers, with some difficulty; they were tight from the pressing cock shaft, and difficult to remove. In frustration, he simply ripped the underwear open. Todd’s erection sprung free and splattered precum on Mr. Morosini’s tailored shirt.

“Oh god, I’m sorry! I’m so sorry, Mr. Morosini!”

“It’s fine, Todd. Just… here, let’s hurry.” Mr. Morosini pumped some of the thick lotion into his hand and began smearing it onto Todd’s shaft. Todd gasped, tilting his head back against the counter mirror. His legs hung off the edge, and Mr. Morosini stood just to the side, pumping so his student’s cock faced the tiled floor. “Todd, if you can’t focus or keep from distracting your classmates, you need to routinely drain yourself — twice before bed, twice in the morning before you come to class. I had to do the same thing when I was your age.” He put more lotion in his second hand and gripped Todd, whose panting became gentle whining. “I can feel you fighting it. Stop that. Just let it happen, Todd.”

“Yes, Mr. — ah, I’m — ahhh!!” Todd groaned, and his cock spasmed in Mr. Morosini’s double-grip. His shaft slopped out several ropes of heavy cream that landed on the tile floor with dense, echoing plops. Todd slumped forward and put his head on his teacher’s shoulder, breathing in deep to recover, smelling his teacher’s cologne and musk. 

Mr. Morosini gently, firmly pushed him back. “None of that, Todd. I’m not your boyfriend.”

“I’m… I’m not gay!”

“It’s not my business what my students like or don’t like, as long as it’s not me. … I see you’re still erect. It’s… impressive, but it will be more distracting if you return to class with a full erection.” Mr. Morosini looked at his Swiss watch. “Okay, next round. Hurry. Think of something you like, Todd; we don’t have all day.” He applied more lotion to Todd’s cock and began twisting gently, stroking with both hands down to the base and up to the top. 

Todd tried to think of Leslie’s tits flopping while Royal fucked her (the rumor was that they’d been dating and screwing nonstop all summer before Leslie dumped him for the handsome twins at Greendale); however, his eyes scanned the Roman arms of his instructor, then lifted up to the face which stared downwards, focused on the task. Todd couldn’t tell if he wanted to be like Mr. Morosini, or to kiss him, or to be physically punished by him. He then thought of his teacher slamming Leslie until her tits and curls were flopping lewdly over the desk while the class watched, before skullfucking Royal until he choked on their instructor’s cum. 

“Sir, I’m — oh, please please — I want— nnyahh!” Todd exploded. Cum ropes thwacked the mirror behind him, splattered on the floor, and doused Mr. Morosini’s exposed arm. The thick cream soaked the teacher’s forearm fur. 

Mr. Morosini grunted in frustration, looking at the protein mess on his arm. He then turned his olive-green eyes onto Todd. “Todd, this is not a great start to your year. I was hoping for once I could get a semester without some … student ‘indiscretions,’ but this interruption is one of the worst I’ve experienced.”

“I’m really sorry, I’ll try, I’ll try hard to make you proud.”

“Make me proud? You need to do it for yourself, for your future career. It doesn’t matter what I think.”

Todd bit his lip. He could smell the sweat of his teacher. He looked at the jiggling muscles of his teacher’s chest, the dark nipples poking through the silk blend, the sweat under his arms, the way his manly fingers squished around his ginger cock — and immediately Todd imagined Mr. Morosini home from work, and the gym, pumping his own shaft.
What sort of porn did he watch? What sort of people did he fuck in real life? Todd couldn’t imagine Mr. Morosini truly satisfied with anyone less beautiful than the teacher himself, so he imagined Mr. Morosini jerking in front of the mirror, shirt off and thrown on the floor, dress pants unzipped, stroking his cock until he doused the mirror with heavy, horse-like ropes of Italian cum. 

Todd’s balls tightened, hard and high. His insides felt like they were about to melt and explode out his cock slit. 

“Good, Todd, let it out, so we can get back —”

“I love you, sir!!” Todd shouted, as his balls juiced themselves in a heavy, rolling flood of goop. The ejaculation didn’t shoot as far as the previous two, but the volume was fuller and the texture thicker. It painted his cock with slime, and filled Mr. Morosini’s hands until they overflowed with goopy seed. 

The teacher stared at the cock as it softened at last, and Todd felt his own face glow hotly and his stomach turn nauseous from nerves. “I don’t know why I said that.”

Silently, his teacher walked to trash can, dumped the palmfuls of cum in the wastebasket, and began washing his hands and forearm in the sink, having to use heaps of soap to break up the thick cum on his skin. 

“Go back to class,” he said at last, without expression.

Todd didn’t bother wiping his cock. He simply pulled his jeans back over his softened member and dashed back to the classroom. 

“Mr Reynolds!” he heard his teacher call down the hall, “I’m sorry, but I’ll need you to mop in here. And bring some heavy soap and bleach.”

When Todd opened the classroom door and hurried to his seat, he saw Grace still dutifully reading. The room, with its opened windows, smelled less of horny young pheromones, and the students were behaving almost normally — excepting Leslie, who was kissing in the back with some girl in a ponytail, making Royal both furious and horny. All eyes turned on Todd, though, as he swiftly sat down at his desk.

The seconds until Mr. Morosini’s return dragged, and he felt the entire class burrow into him and the teacher with curious stares.

“Thank you, Grace, please take a seat. Everyone, turn to page………” Mr. Morosini continued, as if he had merely let Grace read aloud for a few moments.

The class focused at last, and Todd, eager more than ever to make the best grades possible, quietly and surreptitiously carved a heart into the wood desk with “Todd Morosini” in its middle. 

For the avoidance of doubt: All characters in this story, as well as the story itself, are entirely fictional. All fictional characters are of legal age. The content on this page is available for adults only. The text contains a detailed description describing the sexual relationship of two or more men. If you think this is inappropriate, please leave the page. 

P.S. English is not my native language. Sorry for possible inaccuracies. I will be glad to receive feedback 🙂

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In the frame was a young fair-haired guy, trembling all over. He was wearing a light blue T-shirt and red shorts. His eyes were large and round with fear. He was sitting on the edge of a large bed, in a state of some kind of stupor, and already guessed what would happen to him now.

In the general plan, it was clear that next to the guy on the floor were two tall men. Both were wearing black masks with slits for the eyes, like bandits. They were wearing white terry robes.

One of the men untied his belt and took off his robe. The guy saw his strong physique and strong dick, which was terribly huge. The man approached the guy and in one motion lowered him to his knees in front of him.

“Open your mouth“. He commanded in a commanding low voice.

“Please, don’t… Let me go!“. The guy said already in tears, trying to get to his feet.

The man didn’t let him do it.

“Open your mouth, bitch“. The man repeated the order through his teeth and, taking the guy by the back of his head, directed the guy’s face to his groin.

The guy squeezed his mouth and groaned, and his nose buried in the man’s hairy pubis, he tried to escape, push the man away.

At this time, the second man also freed himself from the dressing gown and stood up in such a way that the unfortunate bottom was sandwiched between his legs. The second man pinched the guy’s nose, and he, twisting his head and trying to escape, nevertheless opened his mouth from lack of air and took a deep, sharp breath.

The camera zoomed in on the boy’s face. At that moment, the big head of the first man’s cock half entered the guy’s parted mouth. The second man freed the guy’s nose, and it was seen how he inhales the air with his nose, while the guy had a dick in his mouth.

“Open your mouth wider,” the man ordered and took the guy by the chin.

From the sounds it was clear that the man’s huge dick was already entering the guy’s throat. The whole chin of the guy was in saliva.

The men switched places, and now the guy was taking a member of the second man in his mouth. He sometimes took out his long piston and tapped his dick on the cheeks of an unhappy guy. Then he made the guy lick his balls.

One of the men deftly picked up the guy and put him on the bed. He tore his T-shirt off, with its shreds he wiped the guy’s chin from saliva and with a sharp movement took off his shorts. The second thug climbed onto the bed, stood over the guy and spread the boy’s legs wide apart. The camera showed a small pink ring of the guy’s virgin ass.

The guy started screaming furiously and begging him to let go. The man who was standing near the bed sent his dick right into the guy’s ass. The big head of the dick rested on the ring of the ass, and the man with a sharp push drove the head inward. The guy screamed wildly.

The man pulled the head of the penis out of the guy’s ass, red drops of blood were visible on it. Then the rapist again drove his penis into the guy’s ass (he screamed more than before), but this time the penis did not go deep.

Then the man bent over the sobbing guy and sharply began to push his dick further, destroying all the barriers inside. Finally, under the cries and tears of the guy, the dick slowly entered to the end.

The man began to fuck the guy hard, who had already stopped screaming and was just sobbing, not even imagining how his ass had now opened up.

After a couple of minutes, the second man took the place of the first, only changed his position.

The moaning and crying guy was fucked as best they could, in a variety of positions, one rapist took the guy in the ass, the other in the mouth, and they constantly changed. Operators showed the whole process from different angles. The guy was completely exhausted, he no longer screamed, he just humbly sucked cock with a devastated look.

The director has just received a wish from a subscriber. He paid for the guy to have a huge 11 inch dildo inserted. Tops heard this through the earpiece and took the necessary props from the wall of the room.

Dildo slowly sank into the guy under his cries. Here a quarter of the black phallus was inside him, now half, and it slowly all comes and goes into the guy.

The man who stuffed the toy heard something through the earpiece, then stood up. The guy breathed a sigh of relief and thought that the toy had already completely entered him, and relaxed. But he did not see that about a quarter of the dildo were not in his ass.

The man listened to the instructions through the earpiece, and then, with a satisfying laugh, kicked the dildo with his foot, thus driving the toy even deeper into the screaming guy. A couple more kicks – and the toy was inside the guy, he fell down and sprawled on the floor.

The men approached the guy’s head and began to masturbate over his face. 

“Open your mouth,” one of the men said.

The boy obediently opened his mouth.

A few seconds later, a plentiful jet of cum hit the guy’s face, spattering his hair, eyes, nose and mouth.

The second man heard the instructions in the earpiece and, picking up the guy, took out a toy from his ass, inserted his huge dick there in one motion. He entered freely and after several pushes, the man finished in the guy’s gut. 

The camera showed a guy who had sperm flowing out of his torn anus, the guy’s face was also covered with it. 

This broadcast ended.

I couldn’t sleep; I was hot and horny. Tossing and turning, out of desperation I decided to try out the free line and see if I could get a hookup. After a couple of hours – just as I about to give up – I finally clicked with someone. 

My luck, it worked. Like me, he was hot, bothered and also was about to give up when we clicked. “You’re exactly what I’m looking for,” he said. His voice was quiet yet strong: he was also very horny. He said he’ll come over to my place as soon as he hung up.

He described himself as tall – 6 feet – caucasian, brown hair, thin, mild build but with a notable cock: “I have a ten inches with a mushroom head.  It’s a average cock but my mushroom head is big and my cock can get very hard and strong.”

He said he’d be over in about an hour – around 4 am.

I was in college and being younger, horniness was part of the scene.  I could go for hours. I bottom and enjoy bondage. It’s risky: hooking up with strangers during the early morning hours – but I was hot and very horny – and young at the time. Still, I prepared: turning the lights down low,  closing the curtains, laid out the rope and some duct tape, I eagerly waited. 

I lived in a small studio apartment inside a larger house converted into 3 apartments. I lived on the second floor.  To make sure it went well, I also instructed him to ‘ring the middle bell just once and to keep it quiet so as to not wake up the neighbors.’ He agreed; the last thing we wanted was to be interrupted.

I never met him before, but I wanted to make this an interesting meet – and this was my mistake: I assumed I would have some kind of control. 

I got into my sweatshirt, wore a pair of white athletic socks and my jock strap. My strap was a little smaller than my size, but it felt good walking around with it on: the constant rubbing, the tightness – it all added up.  It as also very minimal: small and tight, thin and practically a g-string, it was still a jock strap in that it kept my cock and balls nice and tight.  So as I got hard, my jock package was stretched and yet still covered: a nice handful for somebody to latch onto and keep me behaved as I struggled to get untied. 

It seemed like a long wait; my heart racing, my mind raced with possibilities. My cock – hard and strong, stretching my jock strap. I moved about, unable to watch TV, listen to the radio. I hesitated playing with myself as I didn’t want to lose a load and not be ready for his arrival; I grew soft.  I impatiently waited,…

Soon, I heard a car parking in the street. My heart raced as I stood there, legs opened wide and my hands on my ass, pushing my pelvis out. 

I waited.  

The bell rang. At that moment my cock suddenly came alive, pushing upward fast with my blood flowing: it was again pushing up and making my jock strap tight, the straps around my ass tightening as my cock rose. My heart racing, I could barely concentrate with the anticipation.  I then decided to go for it: wearing only my jock strap, a sweatshirt and some white athletic socks and plain docker shoes, I quietly walked down the stairs, turning the hallway light on as I went. 

The building was quiet: no-one was up. The landing from my apartment ran to the left of my door, then turned 180 degrees to the right down and toward the very bottom, turning the another 45 degrees toward the door.  

It was a risk: any of my other neighbors could pop out, but I was confident that at 4 am, this would not be too likely.

Still, the risk added a strong flavor; I got even more excited. I walked carefully as my cock was hard and ready: I was triggered. 

I liked showing off.

I approached the door, walking with ever growing anticipation; my heartbeat was strong and the blood ringing in my ears. I had to be careful for if I opened the door too wide, I could be exposed and seen by my neighbors – the kind of people who wouldn’t understand. A part of me wouldn’t mind doing this, but I judged against doing this. Still, a part of me got even more aroused!

I then opened the door, standing behind it as I waved him in.  He entered cautiously, unsure of where he was walking in when I then closed the door and stood before him, appeared him wearing my jock strap, socks, shoes and sweatshirt.

The moment I saw him, I opened my legs, placed my hands on my ass and pushed as my pelvis and pushed out as far it could go. 

I was turned on. He not only looked good, but I got an excitement about him. He was an older man, wearing regular clothing.  Working class, but older – at least twice my age. He was a little taller, slightly built and was clean. 

Turning toward me, I sensed he felt the same way.  I could already see a growing bulge in his pants.

I whispered “hi. Have to keep it quiet.”

He merely nodded as he looked at me, with his mouth slightly opened; clearly he didn’t expect this.  I then walked past him, moving in such a way as to give a show of my ass moving back and forth glancing behind, I could see him staring at my ass, his breathing now more elevated. My cock so hard that we pushed up and stretched my jock so tightly that every step I took rubbed my foreskin and very tip. 

His breathing got even more pronounced as I started to walk up the stairs, continuing my show, stretching  my legs and my ass by my skipping every other step, stretching my legs wider as I looked back at him,  walking with an exaggerated slowness with my legs spread out more.  As I got to the top, I turned and faced him as he turned the corner on the first set; I stood there with my right leg down two steps while my left leg stood at the top, leaving a wide gap between my legs.  I kept my legs wide open, leaning back slightly.  My cock was now so hard, it was pushing the limits of my jock strap, making me even more excited with the feeling as my cock tip rubbed against my jock strap (I wore a size down deliberately just for this). He slowly walked toward me as I then, at the last moment before he could touch me, I turned and led toward my apartment, with him eagerly following me; we walked slowly up the stairway, me moving and stopping as he slowly followed.

We entered my apartment. 

I then stood inside my apartment, my hands behind my back, standing with my legs apart, pushing my pelvis forward, inviting him in.  He then passed through the doorway, looked around, turned toward me as he looked at my hard-on, reached down and fondled my balls, studying my face while very close to me.  I gave a gasp, but didn’t move, as he then ran his hand up and down and around my shaft his large hand  cupping my cock and balls, running his fore finger and thumb all around my cock tip, now moist with pre-cum. He did this for half a minute, as I stood there, my eyes half closed moving slightly about in time to his touching me with my mouth opened, breathing with the pleasure of his hands and fingers. We looked into each others eyes, not moving.  I then opened my legs wider and moved closer to him, expecting maybe a kiss – but he merely smiled and stepped away.

I deserved that; he was teasing me back.

We didn’t say anything throughout all of this; we didn’t need to.

Closing the door, we moved into my studio, where my couch/bed /futon opened (I was a starving student then). He then walked to my desk, and took off his coat. I watched him as I took off my sweatshirt. He had an average build, but he had some muscles.  He was thin; rolled up in his t-shirt sleeve was a pack of cigarettes which he set down. I put on a belt around my waist, kneeled on the couch/bed and with one of the rope I had, started to bind my ankles together.  We continued undressing, watching each other silently.  I then wrapped the belt around my waist.

There was little need to make small talk.

I tied my feet together and then kneeled on the edge of the bed, my ass facing toward him as I leaned back on my arms and watched him undress. I pulled down my jock strap – the back strap dropped down just below my ass, leaving my rock hard cock inside my cup: my cock so hard it made for a huge pyramid, leaving a couple drops of pre-cum on my very tip; the feeling so intense,…!

His shirt and pants off, he then stopped and looked at me.  I looked at his underwear. 

He was very, very hard; he wore regular underwear but his cock was anything but regular.  He saw me looking on, and then started to pull down his underwear, but first instructed me to ‘turn around’.  I did so, and could only hear him slip his underwear off.  I started to look, but then he said, “just cross your hands behind your back.”

Kneeling on the bed, my feet tied tightly together, he re-checked my feet bindings, and then reached out to grab one of the ropes I had,  binding my hands behind my back to the belt.

He knew what he was doing; he took his time, carefully and thoroughly binding my hands, making sure they were bound together well and secured to the belt.  He clearly was practiced with bondage.

“So, I assume you’re in college?”

“Yes,” I replied.

“mmmm,…”

He turned down the lights; the room was just barely lit.  The curtains drawn, there was no sound other than our moving about, getting ready.

Now, my hands tied behind my back to the belt around my waist, and my feet tied, I tried trying my bindings as he then settled in behind me, kneeling with his legs surrounding my legs, his body close to mine, keeping my legs in place as he moved in.

I watched as he held in front me while kneeling behind me, two hankerchefs.  At the same time I leaned back a little and reached out behind me, only to find and fondle his huge, incredible cock. 

At that moment he quickly moved his right hand toward my mouth and stuffed one of the hankerchefs into my mouth; the other hand then came over and tied a handkerchief over the one already in my mouth, and then wrapped around my head and tied it behind my head, making sure the handkerchief in my mouth was well placed and then slowly and deliberately gagged me, stuffing the handkerchief in my mouth just so, and taking his time to tie the knot; he also took his time, pulling me back close to him, forcing me to bend backwards awkwardly as he slowly pulling the hankerchef in my mouth, moving me slightly around, side to side, making sure that my mouth was well stuffed.  He then run his hands around my gag, ran his hands around my neck, and then re-checked my bindings.

I was now firmly bound and gagged.  

Meanwhile, I found his cock: it was more than two handholds.  It was more than 10 inches. At that moment with my mouth stuffed and firmly gagged, I was taken aback: “MMMMPH!” He lied to me: he had a far bigger cock than what he said.

I was not ready for this. 

Whispering into my ear, “Shh! I know it’s more than 10 inches. But not a lot you can do now!”

“MMPH!” My God, his cock head was huge.  It literally was the size of my palms! With both of my palms, I could barely cover it. The shaft was somewhat narrow – not thick – but it was solid: rock hard! The best way I could describe it was akin to a plunger: long and hard, thick at the end. I found myself moving about: what other surprises did he have in store?

He moved closer to me, his cock now rubbing between my ass cracks as he wrapped his arms around my body, rocking me back and forth. As he did so, I reached out for his cock and played with his shaft, reaching for his balls – but it was no good. I couldn’t reach his balls; but I found myself grabbing onto his cock, squeezing his cock tip. I never felt anything like it! And now I found myself wondering: how is he going to get that in me?

Simple.

It’s going in whether I changed my mind or not.

He whispered: “I never went to college, but I love fucking college types. Younger guys turn me on – especially when they’re bound and gagged, and are in no position to argue with me.”

In moments, we were rocking back and forth forward; He kept me in place, not allowing me to move away or fall to the right or left. Instead, as he reached around me, his hands and fingers found my nipples – and stated to pinch them, gradually harder.  I was soon calling out: “MMMMPH!  MMPPH!” 

He thankfully stopped after several minutes. 

I squeezed his cock tip in response, moved my hand around it: “Yes! Yesss, nice,…” he whispered in my ear. The more I played with his cock, the more he was turned on.

He was right, it was hopeless: nobody would hear.  He gagged me very well: stuffing my mouth very well with a large kerchief, and then gagging me with an even larger kerchief: he didn’t use any of my gagging materials. I could only bite down on the gag: it wasn’t coming out until he let me. Still, I struggled, trying to call out and twisting my head all about, trying to get my gag loose. Everyone was either asleep or simply didn’t hear my calls for help. 

Meantime, I was also tightly and truly well bound; he bound me thoroughly. There was little slack and the way my hands were bound insured against me getting them loose. Meantime, my feet were also tied – and when he rested my feet, he wrapped some of the rope between my feet preventing me from working them out as well.

Bound, gagged, and wearing only a jock strap and athletic socks he could do what he wanted to do. 

And his cock was probably one of the biggest I was going to get.

Now, I was struggling harder, but still he calmly he held me in place. The struggle intensified; he simply gradually pushed me forward and down, moving back and forth, leaning into me and pulling me back, moving me all around despite my best efforts – with each new time I was being pushed gradually further down.  It was clear: he intended to pushed me completely forward, my face and body down with my ass up ready for him to penetrate with that monster cock he had waiting for me!  

And he was taking his time. 

As I struggled, I heard him chuckle and murmur “heh; keep trying, college boy!”

My cock was hard and strong in my jock strap; my captor didn’t take it off. I realized he wanted me to wear my jock strap as we fucked; usually I got it with the strap taken off.  I have to confess it was hot this way.  I was truly a prisoner with my cock ‘secured’ while his was free to do what he wanted. Meanwhile, the more I moved the more my cock rubbed against my jock strap.  Soon, I was dripping so much pre-cum that my strap was getting soaked. It was such a tease: so hard and turned on, my jock strap pushing strongly with my cock trying to get out. The more we moved together the more my jock strap rubbed my cock. It was driving me mad!  I watched us in the mirror across from us; we both watched ourselves struggle, fondle and play with each other: my hands to his cock and his hands to my nipples, my legs kneeling, as I leaned and pushed back on his body with my eyes half closed as he held me in place, occasionally pinching my nipples while I was unable to either stop him or get any help. It was driving me crazy,…!

Closer now, he leaned back further, forcing me backwards as he then licked my ears, tightly still holding me as my nipples were kept on being pinched while my hands hung on to his ever so rock hard cock and the incredible mushroom head! He then slipped his arms from around my body and wrapped them between my arms; he was now able to twist me around slightly, enough to further knock me off balance. I tried saying “no fair!’ but it only came out as “MM-MMPH!”

At one moment, we slowed down and looked at each other in the mirror. For a moment we stared as we watch each other: this stranger I never met before; our cocks so hard; the silence of the early morning hours as the only sounds were us breathing heavily, my moaning, the bed creaking ever so slightly as we wrestled while I struggled – bound and gagged – held tightly in his arms with his hard on working and rubbing on my ass crack and between my legs, poking my balls. The lights were turned down very low, and the outside was silent: no cars or traffic – nothing. 

Then a sudden sharp push and I went down face forward. I tried to rolling over but he moved too quickly for me, his arms wrapped around my bound arms, as he fell on top of me, pushed and kept me down as he laid on top of me with his arms against my body and keeping me in place, rubbing his face in my hair, and then with his cock he poked all around my ass (but not in my ass – not yet, anyhow). He poked but didn’t penetrate my ass, but he poked so that my balls felt his cock pushing against me.  His locked arms kept me from rolling over or moving away as his cock kept pushing and poking about my body.  The room was alive – yet quiet – with the sound of my muffled calls for help, his heavy breathing and grunting as he gradually manuevered me around to the other side of the bed as we struggled. The bed moved about with our wrestling. This went on for some tine, but I lost track of time. Then, pulling me out of a daze, he then sat up from the bed, and stood over me.  It was hopeless: I could not stop him no more than I could stop an ocean wave. He then suddenly grabbed my bound legs and rolled me over facing him as he then pulled me close to the edge of the bed, pulling me up to where my ass was on the edge of the bed, and my legs hung down, touching the floor. 

As he kneeled over me, he pulled down my jock strap just enough to free my cock and balls and started to stoke my cock, as he then bent over and with the other hand cupped my balls while the other rubbed and played with my foreskin.  I stopped struggling to escape as I found myself bouncing in time with his hands on my genitals. He was playing me like an instrument: one moment I was desperate to escape – get away from his oversized cock; the next moment he had where he wanted me, and played me – playing with my cock and balls, making me lose track of my trying to escape, having been taken and now being pleasured by a total stranger whom I had only just met and have been bound and gagged by.  I moaned with pleasure, feeling the hardness somehow get stronger, the skin on my cock stretched so much and the redness so visible, even in the soft light. My balls held by his controlling hand I found my hips moving up and down in response to his hands: the one hand commanding me with his hands on my balls, gently squeezing me while the other stroking me, all the way from the base of my cock to my tip, briefly swirling around my tip and then repeating – not slowly, but not too quick; ever so steady and constant.  I watched fascinated and helplessly, shaking my head back and forth. Utterly helpless – bound and gagged I was under his command, helpless as he laid beside me, watching me intently as I moved in time to his strokes. I soon felt it was getting close to the release; my eyes opened wider gradually,…

He then stopped, placed my jock strap back on, making sure that my cock was back in the now soaked with pre-cum jock strap and slowly stood up to look at me. I shook my head and called out for more, but it wasn’t happening. Instead, I closely watched his cock.

His cock was incredible. 

It was longer than 10 aches – perhaps 11 inches – and the head was far bigger than what I imagined. It stood straight up, reaching up announcing its total domination of the room. The head was at least three time wider than the shaft. He slowly turned back to the table by his clothing, pulled out from his pants pocket a rather large rubber. Standing over me he put it as he stared at me intently as I then watched him slowly and deliberately rub lubrication on his cock. I struggled and tried to get untied, calling out: “MMPH!  MPH MMPH! MMMMPH!” (“No too big! No!”) He kept a serious face, saying, “its too late now.  This -“ as he let go of his cock and let me see it ready for action  “- is for you. Now!”

Long and hard, it glistened in the soft light; I could see it move with his heartbeat.  His heart was beating fast; he was truly excited as well. 

I desperately moved about, trying my bindings twisting my hands and pulling against the belt they are bound to while moving my feet and legs all about, moving my head back and forth to try to loosen my gag – but it was no good. I was gonna get what I asked for: an early morning fucking. 

Reaching down, he grabbed my bound ankles, lifted them up and then he untied my ankles just enough and in a way to make them a foot wider, quickly retied my feet bindings. They were now still bound very well, but he made enough room to put his head inside between my legs.  He then slowly moved his head between my ankles and then pushed backwards forcing me forward as he slowly positioned his cock right onto my ass. He then leaned back more and I started to move into him: I couldn’t prevent it. My eyes opened and I found myself calling out.  But then he smiled and suddenly leaned down toward me so that my ankles were raised to my head while his face was mere inches away from my face, staring at me with an intensity and clear desire.  And in that moment of momentary stillness, he whispered to me: “let’s go!”

I was now tightly bound: my hands tied behind my back to my waist belt; my feet tied together with his head between my legs while my gag was firm: a handkerchief tied around my head while another one was stuffed inside my mouth. I could try to shout, but it wouldn’t be heard. 

Now, I couldn’t move away from him, roll over or escape. 

Suddenly I realized as I felt him move his hand: he was guiding his huge cock and head into my ass. 

I jumped at this; I wasn’t ready for this.  He was too big. Tried moving about, but lifting his head slightly, I lost any ability to do anything.  Instead, as he leaned slightly back he then both simultanously pushed in slowly while drawing my body onto his cock.

It was going in, slowly: his head now being forced into my tight ass. 

I cried out as I arched my back in pain and ecstasy, my eyes wide open, totally helpless to stop him:  “MMMMMMMPH!   MMMMPH!” – barely being heard in the room, yet outside my apartment.

He said nothing, but continued entering me, slowly, not caring about my calls for help. I tried head butting him, thinking that I could hit him in the nose, but he merely smiled as he was far enough away. 

His cock continued going in – pushing in slowly.  If not for his rock hard cock and his strong desire for fucking me, I doubt that he could ever fit his huge cock head into me.  I soon slowed down rocking about; I could feel he was getting well into me and I couldn’t stop him. He continued pushing in, murmuring to me “it’s getting wider. Just a little more!” I soon stopped; the deeper he got into me, the less I struggled. I surrendered: he got me and he was in me very well. I had reached the point of nonresistance.  My eyes were half closed, my mouth bit down on my gag as I took the penetration.

Soon, he was slowly going out, but he didn’t let his cock leave me; instead, he went in again.  This time, it was a little more easier. I soon laid back, trying to catch my breath as he went in agin, this time faster – and deeper as I suddenly gave a start,  closing my eyes, arcing  my back as I then gave in to another cry of intensity; his cock was now totally inside of me. Now, he was moving regularly, in and out, moving gradually faster.  I rolled my head side to side, trying to take it,…

Then I turned to face him and open my eyes as he stared at me with such an intensity.  His sweat dripping onto me as he pushed into me more and more, going ever faster. I lifted my head to him gently, shook my head as I closed my eyes and give out a cry of,… excitement  He stared at me, moving gradually faster in time and depth. I tried talking to him: “MPH! MPHMPH! MPH! MPH! MMPH!  MPH!” (Take off the gag! Kiss me!).

He understood me. 

Taking his hands off of holding my ankles in place, his head keeping my legs up he then reached behind my head, quickly untied my gag and taking out the handkerchief in my mouth, leaning forward dove into my mouth, his tongue running all about my teeth as I did the same to him; both of us moaning as we kissed passionately!  My legs were straining with the pressure of his pushing forward and kissing me, but I didn’t care! And just as quick he then re-stuffed and re-tied my gag, leaning back while holding my legs and commenced to literally pound my ass with a total ruthlessness focusing all of his will to nailing my ass, his thighs slapping me as his cock went in faster and hard, not popping out with no sign of slowing down. For every grunt he gave, I gave (or tried to give out) a shout, his cock soon pounding me with such an intensity my ass burned as I soon was now no longer just shouting every time he penetrated me, but giving long cries as I rolled and shook my head back and forth: “MMMMMMMMMMPH!   MMMMMMMPH!”  

Our eyes wide open, I struggled about, testing my bindings as he concentrated on one thing only his cock driving into my tight ass. I moved about on the bed as best as I could, not to escape but in response to the pounding. He just  kept on pushing in hard, deep and long at a fast rate, pumping me like a machine using his iron hard rod with the giant head. My cock was now hard and my jock strap totally wet with pre-cum, with the rubbing of my cock against my tight jock strap driving me to the level of madness, it nearly distracting me from his constant, regular penetrations his cock pulled into me hard and true, right under the portion of my jock strap while his cock pushed through the elastic of my strap located just on the edge of my ass. 

It seem like hours when it was only minutes, but there was only thing: his pounding me like a machine piston: constant, regular and non-stopping; nothing was said other than his grunting and breathing. I long stopped struggling and just laid there. 

It went on, and on, and on, and on – until he starting to murmur, louder and louder:

“Uh! UH! Yes! Uh! Oh!

“Oh God,…. No,… Uh! Uh! Ummmm,…!”

I then he came, his eyes closed and crying out: “UUUUUUUHHHHHH!  UUHHHHHHHH!  UUUUUUUUHHHHH!!!” ….he gave several more very strong and intense pushes into me, his legs wide open as he kept my legs up in the air, draping his arms tightly around my legs as he threw his head back and gave just several more thrusts, each thrust resulting another load shooting into me. 

Moments later, he stepped back, lowered my legs slowly to the floor.  As he took off his condom, I could see the dripping of a mighty load. 

And then – silence, save for the sound of his catching of his breaths.

I managed to move around, stood up and begun trying my bindings, seeing if I could get loose. Lighting a cigarette, he looked at he as he stood in front of me, fondling my cock and balls, whispering “we’re not done yet.”  He then looked down at my cock,  seeing my wet jock strap, he quietly said as he peeled off my well-moist jock strap from my cock, “nice”, as he reached over, pushed me back down on the bed and fondled my balls. I laid there, feeling him play with my cock as he then stood up, rolled me over and then hogtied me, tying my legs behind my back to my waist belt. 

I was hardly in any position to resist.

And just as quickly he rolled me back over facing up. 

I was now hogtied tightly; my legs tied behind my back forcing my pelvis with my cock pushed up,  my legs wide open, totally exposed.

He then slowly pulled my jock strap down all the way down to my ankles, and then pulled me to the edge of the bed: my hogtied legs wide open because of being hogtied were hanging over the edge while my ass and cock were on the edge – where, kneeling down before he dove hungrily onto my cock. He locked onto my thighs with his strong hands and arms, taking care to not let me fall down while taking it all in.

My back arched again as I looked up into the ceiling, closing my eyes and crying out more:  “MMMMMPH!” His right hand held on to my balls as his mouth went down and up on my shaft, while his other hand pulled out one of my dildos from under the couch / bed and shoved it into my ass. My ass was widened, but regardless I gave out a muffed shout as he worked me like demon. I was totally hogtied, firmly gagged and deeply fucked – and now with the dildo pushing into me, my balls firmly in his hand while his mouth went up and down on my shaft I was about to explode.  I tried holding back as long as I could, but it was hopeless. It was so hot and fulfilling. Totally bound and gagged, hogtied, his hands fondling my balls, his mouth and tongue travelled on my shaft while I was being penetrated at the same time by a fat dildo,…in minutes I was about to cum, when I noted him watching me as he sucked me.  We locked eye contact for a few moments until I could feel it: that heat building up to the moment when deep inside me, I feel like a valve slowly turning that I cannot control or keep it from back the rush of thick fluid; the force moving steadily closer to my cock tip when it cannot hold and keep from releasing the hot flow and I am torn between keeping my cock from letting go, but the force inside me overcomes as I then suddenly find myself trying to shout through my gag as I arched my back, my eyes wide open with the moment to take place – my cock like a oil derrick shooting up and into his mouth as I cried out – desperately against the gag and uncontrollably:

 CUUUUUUUUM!      “MMMMMMMMMMMMMPH!”

NNNNOOOOOOOWWW!   “MMMMMMMMMMPH!”

AGAIN!   “MMMMMMMPH!”

AGAIN!   “MMMMMMPH!”

AGAIN!  “MMMMMMPH!”

AGAIN!  “MMMMMPH!”    ….until I no longer am releasing cum, but instead I find my head and body moving back and forth and all around, unable to control myself as my lover still continues to suck me with cock crazed intensity until I realize my body has released what it held and now I must wait for some time before I can release again. My cock is so sensitize that any touch of his tongue and mouth drives me uncontrollably as I struggle and bounce on the bed, unable to control my calling out and and struggle. I can only watch him as he watches me, playing with my cock and balls with total control and abandon.  

It went on for some time until he finally stopped and I was able to catch my breath. 

I watched him as he got up, went into the kitchen for a moment, and rinsed out. I head him say, “young men with their big cum shot”, returning back to me,…

… with his cock growing again, getting ready for me: his cock now pointing straight out, and slowing rising. 

“MMMMMPH!   MMMPH!”  Already!?

He stood there with a smile and a hungry look as he casually and slowly stroked himself. I could only watch helplessly as his cock gradually grew bigger and harder. In a few minutes he finishing stroking and put on another condom and more lube, his hardness returning again.

Soon it was standing straight up again: 12 noon. 

“It’s been awhile; got some catching up to do.”

Smiling in the semi-darkness, I watched as he prepared again his cock for insertion, covering his rock hardness with a large condom, lubing up slowly and deliberately as he watched me, whispering to me as he rolled me over, still hogtied: “we’re not done yet; now I fuck you from behind really all tied up.”  He then re-tied my bindings (just to make sure), checked my gag and my feet bindings, pushed me down on the bed / couch as he maneuvered into me. 

“We’re not done yet, college boy.”

He laid over me with his huge cock, smiled as he then moved into me, locking me down. Unable to move,  his huge cock and head poked around me, finally finding my ass and launched into me again, making me half roll into a ball as I struggled once again against his cock moving into me,… I was wide this time as he had well-penetrated me; now he was he was just pounding me hard again, pushing into me deep and strong – steady, with no hesitation: like a machine. 

We said nothing: I was too well gagged and bound, and he was just horny!

Still, I felt my hardness coming back again. He whispered into my ear: “fuck…and stroke… and suck you… again! Yes – college boy! You’re mine!”

I looked up ahead and watched us in the mirror, our shadows looking back as I bounced to his penetrations, my gag still firm and my bindings tight. His head was just above my head, I watched him as he murmured, “so,… good! Tight! Uh! Ah!,…” I could only moan and move my head about, unable to escape or do anything other than to have it continue.

My cock was nearly hard again. 

He continued, fucking steady and hard with no letup or slow down: the only sounds of him grunting and me moaning, his sweat dripping onto my back. My hands tightly bound to the belt along with my feet; my mouth firmly gagged with no give in the handkerchief around my head, stuffing my mouth and locking in the handkerchief.  I look at the mirror in from of us, the scene intense as I watched him look down at his cock ramming my ass, only occasionally looking up at me watching him. Unable to move or do anything, I can only take it. Soon, though, my moaning quiets down but his breathing gets heavier and heavier until I hear from him a moan grunintg noise that only get stronger and stronger until he starts to sound louder: “Uh! Uh! Uh! UH! UH! UH!” – with every push building up until “UUUHHHH!” as he stops penetrating, throws his head back with his eyes closed and mouth opened high; “UUUUUUUUHHHH!  YES! YES! YES! YES!” – the final few times thrusting in and then, slowly disengaging me, laying down next to me, rolling on his back.”

I look over at him as he briefly rested, “damn! You’re fucking hot!”

I roll over on my side toward him. He then looks at me, getting up and rolling me back up with my cock facing up.  Leaving me for  moment, he then gets up and returns with a bottle of lube, reaches over to my balls and slowly and deliberately rubs lube all over them and then strokes my cock going slowly up and down, his thumb rubbing on my foreskin, his index fingers running around my inflamed and excite cock tip, stroking me several times just right: not too hard, but not too slow. I am driven mad, shaking my head, moaning uncontrollably. This continues until he moves closer to me, resting his head on his other arm, and continues, only this time he focuses only on stroking my cock, watching it and me, slowly and then steadily – and then suddenly saying to me , “time to milk you” – and proceeds to speed up the stroking, careful not to bang on my balls while doing it: a steady but thorough stroking that drives me crazy:

“MMMM!  MMMM!  MMM!” 

“Yes, keep talking; I’m gonna make you cum really good!’

“MMMMMM!  MMMMM!   MMMMMM!” I am going crazy. I am truly lubed up, tightly hog tied, totally gagged and utterly helpless I cannot stop him or prevent him from controlling my body by way of my cock and balls.  Totally bound and gagged. And now after fucking me, he’s casually going about to make me cum – and I have no say in it.

 I look down and watch as his hand does his work: cock so hard, so helpless, nobody can hear, being forced to cum,…! No sign of slowing down: steady and constant rhythm. 

I try moving about but it’s totally useless; his other hand is under my head, holding my shoulder while his other hand has control. 

I am totally bound and gagged: I cannot escape nor move away.  I am truly held in this spot, unable to move anything, except my head as I try calling out, but unable to be held. 

“MMM!”  MMM!”  MM!”  MMM!”  MMM!”  I call out every time he strokes – perfect strokes! I watch with fascination as I can now feel the pressure and force coming out of me and into my cock.

The pressure has no other way to get out.

There is one thing I can do: release. Let it out. Let go and get it out of me. 

Any moment now,…

“Mmmm. I can do this all night! I want to make this last; make it last a nice long time. See how much longer you can resist1”

“MMMMM! MMMM!  MMM!”

“Yes? Have anything to say?”

“MMMMMMM!”

Can’t get loose. Can ‘t get heard. Can’t move,….pressure building up.

“Heh, heh; no-one can hear. Just me. I enjoy it! Surrender to me – and cum!”
“MMMMM!” I shake my head no – but I know it’s inevitable I will cum – hard.

Pressure getting stronger.

“I’m getting hard again – see?”

I look down – and it’s true. His cock is growing again. I’m turning him on. 

“So I’m gonna keep going!”

I look over at him and he smiles.

“MMMMM!   MMMM!”

“Heh, heh. Not much you can do – except cum for me!”

His hand is steady, constant – and not stopping.

It’s getting closer; I can tell.”

“MMMMM!  MMMM!   MMMM!”

“Heh; c’mon college boy: I got you: I’m milking you good! Show me how you shoot!’

The pressure is very strong. Not long ago, I made a call, answered the door barely clothed. Now I’m tightly bound and gagged, with a total stranger’s hand now on my cock and balls, stroking me mercilessly, but just in a way that’s just right.

I roll my head back and forth, “MMMMMMMM!   MMMMM!”

“Shhh! No one can hear you. But I love it! Keep trying to get out! Cum for me; let it all out!”

Suddenly, it rises; my cock so hard and excited, the full realization that I won’t get free until he unties me, and nobody can hear us and then:

“MMMMMMMM!”  (I shoot up, strong and tall; I surprise even myself!)

“MMM!” (Not as tall but still so intense!)

“MMMM!” (Still full and strong! I watch as it oozes all over his hand still stroking me.)

“MMMM!” (Again!)

“MMMMMM!” (Uh! I could even feel the pressure coming out of me from both way down the bottom of my ass and my cock!)

“MMMMMMMMM!” (This last one I closed my eyes, arched my back so high, watched at my load sprayed up and all around, watching as it dripped over my lovers hand: he wouldn’t stop stroking and kept on going, an intense look as he closely watched my cock shooting straight up like a oil well of cum. I swear at one point when I first started it shot up about a half a foot, the intensity surprising me!

“mmm!” (I give up; I can’t give any more).

He stops stroking, but then with both of his hands, fondles my balls and cock thoroughly, as I move about, my cock so sensitive to his touch, calling out as I furiously turn my head back and forth: “mmmmmm!”

He whispers, “nice!” Getting up, he reached over for a towel laying next to us and proceeded to wipe his hands and then all around my thighs, stomach and balls; whenever he touched my cock I shuddered. 

Several moments of quiet, and then he slowly got up, walked away for a moment and then returned – with a hard on. I opened my eyes widely and closed them, saying my head down again, shaking my head back and forth. “Mmmmmmmm!” (No! Not again!).

“More to … cum!” He said with a smile, slowly rolling on a rubber, reaching down by the floor and picking up a bottle of lube, slowly rubbed it on his now growing cock, the sound of the lube only matches by our breathing.

Standing over me, I could only look on his huge cock helplessly: “Making you cum turned me on.” He then moved closer to me, standing over me, slowly stroking his 11 inch cock with the huge head as he rolled me over, moving his cock around my ass preparing to go in me again.

“Aren’t you glad you called me? I am!” – as he slowly pushed into me again,…

“MMMM!”

I glanced at the clock; it was 4:55 am. Daylight was coming soon; but today was a Sunday, and I was going nowhere for the next several hours.

CHAPTER 69

Arrival

Peter heard a knock at his dorm room door. His roommate wasn’t expected back until morning and wouldn’t be knocking anyway. He put his book down and called out, “Come in!” Ryan walked in and walked over and sat down on Peter’s bed next to him. Peter was surprised that Ryan hadn’t called him first, “Why didn’t you call before you came over? You normally do.” Ryan was hesitant at first, but then explained, “I was out taking a walk and I just happened to walk by your dorm and thought I’d pay you a visit. You don’t mind, do you?” Peter closed his book and said, “Of course not.”  Ryan fidgeted a bit before asking, “So, you fucked Mike. How was that?” Peter said, “It was pretty hot taking his cherry. It was a pretty good weekend given that my mom had surgery.”, then Peter realized where the conversation was taking them. “Wait! Are you jealous of what happened between me and Mike?” Ryan lowered his eyes and asked, “Why would you think that? I um, was just asking.” Peter smiled and said, “I call BS on that.” Ryan looked up in surprise at Peter’s boldness and said, “Ok, but I wouldn’t necessarily call it jealousy. It’s more like envy. I started hating Mike when he began treating Tony and Scott like shit after they came out to him. He began spouting homophobic trash. I was disgusted by him. Before he began acting like that, I was a little envious of Julie. I thought Mike was really good looking and wished he wouldn’t have been straight. After he started acting like a complete dick though, I just pictured myself making him suck my dick and then fucking the hell out of him just to teach him a lesson.” Peter looked at Ryan in surprise, “Whoa, dude! You know that would have been rape.” Ryan smiled, and said, “Yeah, I know. I wouldn’t have ever done it. I doubt I would be able to take him anyway. It’s just that I was so angry with him that it became a dark fantasy. Then I find out you actually fucked him.” Peter said, “Yeah, I did. But to his credit, Mike has changed. He’s done a complete one-eighty. He found out what sex between two guys is really about. Even his dad has changed since Mike got stabbed. Mike is still hung up on Julie. I think he’s probably bi, but his goal is to marry Julie and have kids with her.” Ryan then asked, “So, how does Julie feel about this, or doesn’t she know?” Peter smiled and said, “Mike told her about stumbling in on Tony and Scott having sex and how he reacted to it. He wanted her to know but pleaded with her not to end their relationship. It was Julie’s idea to have Mike explore his feelings and then decide what he wanted. I don’t know how that will turn out because Mike obviously enjoyed what we did. The look on his face when I hit his prostate was something to see. He began begging me to fuck him harder. It was a complete turn-on seeing him like that.” Ryan’s felt a mix of lust and concern, “I wonder how that will turn out. What if Mike enjoys sex with other guys too much and doesn’t want to give it up? How would Julie handle that? She’d probably dump him.” Peter replied, “I don’t know. If she did, it would crush Mike. He really does love her”.

Ryan seemed to reconsider his attitude toward Mike and said, “Well, if Mike really has changed his attitude, I wish him luck then.” Peter smiled and assured Ryan, “He really has, Ryan.” And then Peter noticed Ryan’s shorts were tenting up and grinned before looking up to see Ryan grinning back at him. Ryan then leaned in and kissed Peter. Peter returned the kiss and allowed Ryan’s tongue into his mouth. Peter’s right hand found Ryan’s hardness and began working it through his shorts. Ryan groaned in pleasure against Peter’s mouth. Just as Peter was working on opening Ryan’s shorts, they heard someone opening the door to the room. They quickly moved apart as Peter’s roommate entered. Ryan had his hands in his lap as he said, “Hey Tom, how’s it going?” Tom looked over at them with furrowed eyebrows and replied, “I’m good. You two look like the cat that ate the canary.” Then he smiled and looked at them suspiciously. Peter quickly replied, “Yeah, we were discussing something that happened to a friend of ours back home. He’s changed recently and we were deciding if his girlfriend was going to dump him because of it.” Tom looked down at Ryan’s hands in his lap, indicated with his chin in the direction of Ryan’s lap and said, “The guy’s girlfriend must be pretty hot, and it seems your buddy Ryan here must be thinking of her right now from the looks of it.” Ryan turned red as he realized his hands weren’t covering things up like he thought they would and stammered out, “Julie is smokin’ hot, dude.” Peter just sat there with a sheepish grin and Tom said, “Well, Ryan, don’t get your cart before the horse. From what you’re saying, she hasn’t dumped the guy yet, and you wouldn’t want to cause that to happen, that is unless you’re one of those guys.” Ryan defended his honor and replied, “I’d never do anything like that, especially to a friend.”, then he glanced over in Peter’s direction and saw a smile on his face. Peter was happy that Ryan did in fact refer to Mike as a friend.

Suddenly, Tom said, “Well, I gotta jump in the shower. Going down to the park to go cruising for babes.” Ryan was stunned as Tom started shedding clothes until he was totally naked. Then he grabbed his shower kit and a towel and headed for the shower room. Ryan then looked to Peter in dismay. Peter laughed and said, “Tom isn’t modest. He’ll sometimes get back from a shower and just lounge around the room in the buff.” Ryan grinned, “So what will he do if he finds out his roomie is gay?” Peter grinned, “I don’t know, he’s never asked, and I’ve never felt it necessary to volunteer that information.” Ryan asked, “So you never check him out and pop a chub?” Peter scrunched up his nose and said, “No, of course not.” Ryan asked, “Why not? He has a nice body from what I saw, and I saw a lot!” Peter shrugged and said, “He’s not really my type.” Ryan shook his head, “Not your type? He’s got a solid swimmer’s build, a nice butt, and a pretty nice cock hangin’ between his legs, so what’s not to like?” This time it was Peter’s turn to shake his head, “Ryan, there’s more to a guy than a hot body, a great ass and nice cock. There’s also the personality, and if I’m to be honest, his looks.” Ryan nodded, “Ok, so he’s not your type. Personally, I wouldn’t kick him out of my bed.” Just then Tom sauntered back into the room with his towel draped over his shoulders. As he walked over to his side of the room, he threw the towel over his desk chair and began looking through his dresser. Ryan was laughing and Tom looked over and asked, “Dude, what’s so funny?” Ryan said, “Dude, you just walked from the shower back to your room with all your glory just hangin’ out for everyone to see.” Tom shrugged, “Yeah. It’s not like this floor is coed or anything.” Ryan countered, “What if a girl is on the floor visiting her boyfriend or studying with a fellow student?” Tom shrugged and said, “Then let them look. Maybe they’ll find something they like.”, then he glanced over at Ryan with a shit-eating grin on his face before sliding on some briefs and jogging shorts. As he walked toward the door, he looked back at Peter and said, “If you go anywhere, lock the room up. I got my key and won’t be back for a few hours.” Peter replied, “Got it.”

As the door closed, Peter turned to Ryan and said, “Where were we?”, then leaned in and kissed Ryan. Ryan drew back and said, “What if he forgot something and comes back?” Peter smiled and said, “Then he’ll find out something he never thought to ask me. Don’t worry, he won’t be back for a while.” It didn’t take Peter long to bring Ryan back to life. After opening his shorts, he noticed a pretty sizeable wet spot in Ryan’s boxers. He wondered if that was before Tom barged in or after, when Tom was prancing around the room in the buff. Either way, Peter licked away at the clear spot, eager to taste the sweet nectar that had impregnated the fabric. After creating a larger wet spot with his saliva, Peter pulled Ryan’s boxers off and deposited them on the floor. They then took off each other’s t-shirts before Ryan insisted he remove Peter’s shorts and briefs as well, saying, “You wouldn’t want to disappoint your roomie would you?” Peter rolled his eyes at the remark as he allowed Ryan to pull off his shorts and briefs. Soon they were sucking away on each other’s hard cocks. When one would sense the other was getting close, he would stop and switch to their balls. Peter then felt a wet finger working its way between his cheeks. It was soon massaging his pucker and Peter groaned in anticipation. Soon Ryan had plunged the finger in and was slowly opening up Peter for his cock. He added a second finger and was rewarded by a flood of more precum from Peter. A third finger soon joined the other two and moments later, Peter was pulling Ryan’s hand away, removing the fingers from his hole. Ryan glanced at Peter questioningly and Peter replied by saying, “Enough finger play. I want the real thing in me. Put your cock in me, Ryan!” Ryan grinned, lifted one eyebrow, and said, “Your wish is also my wish.” Peter climbed onto his hands and knees and dropped his abdomen down so his butt was in the air like a cat in heat. Ryan smiled and said, “Fuck, you look so hot like that, Peter.” Peter looked back smiling and said, “I need your dick, not your complements.” Ryan grinned and said, “What happened to personality and stuff?” Peter laughed and said, “Right this moment, it’s about the sex and if you don’t get that cock in me right now, I’m going to cut it off and put it in myself!” Ryan was shocked by Peter’s remark, but grinned and said, “Needy little fucker, aren’t you.” Before Peter had the opportunity to reply, Ryan slid his cock inside him. Peter grunted in surprise and then felt Ryan sinking the rest of his cock in him. Soon, Ryan began stroking in and out of Peter. Peter began grunting and moaning in pleasure and soon began rocking back into Ryan’s forward thrusts. Suddenly, Ryan felt Peter’s ring clamp around his cock on each outward tug. It felt amazing, like his hole was milking his cock, “Holy fuck, Peter! Where’d you learn this trick?”  Peter was too busy grunting and moaning in pleasure from having his prostate massaged and his hole filled with Ryan’s cock to respond. Ryan soon warned Peter, “Holy fuck. Peter! You’re getting me close!” Peter slammed back into him and said, “Fuck me harder! Slam my ass! Fuck the cum out of me, Ryan!” Ryan knew he wouldn’t last long at that pace, but obliged Peter and began slamming into him as the room filled with grunts, the loud slapping of skin on skin, and periodic shouts of, “Fuck me! Harder! Fuck!” Then Ryan reached around and grabbed Peter’s precum-coated shaft and as soon as he did, he felt it pulse simultaneously with the clamping of Peter’s ring around his cock which in turn drove Ryan over the edge. Peter’s cock blasted the headboard as well as Peter’s face and neck while Ryan’s cock unloaded inside of Peter, coating his insides with white, creamy cum. With Ryan’s weight on his back and his chest heaving, Peter began to lower himself down on his stomach but Ryan held onto his waist and lifted off of him slightly as he pulled his still hard cock from Peter’s hole. Ryan said, “Roll onto your back.” Peter obliged, and as he did, he felt the wetness of his cum on his back. “Damn!”, Ryan said as Peter looked up, smiling at him. Peter had cum on his chin, cheek, and forehead besides what was on his neck and chest.  Ryan grinned and said, “You’re a mess. A sweet looking mess. Let me help you get cleaned up.” Ryan leaned down and licked the cum from Peter’s forehead and then kissed Peter while forcing some of Peter’s own cum into his mouth. Then Ryan licked the cum from Peter’s cheek and again kissed Peter and shared the cum with him. Next was Peter’s chin, then neck and finally his chest. Once they had kissumed all of the cum, Ryan rolled off Peter and laid by his side and asked, “Do you eat a lot of pineapple, Peter?” Peter looked at Ryan and said, “Sometimes but not a lot. Why did you ask me that?” Ryan said, “It’s because I like your cum. It’s sweet mixed with the saltiness. I heard people who eat a lot of pineapple have sweet cum.” Peter said, “Oh, I’ll have to keep that in mind. I guess mine is naturally sweet.” Ryan looked at him and said, “Like your lips.”, and then gave him a brief kiss. They laid there side by side for a while before getting up and taking a shower. Then they went down to the cafeteria to have some dinner.

It was the day before the 4th of July. Ian and I were making sure everything was perfect for our 4th of July Party we were having. Carl and Chad were there helping. Carl then asked me, “Steve, when is the due date? Melissa’s huge. I mean, no offense.” I grinned and said, “Any day now and I agree, she is huge, but she is having twins.” Carl grinned, and asked, “Do you have names for them yet?” I hesitated for a moment before saying, “Well, we never checked with the doctor on whether they are boys, girls or one of each.” Carl gave me a knowing look and said, “That’s because you already knew before the ultrasound. I think you knew at conception. Steve, it’s me you’re talking to here.” I looked at Carl and then let out a sigh in resignation of the fact that Carl knew that I knew, “Ok, Carl. You’re right. Ian and I both know, but not necessarily because we wanted to. But Carl, I’m not going to tell you. One gift that I will now probably never receive again is a gift that I can bestow on you. That is the gift of surprise.” Carl looked at me and grinned, “Damn you, Steve! You fucker! You make me both angry with you for keeping it secret and feel bad for you at the same time.”

They were taking a break by the pool when Mike arrived. He walked up on the patio with a smile on his face and said, “It’s all set. They’ll be setting up on the pier tomorrow and have everything ready for ten.” Chad asked, “Where’s Julie?” Mike replied, “She went down to her aunt’s with her mom. She’s having a procedure done. Nothing serious this time though. Unfortunately, she won’t make the party.” Ian said, “Too bad. Hope her aunt’s procedure goes well.” Mike smiled and said, “Thanks, Ian. Like I said, this one is supposed to be a minor one. She should be fine.” Just then a vehicle pulled up and a man got out and retrieved several boxes. Ian said, “Food’s here.” The guy walked up to me and said, Good to see you again, Mr. Andrews.” I corrected him and said, “Georgio, it’s Andrews-O’Connor now, but please, call me Steve for the umpteenth time.” Georgio said, “It’s a habit Mr. Andr um Steve.” We all laughed. I gave Georgio a large tip and he left us to our smorgasbord of Italian, Chinese, and Mexican food. After we ate, Carl and Chad said they had things to do and had to get going. Ian and I gave each other a knowing look.

After Carl and Chad left, Mike joined Ian and I out on our private deck for a drink. Mike seemed nervous, like he wanted to ask us something, but didn’t know how to go about it. I then asked him, “Mike, how are things going with you a Julie?” Mike’s eyes lit up and a huge smile spread across his face, “Great. Things are going really great right now. I think she’ll say yes when I ask her to marry me.” Ian said, “You said when you ask her, so there’s no doubt in your mind?” Mike smiled and said, “No doubt at all. She’s my soul mate. I’m sure about that.” Ian then asked, “What about these other feeling you’ve been going through lately.” Mike ‘s smile diminished a bit and he said, “You mean the guy on guy sex I’ve had lately? I admit that I enjoy it. I love it. I never would have thought in a million years that I would love the feel of a guy’s cock up my ass, but god it feels so awesome once you get into it. Fucking a guy is pretty cool too. It’s different than a girl. Don’t let Jules know that I told you this, but I’ve fucked her up the butt a few times and it’s different with a guy. It’s a difference between softness and roughness. I don’t know, it’s hard to describe. It’s like the difference between the caress of a flower petal and a full contact game of football.” Ian laughed and said, “That’s some comparison.” Mike grinned and said, I’m just saying, both are awesome experiences and yet so different.” I finished his thought, “And yet they are experiences or encounters in life that we can enjoy. Fulfilling as they are, they are material things. The other part of life is the spiritual things.” Ian interrupted, “You mean like the love between us, don’t you, Steve?” I smiled and said, “Precisely.” Mike’s eyes lit up once more and he said, “That’s exactly what I was trying to say. As much as I enjoy having sex with a guy, there’s still only one person I truly love, and that’s Jules.”

Mike now knew we understood him. So, I asked him, tongue in cheek, “Ok, now that we all understand the meaning of life, you wanted to ask us something, but you weren’t sure we’d understand your reasoning for asking.” Mike suddenly looked at me like I had three heads. Ian laughed and said, “Steve, I think you’re scaring him.” I grinned and said, “Sorry, Mike, but you did want to ask us something, didn’t you?” Mike said, “Yes, but how did you know all that? I mean I thought it was all so complicated and you seemed to have made it sound so simple.” I just looked at him and he realized we were waiting on him, “Oh, yeah, my questions. How can I say this without looking like an ass?” I said, “Mike, we’re your friends. Please, just put it out there.” Mike said, “Ok. You guys have been doing things with other guys for a while now and I get it, sex is sex and love is love. Wow, I should have led with that. Anyway, is that going to end once you have kids? I mean, I’ve seen Melissa and she’s getting pretty big, and that means you’ll soon be fathers and then things will get complicated, and you won’t have the time any more to do what you used to.” I interrupted his ramble and said, “You’re right, Mike. Things will get complicated. We’ll be spending more time raising our children and won’t have as much time to spend with our friends whether they be sexual or not. That’s how life works. It won’t mean that we won’t do those things. It just means we’ll have to do them when we can. At the same time, we’ll have other challenges, other things to enjoy such as watching our children grow and learn. Life moves on, but we’ll always cherish the things we’ve experienced getting there.” Ian broke in, “Now that Professor Steve has concluded his lesson in life 101, I think your point, if I might be so crude, is that you don’t want to miss out on having sex with us.” I said, “I was getting to that, Ian.” He smiled and said, “In about a week or two.” I laughed and then we both realized Mike was sitting there looking both stunned and embarrassed, “I, I don’t know what to say. I’m so embarrassed. How did you know?” I looked at Ian and he nodded. Then I said, “The answer is yes, Mike. We’d love to.” His face brightened up immediately, “Really?”

After cleaning up, Mike used one of the other bathrooms, we got together in our bedroom. Mike was obviously nervous, but Ian and I teamed up and slowly undressed each other before turning to undress him. He was only semi-hard, but that was because he was nervous. That changed once Ian dropped down and took his cock in his mouth and I began kissing him. It was like a light switched on and he immediately grew hard and opened his mouth to my tongue. Now that Mike had loosened up, we made a tringle, I sucked his cock, Ian sucked mine and Mike was on Ian’s cock. We then switched and Mike was sucking me, I was sucking Ian and Ian was once again sucking Mike. I heard a moan and deduced it was from Mike. Sure enough, Ian had begun working a finger into him. I decided to be a devil and began playing with Ian’s hole. He grunted in surprise, but it wasn’t long before he made his pleasure known, although I wasn’t sure if he expressed it audibly or if I had just picked up on it. Mike moaned louder on my cock, and I realized Ian had added a finger. I did as well and heard Ian moan his pleasure on Mike’s cock. As soon as I heard Mike whimper on my cock, indicating Ian went for a third finger, I did the same, and was amused as Ian clamped his hole down on my fingers. I recalled when he was telling Peter how to do that. Suddenly Mike pulled off of my cock and announced, “Oh, fuck! I’m about to cum!” I knew it was too late as I realized through his sounds that Ian was swallowing Mike’s cum. I decided to pull off Ian’s cock before I sent him over the edge as well. Too late! He began shooting his seed all over my face. I couldn’t do anything about it, so I just went back down on him and swallowed the remaining spurts of his sweet cream. Ian pulled off of Mike’s cock when he had finished and then I pulled off Ian’s. As we sat up, both Ian and Mike began laughing. Ian finally said, “Steve, you have my cum all over your face.” I grinned and said, “I tried to stop before you went over the edge but I was too late.” Ian then looked to Mike and asked, “Shall we help him out?” Mike looked confused at first until he watched as Ian leaned in and licked some of his own cum from my left cheek. Then Mike smiled and began licking Ian’s cum from my right cheek. I felt like a salt lick and smiled the entire time. Once they were done, Ian led Mike into a three-way kiss with me sharing the cum they’d licked from my face. By the time we were done with the kiss, all three of us were hard as a rock again or still.

Ian then commented on how cute I looked with his cum all over my face. That resulted in me tickling him. He was screaming with laughter face down on the bed as Mike watched, amused. When I finally moved off Ian’s back, Mike’s eyes opened wide as he said, “I’ve always admired that butt of yours, Ian, even when I thought I was completely straight.” Mike then looked to me and asked, “Would you mind if I licked it. I’ve never even considered doing that before, but that butt is so hot looking.” I just shrugged and watched as Mike bent down and began licking Ian’s hard mounds. Ian giggled, making my cock jump for joy. Ian’s giggles turned into moans of pleasure as Mike didn’t stop with Ian’s hard melons. His tongue soon found the split in between them and his hands spread them open for better access. Ian turned back and saw me and realized it was Mike’s tongue licking at his hole, “Oh my god, Mike! That feels awesome!” Mike had Ian writhing in pleasure, and I stepped up behind Mike and began rubbing my saliva and precum-lubed cock between his butt cheeks. He began to moan in pleasure as well, as I slid up and down his deep crack. I was thinking about pressing the head of my cock into Mike’s tight hole, but he must have realized what I was about to do and pulled his face from Ian’s butt and said, “No offense, Steve, but could you let Ian fuck me first. Your cock is bigger than any I’ve had in me, and Ian might get me ready for your bigger one.” Ian feigned protest and asked, “Are you saying I have a small dick?” Mike put his hands up defensively and said, “No Ian, but you must admit Steve’s is definitely bigger.” Ian abruptly shoved Mike down face first onto the bed as he said, “Bigger isn’t always better.”, then he began sliding his cock between Mike’s buns and Mike’s laughter died down as he began taking deep breaths in anticipation. Ian, after sliding on a condom and lubing up, then pressed the head of his cock against Mike’s tight ring and asked, “Are you ready, Mike”. Mike nodded his head, glanced back, and said, “Definitely.” Ian slowly sank in, stopping when there was any indication that Mike was feeling pain. When Ian was about three quarters of the way inside him, Mike sighed, “Fuuuuck .” Ian asked, “You ok, Mike.” Mike nodded and said, “Keep going.” Soon Ian was pressed tightly up against Mikes buns. Mike glanced back and said, “Fuck yes, Ian. Fuck me.” Ian leaned forward and gave Mike a kiss and then began rocking back and forth sliding his cock in and out of Mike’s tight hole. Mike began moaning in pleasure and Ian said, “Your ass is so tight, Mike.” Mike grunted, “Your cock feels so fucking good. Oh! Yeah! That’s the spot. Oh yeah!” Ian suddenly felt me press up against his hot, hard buns. Even though we normally fuck bareback when alone, when we have sex with others present, we always wear a condom no matter who we’re fucking. I then slowly sank inside Ian, and he waited deep inside Mike until I was buried balls deep and pressed tightly against those solid, muscular buns of his. I let Ian take over as he backed onto my cock and then slid fully into Mike, back and forth. Mike was grunting and then asked, “Faster! Please! Fuck! Fuck me! Oh, fuck yes! Harder!” He even began lifting his butt up into Ian’s forward strokes. Ian was now slamming back and forth, and I was loving those hard buns slapping into my abs and crotch. The sounds of the double-slapping resounded around the bedroom, mixed with heavy breathing and Mike’s cries begging Ian to fuck him harder. Then suddenly, Ian stopped and directed, “Mike, flip onto your back.” Mike did as he was asked and Ian pulled his legs onto his shoulders, reentered him, and resumed pounding away. Ian was really slamming into Mike now and surprised me by yelling, “Yeah! Take my cock, straight boy!” Mike’s reply, “Give it to me! Pound my ass. Right there! Fuck yeah! That’s the spot!” I was both amused and turned on by the banter between them. Then Mike cried out, “Oh fuck! Right there! Oh fuck! I’m gonna cum! Fuck!” Ian then said, “Fuckin’ tight hole milking me! Fuck, I’m cumming too!” Ian’s hole was squeezing my cock in pulses, and I knew he was shooting his load as was Mike. I announced, “I’m about to cum!” I heard Mike yell, “Cum on me!” I pulled out of Ian just in time to get my condom off, made it over to Mike and straddled his head, then shot wad after wad all over Mike’s face and chest. Mike had his mouth open and swallowed what he caught. Once I drained my balls, I plopped down on the bed next to Mike and kissed him as he was trying to catch his breath. Ian pulled his cock from Mike’s hole, pulled off the condom and then dropped on top of me and shared the kiss with Mike and I. Ian and I cleaned whatever remained of my cum on Mike’s face that he was unable to get with his tongue. Then we licked Mike’s cum from his chest and abdomen making sure to share it with Mike in a three-way kiss. Once we broke the kiss, Ian climbed onto the other side of Mike and the three of us relaxed for a short time in silence. After a few minutes, Mike said, “Thanks, that was amazing.” I grinned and said, “It was pretty awesome. The banter between you two was hot.”, then I looked over at Ian and said, “Straight boy?” Ian giggled, “It just came out of my mouth.” Mike laughed and said, “Yeah, that’s obviously not the case, at least not anymore. I guess Bi boy is more fitting.” Ian said, “Bi boy it is, but you sure turned into one hell of a cock fiend.” Mike grinned, “I never realized what it would feel like having a guy’s cock hitting my prostate. When someone’s doing that to me it makes me crazy. I become another person almost.” Ian giggled again which had Jr. stiff as a board and twitching. Ian said, “Yeah, the first time Steve fucked me and hit that sweet spot had me hooked too.” Mike glanced over at me and said, “Looks like you’re ready for round two.” I laughed and said, “Two or three, depending on how you look at it. Ian’s laugh has a way of stirring Jr. here to life. Want to try him on for size?” Mike looked at my cock and then over to Ian, then said, “If I can be in the middle this time. I’d really like to have my cock between those amazing buns of Ian’s.” Ian looked over to me and said, “I’m up for it.” Mike and I both looked to find Ian’s cock hard against his stomach wet with precum.

Ian climbed on all fours, putting that fine ass on full display. I handed Mike a condom and some lube. He set them down on the bed and said, “I’d like to feel what it’s like to have my bare cock rubbing between those hard buns for a little first.” Mike then pressed his hard shaft between Ian’s buns and began rubbing up and down between them, “Fuck, this ass of yours is amazing! I could spend all day just doing this.” Ian giggled and said, “Feels good on this end too.”  I let them know I was still there, “I’m not going to wait forever, so make a decision because Jr. here is getting impatient.” Mike and Ian both laughed, and then Mike stepped back and slid on the condom. I was doing the same. Mike brought the tip of his cock to Ian’s hole and slowly entered him. Ian pushed back onto it and soon Mike was buried to the hilt, “Fuck yeah! After having Steve’s cock in you, you’re still really tight, and your hard buns feel like firm cushions.” Mike began stroking in and out of Ian for a bit, then Mike looked back at me after feeling my cock rubbing at his rose bud. I asked him, “You ready?” Mike said, “As ready as I’ll ever be. Go for it.” Mike pushed fully into Ian and then waited as I pressed inward. Mike inhaled sharply as the head of my cock penetrated his hole, “Fuck!” I stopped and asked Mike, “You ok, Mike?” Mike nodded and replied, “Yeah, just go slow. I never been stretched this much before.” I slowly sank in a little at a time, but Ian was getting impatient and pushed back into Mike which resulted in him pushing back into me. He yelped, “Fuck! Holy shit!” I again asked Mike, “You ok? You pushed back into me.” Mike replied, “That was Ian’s doing, but I’m ok.” Just a little more and I was firmly pressed up against Mike’s buns. I then said in his ear, “Ok, Mike. You’re in the driver’s seat. Fuck Ian, and fuck yourself.” Mike pushed back into me and then pushed forward into Ian. He slowly built up a rhythm and was grunting each time he pushed back onto my cock, “Fuck, you’re big, Steve, and Ian’s doing some crazy muscle work with his ass. He’s like milking my fuckin’ cock.” I kissed the nape of his neck and said, “You’re doing great, Mike. You hole feels so tight and hot. Ride my cock like you want it.” Suddenly Mike began thrusting back and forth harder and faster. Ian urged him on, “Fuck yeah, Bi boy. Give me that cock. Pound my hole.” Mike was slamming his ass back into me as he was panting, “Uhh! Uhh! Fuckin’ big cock! Oh yeah! Oh fuckin’ driving me nuts! Oh m’god! Oh fuck! Ohhh! I’m gonna cum! Fuck! Ohhh!” I felt Mike’s ring clamping on my cock and knew he was cumming and I was enjoying every spasm on my cock. Mike almost seemed like he was hyperventilating the way his breaths were coming. Eventually, Mike stopped and began catching his breath. I slowly withdrew my cock from Mike and Ian pulled off Mike’s deflating cock. We each helped Mike onto the bed on his back, then after removing my condom, we kneeled on either side of Mike and finished ourselves off, unloading all over Mike’s face, hair, and chest. He kept his mouth open the whole time, getting a mixed batch of our cum. Once again, we licked Mike clean and then laid side by side on the bed, basking in the afterglow of some of the best sex I can remember.

After what seemed like almost an hour, Mike said, “I’m really sorry.”  I turned to him and asked, “Sorry about what, Mike? That was some of the hottest sex we’ve had in a while!” Ian chimed in, “Yeah, anyway. I thought we all had a good time, a really great time.” Mike said, “No! I wasn’t talking about what we just did. As a matter of fact, I think that was the best sex I’ve ever had! I think I had an out of body experience. I experienced something just before I came this last time. It was like my ass was cumming. It was unbelievable and then right after, I was cumming inside Ian, well, in the condom, but it was the most amazing thing I’ve ever experienced. That’s why I wanted to apologize. I acted like such an ass before. I won’t blame it on my dad. I should have known better. I was a total asshole to my best friends, and they didn’t care. They came and saved me from potentially drowning during the flood and I still treated them badly after that.” Ian then said, “Yeah, you were a real dick to them, but you weren’t ever a dick to us, why not?” Mike hesitated, then continued, “Well, I did stop coming around, but I guess I realized Steve saved my life as well as the love of my life, Jules. You gave me and Jules a chance for a life, together. I’ll never forget that. That’s why no matter how homophobic I felt toward gays, including my best friends, I could never see Steve as anything but a hero.” I put my hand up and said, “Please stop with the hero nonsense. The true heroes were the paramedics who got you to the hospital, and the doctors who got you back on your feet. I just happened to be there at the right time.” Ian chimed in, “Like you were meant to be.” I gave Ian the evil eye. He laughed. Mike interrupted us, “Yeah, Steve, call it what you want, but you were there for us when we needed you, and by we, I don’t just mean me and Jules. I mean my best friends, Tony and Scott as well. When you guys fell into that mountain while saving those kids? It opened my eyes to what really mattered; friends, love, caring about others, not hate. It made me feel terrible about myself, and begin to hate my own dad, but then I realized that hate had no place in my heart either. I decided I had to try to help you and through that, help myself at the same time. I had to rid myself of that hatred and because of your sacrifices, I was able to do that. What I’m sorry for is what I put you and everyone else through on my journey to get there.” Ian and I both teared up and hugged Mike. I eventually said, “There are no apologies necessary, Mike. We all go through some bad times, and all need the help from our friends and sometimes strangers.,” Mike then said, “It’s also good when those strangers become your best friends.” Ian couldn’t help himself and said, “Yeah, and it’s even better when they give you your first anal orgasm.” Mike turned crimson and I couldn’t hold back from laughing. Ian found the perfect moment to lighten things up. At that moment, I suggested we shower. We all fit into our large, master shower. Then we moved back out onto our private deck and had another drink. We had another and then decided to call it a night. Mike turned down our offer to sleep with us, saying it was our bed and he wouldn’t dream of interrupting our personal time. He slept in one of the other bedrooms.

I was awakened by a call from someone. I wasn’t sure where the voice was coming from and carefully climbed out of bed so as not to disturb Ian. I seemed to be drawn down to the family room and then to a door that wasn’t there before. It led me under where the pool was supposed to be. I was in what seemed to be a cavern under the pool. It was dark, but I heard two voices just ahead. I called out, “Who’s there?” I received an unexpected reply. Two distinct voices announced, “We’re on our way dad!” Suddenly the pool above me opened up and the water came crashing down around me. I didn’t get a drop of the water on me, oddly. Then I heard the same voices call out, “Hurry dad, we’re on our way”. I was startled awake! I jumped out of bed and ran to the room Mike was sleeping in. I woke him and said, “Mike, we need to go! Lock up when you leave. The kids are on their way!” Mike gave me a confused look, but I was already out the door, heading for Ian.

Ian woke to the sound of boys playing. He looked around and saw Steve standing in a strange place and suddenly there was water all around him and yet he wasn’t getting wet. Two boys fell from the shower of water and looked at him and said, “Dad, it’s time. We’re on our way.” Ian sprung up in bed jus as I was coming back in. Ian asked, “What the fuck?” Steve replied, “Meissa’s water broke. The boys are on their way. Get dressed. We need to head to the hospital!”

Melissa woke up to the kicking from her womb, but it was more frantic than before. Suddenly she realized and sat up and rushed to the bathroom and called, “Dad! It’s time!” Benjamin jumped out of bed and called his son David and told him Melissa was having the children and he needed to rush over to take care of little Ben while they were gone. David told them he’d be there in five minutes.

 

End of Chapter 69

The story was inspired by “The Phantom of the Opera” by Gaston Laroux

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Paris 1880

Raoul, Vicomte de Chagney, made his way deep beneath the bowels of the Paris Opera House. He was searching for Christine, the young singer who had vanished. Raoul suspected  the mysterious Erik also known as The Phantom who had been terrorizing the theater

      “This must be the place,” Raoul thought as he entered the phantom’s lair a fantastic gothic chamber lit by enormous candelabras.

“It’s time for our music Christine!”

Raoul could see the beautiful Christine standing next to a pipe organ where Erik sat playing his music.

“Sing for me!” the Phantom commanded.

Christine sang her beautiful voice filling the chamber.

“Forever my dear! “The Phantom said.

“Let her go!” Raoul shouted.

“Raoul!”

“You fool! “The Phantom said and pulled a lever on the organ.

Ropes descended from the ceiling wrapping themselves around Raoul’s arms and torso like tendrils from a giant squid.

“No!” Christine said as she saw the handsome young man struggling to break free from the phantom’s diabolical contraption.

“If you stay,” Erik said,” He will live.”

“You’re a monster,” Christine shrieked.

“So true my dear “the Phantom said smiling behind the mask that hid his hideous face.

“I’ll strike a bargain,” Raoul said.

“You are in no position to my dear viscount,” the Phantom said watching as Raoul’s muscles strained against the ropes.

“If you let Christine go, I will stay,” Raoul said

“What?” Christine could not believe her lover would make such a sacrifice for her.

“Interesting proposition?” Erik said, “It might be amusing to torture you.”

“No “Christine pleaded.

“Go child you are free” Erik said.

‘I will not leave.”

“Go Christine before he changes his mind” Raoul said.

Christine ran out of the phantom’s lair the large doors closing behind her.

“This is an unexpected twist in the libretto,” Erik said.

“So I surprised you?”

“Yes, my dear viscount “

“Why don’t you call me Raoul”?

“Very well I shall”

“And free me from these ropes” Raoul said.

“But then you will escape!’

“No, I give my word as gentleman.”

“But I enjoy watching you tied up“ The Phantom said standing in front of his helpless prisoner. 

“Torture me then!”  Raoul said defiantly.

“All in good time” Erik said.

Raoul felt the phantom caressed his chest.

“You are in excellent shape “Erik said noticing the bulge in the vicomte’s tight trousers.

“What of it?”

“Did you make love to the girl with this? “Erik asked as he unbuttoned Raoul’s trouser exposing the hard eight -inch cock.

“No, I did not” Raoul said.

“But you want to” Erik said as he jerked off his prisoner

Raoul squirmed as the phantom pumped his hard shaft.

 “You have a big cock Raoul.”

“What about you Erik?”

“See for yourself” Erik said opening his robe exposing a ten-inch erect cock.

“You are aroused too” Raoul said.

“I should make you suck it” “Erik said closing his robe “But you will never touch me!”

“I’m not afraid of your- “

“Face!” the phantom said pulling off his mask “Look upon my accursed ugliness!’

Raoul stared at the phantom’s disfigured features it was as if an acid had eaten away at a beautiful portrait.

 “My father was a military doctor I have seen plenty of men maimed much worse than you.”

“No one will ever love me.”

 “Release me and I will show you.”

The phantom broke the ropes freeing Raoul.

‘Go and let me be.”

Raoul walked over to the phantom and kissed him on the lips. Erik has never felt passion like this.

“I want you “Raoul said taking Erik’s cock into his mouth.

“Oh God” Erik moaned as the beautiful young man sucked on his shaft.

The phantom’s robe fell to his feet revealing a muscular body covered with dark hair.

“I want to see all of you!’ Erik said ripping off Raoul’s clothes. The vicomte’s smooth skin glistened with sweat. Erik had never seen such perfection in human form before. Raoul looked like a living Greek statue.

 “You are too beautiful,” Erik said lifting Raoul in his powerful hairy arms and carried him to his sumptuous peacock shaped bed.

Raoul felt as if he was in an erotic dream surrounded by the lights of the flickering candles and the sensuousness of the silk sheets.

“Erik? “

“I’m here” the Erik said holding a glass bottle in his hand.

“What is that? “Raoul asked.

“Pleasure” Erik said opening the bottle releasing an intoxicating aroma from within

Raoul breathed in the elixir that made every inch of his body tingle.

“Turn over” the phantom commanded.

Raoul did as the phantom said.

“Beautiful” Eric whispered as he poured the oil on the young officer’s back side.

“Oh yes”

Raoul felts the phantom’s hands massage his back.

“More”

The phantom caressed Raoul’s ass cheeks

“Please”

Raoul felt Erik’s fingers penetrating his butt hole.

“Oh God” Raoul moaned as the phantoms fingered fucked him.

The phantom poured the oil on his cock.

“Are you ready? “

“Fuck me “Raoul pleaded spreading his butt cheeks.

The phantom penetrated Raoul

“Ahh” Raoul felt pain, but the oil made it pleasurable too.

The phantom fucked the man who had been his rival for Christine’s love.

‘Oh yes” Raoul reached down and began to stroke his own cock.

“Do you love me” Erik asked.

“Yes!” Raoul said as he felt the hard shaft inside him.

The phantom turned Raoul over, so they were now face to face.

“Look at me and say it” the phantom.

Raoul stared at the disfigured visage, but the effect of the oil had made it seemed as if Erik’s face had become beautiful.

‘Fuck me!”

Raoul wrapped his strong legs around Erik.

“Love me! “Erik said as he felt his cock vibrating inside Raoul.

“I want you!’ Raoul was furiously pumping his dick.

“Forever” the phantom felt his cock ejaculate inside Raoul.

“Yes love” Raoul ejaculated his hot cum splashing across his chest.

The two men collapsed on the bed.

“That was so good my love” Raoul said.

The two men kissed.

Erik felt lost in a romantic dream that he had only witnessed on the stage of the opera. Is this real love? He thought.

“What are you thinking about?” Raoul said.

“I thought what I wanted was that girl but now I realized it was a man I needed.”

Erik leaned in to kiss Raoul when he stopped and listened to a distant sound.

“What’s wrong? “

“Can’t you hear the voices?” Erik said.

The angry crowd is heard in the distance.

“Christine must have gotten help,” Raoul said.

“They will never get through I sealed the doors” Erik said pointing to the entrance.

“Is there another way out? “Raoul asked.

“Yes, through the tunnel to the river” Erik pointed in the direction of the canals.

“Let go now! “Raoul said pulling on his trousers.

“I can’t go out there!”

“They will kill you if you stay! “

“There is no place but the dark for me “

“Not anymore “Raoul said holding Erik’s hand

The crowd was pounding at the door.

“But where can we go?”

“My house outside of Paris” Raoul said.

Erik gathered his manuscripts and threw them in the boat.

“I’ll start a fire that will keep them out.’

Raoul knocked over a candelabrum setting a tapestry on fire.

“Hurry!” Erik shouted as he cut the rope that held the gondola in place.

Raoul leap onto the boat as it began to move out of the chamber that was ablaze with the fire.

The crowd stopped when confronted with the inferno.

Erik guided the boat as Raul used an oar to make their escape faster.

“There it is!” Erik said pointing to the opening that led into the river.

“The crowd will think you died in the fire,” Raoul said standing next to Erik.

“But what about you? “Erik asked.

“I will turn up and later tell them I manage to escape.”

The boat had drifted onto the river.

“The sun will rise soon,” Raoul said.

“I’m going to miss Christine’s voice.”

“But you have not heard me sing” Raoul said smiling.

The two men kissed one more time as the sun rose over Paris.

Erik could hear a new melody forming in his head; it would not be the music of the night but of hope for new beginnings.

The End

I woke up sometime in the middle of the night desperate to pee. Just a few coals were glowing in the fire but the heat from having Tyler and Mark cuddled up next to and on top of me had kept all of us plenty warm.  As gently as I could, I lifted Tyler off of me and slid out of the bed. Both dad and son shifted themselves in their sleep. Naked, Mark spooned Tyler tightly. It was a sweet and sexy sight. 

I tip toed to the bathroom and tried the light switch. The power was back on.  Looking at myself in the mirror I could only shake my head thinking of the events that had happened the night before. I ran my hands over my face, asking myself if I could believe how everything had unfolded so naturally. I could still smell Mark’s butt on my fingers. 

Trying not to make too much noise I aimed my cock at the side of the toilet and began pissing. I heard Mark bump into the door, shuffling still half asleep into the bathroom to stand next to me. He put his hand on my shoulder as he drew himself close to me. He aimed his flaccid thick cock at the bowl and started peeing, crossing my stream.

“The boy is out cold,” Mark said, “I wonder how bad the blizzard is?”

“What time do you think it is?,” I shook the last few drops out of my cock.

“Good question, 4:00?, Maybe 5:00.” 

His piss stream thinned, slowed and stopped with a few dribbles. We stepped away from the toilet. Looking adorably sleepy, Mark shifted himself to hug me. I felt a warm leftover drop of piss transfer to my thigh. I was sure I was doing the same. Holding each other, uncaring, almost enjoying being marked by the other’s piss was a kind of intimacy that I hadn’t felt in some time. Mark sighed and then began to hum a tune quietly and began to sway, a kind of slow dance of sorts. We moved like that in slow circles in the large bathroom. I was only half sure I was awake. “You sleepy? Do you need to go back to bed or should we leave junior here and go find some breakfast and see how bad it is out there?,” Mark Whispered while we swayed together. 

Before we left, Mark pulled some blankets over Tyler. The boy never stirred. Closing the door gently behind us, Mark said, “He’ll sleep in as long as we let him.” With that we went off to again explore the hotel.

In the lobby there was an entryway that had one set of glass doors off the lobby and another set of glass doors that led out to the outside. We could see snow was piled up to about 3 feet and the wind was blowing hard enough to shake the outside doors. It was difficult to discern the time. The snow bounced the moonlight around as it came down in large flakes making it almost bright as daylight. The storm was beautiful and fierce. It had given me one of the best nights of my life so I was on it’s side. If I were trapped in here for weeks with this sexy father and son duo, then let it snow.

Mark had found us some breakfast things, bagels, fruit, doughnuts from the kitchen pantry and piled a selection on to a tray. There was a love seat and coffee table in a cozy nook of the lobby where we could sit and watch the snow fall. Mark patted the cushion, “Have a seat and I’ll make us some coffee.” This hotel was like our personal empty mansion. Mark returned with a pot of coffee and a couple mugs a few minutes later.

“Thanks, I could get used to this,” I joked as he poured a cup for me. He replied with a grin and poured a cup for himself. We ate and drank our coffees in silence for a while, just taking in the warmth of each other, slightly hypnotized by the falling snow and the remaining pot in our systems. 

Caught up in some recollection what happened last night, I saw Mark shake his head again in disbelief like he had after the first episode in the jacuzzi. “Last night was crazy,” he said in a near whisper.

“Do you want to talk about it?,” I asked, realizing for the first time that this man’s entire life had just changed over night. I put both arms around him and held him like that as we continued to watch the snow. After a while, Mark exhaled and began to speak.

“I guess not. At least not right now. I was looking inside to see if I feel bad or feel any negative anything about it but I can’t.  I don’t think it’s the pot either. I feel like I had a rock in my shoe but I hadn’t noticed until it was gone. Like a problem was solved at the same time I noticed it was a problem.” He shook his head vigorously, took a giant bite of doughnut and that was that. Mark was gay, had just tag teamed his virgin son and was eating his breakfast peacefully. This calm, thoughtful examination and communication was really something I could get used to.

There was a television in the lobby.  We checked on the situation with the blizzard. The airport was closed and would be closed for at least the next three days. The highway that our hotel was off of was also closed to traffic in both directions. Road crews were working on downtown streets but the message was to stay home unless you could walk to where you were going. Mark, Tyler and I weren’t going anywhere anytime soon. 

“Darn,” Mark said. He smiled and ran his hand through my chest hair until finding my nipple, pinching it gently.

“Darn,” I echoed. I leaned back and opened the tie on my robe and spread out my arms inviting Mark to touch me all he wanted. His hands moved around my chest and stomach. He bent in to kiss my chest and flick my nipples with his tongue. He pushed the robe off my shoulder and lifted my arm above my head. He moved his head to explore my armpit, rubbing his face there, collecting my smell on his morning stubble. He then moved up to kiss my neck and finally my lips. I was face to face with my strong musky scent that lingered on his face. “Man I stink,” I said after our kiss ended.

Mark nodded, “You stink good.” He rubbed his face in my other pit, bringing his face back for a repeat kiss.  He straddled my lap on the loveseat. He shrugged off his robe and lifted his arm to smell under them. Crinkling his nose at his own strong smell he suggested  “Maybe we do need a shower. We can take one in my room, maybe let Junior sleep some more?”

In the shower, Mark washed me between kisses. I was still sleepy from the prior night’s activities and was moving slow and clumsily. Mark’s touch made me feel really taken care of. I relaxed against him as he used his hands to throughly and gently massage my scalp with the hotel shampoo. I tried to return the favor but Mark stopped me and asked if he could just take this time to explore my body. “I never have been able to touch a man like this,” He smiled sheepishly, “Now I get why Tyler couldn’t keep his hands off of you.”  I wasn’t going to argue. He moved behind me to continue his sensual, loving exploration. Mark reached around me, resting his head on my shoulder. He lifted my balls in his hands, gently rubbed them with his fingers. Mark washed under them, letting his fingers spread the soap into my butt crack. Gently probing me there with his fingers. Reaching through my legs from behind he kneaded and pulled on my cock, making me moan softly as he was sure to wash away the slime and dried cum, remnants from last night. When he was finished there, he knelt down, gripped my calves in his soapy hands, massaging the muscles there. Like this, he slowly worked his way up, washing and massaging me until I was clean and profoundly relaxed.  Mark held me under the shower spray, using his skilled hands to help rinse the soap from me. When he was done he turned me to face him and kissed me sweetly. 

“All clean,” he said as he gently patted me on my behind, “Why don’t you hop out while I finish up?” 

I stepped out to allow Mark to finish his shower. After I dried myself I hopped up and sat on the bathroom counter,  watching Mark soap up his hands and run them through his thick fur. He turned away from me and bent slightly, his soapy fingers dug into his furry butt crack and rubbed his hole clean. He turned again, facing away from the shower head and bent more, reaching back to spread his cheeks so the warm water could wash away any soap there. It was hot watching this man’s intimate shower routine.  When he was done he opened the door and grabbed a towel from the nearby hook. 

“Doesn’t that thing ever go down?” Mark chided as he pointed to my hard on. I hadn’t even noticed but wasn’t surprised that after watching Mark my cock had woken up more than I had. He was just so fucking sexy. 

“Be quiet and turn around. I want to watch that side of the show now.” I half joked, half ordered.

“Yes Sir!,” He said and turned around, slowly bending down to dry his lower legs, putting his golden furred, muscle butt on full display. I loved how the hair just above his crack was thicker than the rest of his back hair and stood in a curly tuft. I remembered tugging at it as we made out in the hotel restaurant last night. He slowly raised himself slightly pivoting at his waist to stretch, causing the muscles from his calves up to his glutes, his back, his shoulders and his deliciously furry arms to bulge and flex as he reached up toward the ceiling. My cock was not just hard again, it was starting to get slick.

 “Turn back around and put your hands on you head” I said louder and more sternly than expected.” Mark looked over his shoulder with a raised eyebrow, rested his towel so it hung from his neck and did as he was told. When he faced me I noticed his cock had caught up to mine and was standing proud. We should have been exhausted but we were still obviously hungry for more. I was happy that this was turning him on as well. I hopped down and closed the distance between us getting close to him but making sure there was no contact just yet. I brought my face near his and Mark opened his mouth and moved to kiss me. I moved my face away, he tried to chase me with his mouth but, being shorter, he wasn’t able to. He let out a soft whine. His hands stayed on his head as I had commanded. 

 “What do you want, boy?,” I asked enjoying the frustration he was experiencing.

“Please,” Mark whispered. We were so close I could feel his hot breath on my mustache.

“Please what, Boy?” I asked fighting my own desperate urge to kiss the man. 

“Please kiss me, sir,” Mark said in a hungry gruff.

“Keep your hands on your head boy.” I said and slowly ran my tongue lightly on the top lip of Mark’s mouth. He pushed his tongue out to meet mine. I withdrew eliciting another breathy whine. 

“Sorry Sir,” he said. When he stopped squirming, I again began slowly dragging the tip of my tongue across his lip. He groaned and opened his mouth slightly but didn’t try again to rush it or me. He remained still, waiting for me to deliver my kiss. The waiting was hard for me too. When I couldn’t wait any longer, I pushed my tongue into him. Placing my left hand atop his own hands I pulled his mouth against mine as our tongues slid together, our lips smacking. My other hand sought out the tuft of hair on his lower back. I caught our reflection in the mirror. Him standing at attention, me holding him, us kissing deeply. His thick body was twitching with occasional shivers of pleasure. Involuntarily, humping the air, Mark pushed his hard cock into my thigh momentarily before I stepped away and playfully slapped it hard enough that a string of pre-cum whipped up and around from it to land on his lower stomach, leaving a wet web from his cock head to his belly button. 

“Stay. It’s time for your own private lesson,” I said flatly and left the bathroom with a towel wrapped around me. I looked around while I left Mark to stew in the excitement of what I had planned. A closed suitcase lay on the valet in the closet, a few pressed shirts hung on hangers above it. On one of the beds, was an open duffel bag with clothes tossed around it. I poked around in it and found a pair of cut off sweat shorts that were too small to be Mark’s and must be his son, Tyler’s. I grabbed them and put them behind me as I sat in the arm chair and called out for Mark. “Leave your hands on your head and come here, boy.” I said using my lower, deeper sex voice.

Mark entered the room as commanded. He moved slowly, his thick cock bounced with every step, spilling more pre-cum. My breath hitched. I wonder if I would every get used to the sight of him. The force of my attraction to him was unsettling. Where was this going, how far could I take this, was I falling in love? Before I could think too much more, my attention was pulled to the thick hair that flared from his armpits. His entire body was covered in golden hair, thicker in his pits, his crotch and in the center of his chest. He definitely worked out often. His body was strong and thick. Wherever this was going, there was one thing I knew, I wanted to fuck every part of this man. I had to remind myself that less than 24 hours ago Mark had thought of himself as a straight, stand-up father. Now he was standing naked and posed for another man’s viewing pleasure, following orders and even calling me “Sir.” What had Mark done last night that he had never done before? I took a quick inventory in my head. He had held and pumped his son’s mouth on my cock. We had kissed, a lot. He had gotten blown by his son. He had gotten rimmed by both his son and I. I had had two fingers buried in his hot virgin hole when he shot his load on his son’s tongue and face. He had jerked my cock until he made me shoot my own load on his son’s face. It was probably the first time he had stroked a cock other than his own. He had eaten his son’s hole and then held Tyler while I took the boy’s cherry. Lastly, he had shoved that beer can cock up his son’s tight little hole until he added his cum to mine. What was left for him to try? There was a lot.

“Get over here. On your knees.” I said, reminding myself of the moment when Mark had given his son a similar order last night. Without taking his hands from his head, Mark slowly lowered himself to his knees a couple feet from where I stood. His slow controlled movements again caused his muscles to extend and contract for my continued viewing enjoyment. 

I brought up my right foot and planted it solidly in the center of his chest. Mark’s eyes lowered to look at it but he did not move his head or his hands. I moved my foot to toe his nipple, Mark’s eyes closed as he let out a soft moan. I raised my foot higher and rested it on his strong shoulder as if he were a foot stool. He didn’t move his hands from his head but pressed his cheek into my foot lovingly.  I opened my legs wide, allowing the towel to slide up my thighs enough so he could see the effect he was having on me. Licking his bottom lip, Mark let out a deep growl as he watched hungrily. 

“Patience, Boy.  We’re going to start from the bottom up.” Again Mark raised his eyebrow but I was encouraged by his low moans and rigid, leaking cock enough that I pushed forward. I gently lifted my foot to rest the arch of it on his panting mouth. His tongue darted against it tentatively. It was my turn to groan in response to the deliciously drawn out introduction to Mark’s submissive side. Cautiously he began to explore my foot with his tongue. It was a sexy sight, this short hunk on his knees, following orders to do things he had probably never considered.  It didn’t take him long to warm up to it and soon he was taking firmer swipes with his tongue. My feet were wet with his spit as he licked and grunted around them. When there wasn’t anywhere on my foot that’s tongue hadn’t reached, he raised himself enough so he could slowly suck my big toe into his mouth, moving his lips up and down sucking it as if it were a small cock. I unwrapped my towel, slowly wanking myself while Mark used his mouth and tongue to taste and lick around my foot, moaning as he did. After a bit of this, I switched feet. Mark treated the left as he did the right. I continued to jerk myself, watching the stud gorge on my toes until I grew too tired to hold my foot up.

“Lower you hands to the floor so you’re on your hands and knees” He complied, now licking the tops of my feet, occasionally rubbing, tenderly, his cheek against my right foot and then my left. The angle of his body forced his butt up.  I concentrated my view on the thick tuft of hair just above his ass crack. I enjoyed the feeling of his hungry tongue pushing between my toes as my hand  moved faster on my cock. 

“Rest your forehead on the floor and put your hands behind your back, keep your butt up.” Mark complied. I kept fisting my cock as I stood. Mark’s eye’s tried to follow my movements but he stayed face down, ass up. I walked around behind him and ran my toe through his hairy crack. The hair there was hot and sweaty from the exertion of his efforts and the excitement they caused. I poked my toe at his damp, tight opening, using his sweat to nudge and rub around it.  Mark moaned into the floor. I had already had my fingers in his hole, and had taken a taste of it myself while helping his son eat him out. I thought about going back for seconds of that hot furry hole but I wanted to see how far Mark was willing to go with this. He looked so sexy ass up, his sweaty, wet hole twitching against my toe.  Stopping myself before I ejaculated all over him, I switched from tugging to rhythmically squeezing my leaking cock head. I wanted this to last forever.

On the chair, Tyler’s sweat shorts caught my eye and I reached over Mark to collect them. I told Mark to stand up. His fat cock was rock hard and pulsing with every beat of his heart. His balls were pulled up tight. He was sweaty and panting with excitement. He looked like he also was close to popping. 

“Put these on, boy.” I held out his son’s shorts. 

“Those are Tyler’s, Adam…I mean, Sir. Sir, they are too small for me.” He said looking at the shorts in my hand. 

“Put these on boy,” I repeated calmly. Shrugging, Mark began putting his legs in the shorts. He pulled them on stretching the too small sweat shorts over his ass cheeks and then pushed his erection to one side so that he could stuff the beer can cock into them. On Mark, the sweat shorts were obscene. Stretched to accommodate Mark’s 34” waist, the legs were pulled up into very short shorts. Every detail of Mark’s cock and balls was visible as it pulsed against the fabric of his son’s too tight shorts. A growing wet spot emerged where the head of Mark’s cock was mashed tight against them. In the back, Mark’s developed glutes had swallowed the material where they met and his ass was on display in explicit detail. I groaned at the sight. I again began fisting my cock almost involuntarily in response to the hot sight of Mark in his son’s shorts.

“Lay on your back with your hands at your sides” I commanded. He lowered himself to the carpeted floor as he was told. I planted my feet on either side of his head, standing over his prostrate body. “Open your mouth” I ordered and mark stretched his mouth wide, willing to accept any part of me I wanted to put in it. I reached down, took the root of my cock in my hand and squeezing the fleshy tube milked out a long string of pre-cum, that slowly fell from my piss slit into Marks mouth, pooling on his tongue. He let out another groan, his hands stirred at his sides wanting to touch himself but waiting for his next order. The wet spot on the too tight shorts grew steadily. Once the deposit stopped flowing from me he closed his mouth, moaning as he ran his tongue around to taste the sweet offering. I watched his adam’s apple bob as he swallowed.

“Thank you, sir.” He moaned and opened his mouth wide again, wanting more. That made me smile. I lowered my face to look at him and this time, instead of pre-cum, I slowly released some of my saliva to slowly fall into his mouth. Mark took it willingly. His cock was tenting the short shorts to the point that the waist was pulled out from his stomach, allowing me to see the base of his twitching leaking prick as it struggled to release itself from the confines of his son’s shorts. “Thank you, sir.” Again, Mark opened his mouth as soon as he swallowed.

I switched my feet so I was facing in the other direction still with my feet on either side of his head. Looking up, I knew he could see my hairy nut sack, the underside of my cock and where my legs met, my taint and hairy asshole. I slowly lowered myself down to crouch above his face. My balls made contact with his chin and he swiped widely at them with his tongue. He bathed them with his spit and tried his best to open wide enough for the both of them to drop in but could only mouth one at a time. He licked from there and under my balls. I moved lower and planted my asshole on his open mouth. Without hesitation, Mark’s tongue began licking me there frantically. It felt amazing and I watched my cock bob and leak more pre-cum that landed in the stud’s chest hair. I tugged and rolled his nipples in my hands as he ate my hole. Pushing his tongue into it, lifting his head of the floor to get it deeper.  It was fucking amazing. I couldn’t hold out much longer. I raised myself off of the studs face. Just like before when I denied him my mouth to kiss, he tried to chase my hole with his tongue as it retreated away from him.

“Get on you knees, hands behind your back.” Mark did so quickly, his eyes glued to my crotch as I beat myself a couple inches away from his face. Mark moaned and opened his mouth, running his tongue across his bottom lip. 

“What do you want, boy?” I asked rapidly approaching orgasm.

“I want your cum, Sir.” He said and then opened his mouth even wider. The pheromones from this man must send my balls into sperm production overload. Even after last night’s events I splashed a generous load in and around Mark’s mouth. He stayed there, panting with his mouth agape, face covered in my cum, still with his hands behind his back. 

“Thank you, Sir.” I pulled his cum covered mouth down on my cock. Mark greedily ran his tongue over my cock head, finding any left over cum there to swallow. It occurred to me that this was the first time that Mark had a cock in his mouth. I wondered if I could cum again but the tanks were finally empty. We’d have to get to Mark’s own cock sucking lesson another time. For now he settled on lapping at the relaxing cock.

“Stand up, Boy.” He did, some my cum still dripping from his chin. I put my arm around Mark and pulled him to face the full length mirror. 

“Oh fuuuuck,” He groaned at the sight of himself grotesquely tenting his son’s pre-cum soaked shorts, face covered in cum, dripping down to his chest hair in shiny wet threads. I reached around and used the material of Tyler’s shorts to slowly pump his cock while we both watched in the mirror. After just a few slow strokes, Mark turned to grunt open mouthed against my neck. The wet spot on his shorts grew larger and cum seeped through the material. Mark fell against me and I held him there, our eyes locked in the mirror as his breath slowed and we watched each other fall in love.

“I want more, Sir.” Fuck, I had made a monster.

“Adam,” offering my name instead of Sir, as I kissed his sweaty forehead, trying to transition us back to a more sustainable level of arousal. “I don’t know if I have any more left, Mark,” I confessed, as I gently held his cock, as it slowly deflated in the shorts. I brought his attention back to his reflection. “You’re a sex mess, babe. Let me run you a bath, return some of the attention you gave me in the shower.” 

Grabbing my elbow me as I turned to head to the bathroom, Mark locked eyes as he lowered himself back to his knees, and opened his mouth wide again. My cock, satiated, had deflated. “Mark,” I said patiently and tussled his hair, “I have to pee.” But he didn’t let go. He pressed his face against my crotch and gave my cock a sexy smooch and looked up at me with puppy dog eyes.

“I want more, Sir,” He said again with conviction before gently closing his lips around the head of my flaccid cock head. Unable to resist this man, my cock started to get hard when I realized what it was that he wanted. I raised my eyebrows to question his assuredness. Was he sure? Without ever breaking eye contact or releasing my cock from his mouth, he nodded slowly and released my elbow and put is hands behind his back submissively. I wasn’t exactly sure myself but my cock was quickly swelling at the thought. If I was going to give it to him, I had better start before I got much harder. I looked down at Mark again. Again, he nodded, still looking up at me, impatiently waiting.

I put my hands on the crown of his head and gently held it in place as I relaxed and began releasing a stream of piss on his tongue. His eyes widened and he clamped his mouth tighter around the head of my cock. He started swallowing hungrily, moaning all the while. His arms came around, reaching for his crotch briefly before returning behind him. Whimpering, his eyes narrowed, begging for permission. I nodded and he quickly yanked his cock from the tight shorts and quickly jerked himself to an orgasm that splashed my feet as he swallowed all I had until the well dried up. He hadn’t missed a drop. I helped him to his feet, and peeled down Tyler’s cum soaked shorts, tossing them back where I found them. Mark looked fully spent, slightly teetering before I collected him into a tight embrace. I felt a familiar wetness on my thigh. I began to hum quietly as I began to sway with Mark, slow dancing us into the bathroom, pausing only to start the bath.  

Circle of Amour

An M/M Urban Erotic Novella

By Junior 69

Chapter One

I had just closed my barber shop for the day and was about to do inventory when my cellphone rang.   It was my girlfriend, Trineece. I answered it, fully prepared to for her to nag me to pick her up some wings from the Chinese place or a pint of Ben and Jerry’s from the grocery store, something she could have easily gone and gotten herself, but I had my girl spoiled as hell.

“Hey, baby, I’ll be home soon as I finish doing inventory. What do you want me to bring ya?”

“I am not at our apartment,” she said with tears in her voice. “And I am not coming back there ever again. Fuck you, Quamie!”

“Baby, what the hell; where is this coming from?”   I was completely confused.  Trineece and I had been in a good place for a long time, especially the last moth because we found out that we were going to be parents. My Baby was having a baby and I was the happiest man in the world.

“I did the laundry this morning. There was blood and nut in your underwear! You out here getting fucked in the ass by niggas while you got me pregnant!  That is some straight up foul shit, Quamie!

“Baby let me explain” I said, then realized there was no way that I could explain. How the hell could I tell her that my male cousin fucked me last night and that we had been fucking each other since we were teenagers?

“Explain what, mother fucker?!   Here I am going the fuck to school trying to get this cosmetology license, so that I can be the neck that supports the head of this family and the so-called head is a whole faggot getting his asshole busted open by other niggas.”

“Trineece, baby, please let me explain.” I said again still not sure how the hell I was going to explain this shit.

“I don’t want to hear whatever bullshit is about to come out of your mouth, Quamie. Bloody cum stains! How the fuck can you explain bloody cum stains in the ass part of your underwear? That is some foul ass shit! It would be bad enough if you were out here fucking around on me with other bitches, but Goddamn if you ain’t out here getting fucked like a bitch! Nah, God needed me to do laundry this morning and find that trifling shit in your underwear, so that I could wake the hell up and get the fuck away from you before I got in this shit too deep.”

“Trineece, you ain’t gotta leave, I just need to explain.”

“Explain what? You about to give me some sob ass story about how you are afraid to be an out faggot because your family might judge you, so you are out here sneak dicking? Mother fucker there is no excuse for that shit! You’re out here getting fucked in the ass raw dog and coming home fucking me. You were endangering my mother fucken life.  You didn’t give a shit about me!”

“No! I fucked up Trineece, but I swear to God on my dead Grandma, I love you and our baby. Just let me fix this.”

“You ain’t gotta fix shit. I fixed it. Ain’t no more Goddamn baby!”

“Trineece, stop playing!”  I felt dizzy. I quickly sat down in my barber’s chair. It did not do much to stop the room from spinning.

“I didn’t want to do that.” She said sobbing uncontrollably “I could not bring no baby into this bullshit and I needed to make sure that I no longer had a reason to fuck with you, Quamie.”

“Trineece, stop playing.” I said again.  Beads of sweat broke out all over my body. I felt sick to the stomach. 

 Please God, let her just be saying that shit to spite me. Even if she never spoke to me again, Please God, let her be lying about getting rid of our baby.

“What part of this shit does it sound like I am playing about?  I was not about to be that dumb, blind bitch that keeps having babies with a down low, faggot ass nigga. Yes, I had an abortion. I have had myself tested and I swear on my dead baby, if your nasty ass gave me anything, I’m ending your mother fucken life.”

“Trineece__________”

“Don’t worry, I ain’t going to tell nobody your dirty little secret. I ain’t trying to have my name out there for having ever been that bitch.”

“Trineece. I am sorry, just please____”

“Ain’t no Goddamn please, Quamie.  I had the landlord take my name off the lease. Anything I left there, throw it away. As soon as I hang up with you, I am changing my number. You are dead to me, just like our baby.  Learn from this fuck up, Quamie. Please do not put another female through this shit. You are a grown ass 25-year-old man who owns his own business, if you prefer dick, then get you a nigga, be with him, and leave bitches the fuck alone. Goodbye, Quamie.”

She hung up before I could respond.

Goddamn, I had really fucked things up. The one thing that I had been looking forward to the most, had been taken away from me forever.

I sat in that chair and cried, loudly, knowing that my baby would never be born into this world to shed a tear, and it was all my fault.  I had fucked up.  All these years of keeping my two lives separated, I fucked it up by getting pissy drunk with my cousin Chris and not remembering to make him use a condom when our drunken foolery resulted in hot, nasty sex.

 

I stared at my straight edge razor.  I was well known for my ability to cut hair and give the tightest fades, shaves, and edge ups. The razor I held had never been used on a customer. My Older cousin, Jerod, gave it to me six years ago, when I opened my barber shop.

I owe everything I am to my cousin, Jerod. He taught me everything that I know about cutting hair and paid my barber school tuition to ensure that I would have a career.  I love my cousin; really love him.

My cousin died in a car crash a year and a half ago. He had only been 30 years old. I was in the car when it happened. I was sucking his dick when he swerved off the road and the car crashed into a tree. He was ejected through the window and died from the impact of hitting that big ass oak. I survived.

 

Damn, my recklessness with this homo shit had costed me my cousin and my baby. Trineece was right, I was foul as fuck.  I did not deserve to live and quite frankly, I wanted to die.

I pressed the razor against my wrist. There were so many tears in my eyes I could barely see what I was doing. I had just pressed the blade against my wrist to make a cut when my lil’ Cousin, Jayson, who should’ve gone home, entered the shop.

“Quamie, I am glad you haven’t dipped yet… Quamie, what the fuck?!” He wrenched the razor out of my hand and threw it across the shop.   I collapsed in his arms, crying.   I don’t know what made him return to the shop, but that little nigga saved my life.

 

 

Chapter Two

I was in no shape to drive. Jayson drove me home in his used Acura Legend that he had proudly purchased with the money that he had saved from cleaning up my barber shop each day.

He had to help me in and out of the car. When we got to my apartment, he had to unlock the door because I was so numb, I could not even get my hands to function.

He sat me down on the foot of my bed.  

“I’ll be right back in just a minute.” He said stepping into my main bathroom.

I heard him dial somebody on his cellphone. My heart began to race. Was he going to have me committed? 

“Hey Mama. Look, I am not coming home tonight, so you ain’t gotta wait up. I went back to the shop to get my sneakers and Quamie was really sick. I drove him home and I am going to stay here tonight and look after him. Mama, I do not know where Trineece is, I just know she is not here and Cuz is not in any shape to be by himself. Okay, love you, kiss Daddy for me, I will be home tomorrow.” 

He came back into the bedroom where I was still sitting on the foot of the bed staring into space, hurting like hell, and regretting everything.   Jayson sat down beside me.

“I’m guessing that episode back there in the shop correlates with why Trineece isn’t here.”

“I fucked up, Cuz.”

“Okay, you fucked up, that is no reason to try and take your life.”

“I lost the woman I love.”

“Nigga, you know damn well Trineece ain’t going to leave you for good. How many times has she got mad, moved out only to come back a couple of hours or days later?”

“She made sure she’s not coming back. She aborted the baby.”

“Goddamn, Quamie; why the hell did she do that?”

“Because I had blood and nut in my underwear.”  I was overtaken with another sobbing spell.

“Damn, Cuz.” He said wrapping his arms around me.

“I fucked up.”

“You fucked up, but she’s fucked up. She killed your fucken baby. I do not care if your asshole was split to the white meat, that shit did not warrant her aborting the baby. Do not blame yourself for that shit, Cuz. I know it hurts and you are feeling fucked up now, but your actions in no way warranted her reaction. That just wasn’t the bitch you were meant to spend your life with.”

“Nah, cuz. I know her. She ain’t do that shit out of spite. She did it out of hurt.”

“She did not have to abort that baby. The baby was innocent in all of this.”

“She wanted to make sure she never had a reason to come back to me. Don’t talk bad about her, Little JIT, I heard it in her voice, that shit is killing her inside.”

“It still doesn’t warrant you trying to kill yourself. Promise me you won’t do that shit again, Quamie, promise me.”

There was fear and panic in his eyes.  Me and Jayson had become really close since he had started working in my shop this past summer. Jayson was 17 and in his senior year of high school.

“I promise cuz. I was in a fucked-up place when you found me but thank God that you did.” 

“That shit scared the hell out of me; I ain’t even gonna lie.”

“Thank you for showing up when I needed someone the most.” I kissed him on the cheek.  It was meant to be an innocent gesture, but I should have known that any show of affection from me towards Jayson was going to elicit a sexual reaction.

He grabbed my crotch and started sucking on my neck. For a moment it felt good, but then all the shit came crashing back over me.

“Jayson stop!” I shouted pushing him away.  He looked hurt almost on the verge of tears. The lil JIT was just trying to make me feel better and I hurt his feelings.  Why couldn’t I ever do shit right? “I’m sorry,” I apologized. “I’m just not in the mood for that right now.”

“I was just trying to help.” He sulked.

“You helped when you came back to the shop to get your sneakers. You helped when you drove me home. You helped by being here talking to me.” I pulled him into my embrace. “I am not rejecting you; I am just not in the mood right now, Cuz.”

“I thought I’d did something wrong.”

“No, you did everything right. Look, it is late.  Let us get some sleep so we will not be fucking shit up in the shop tomorrow.

“Okay.” He said getting up to go into the living room and sleep on the sofa like he usually did when he stayed over at my place.

“Cuz, you can sleep in here with me.” I said.

“Really?” He asked barely able to contain his excitement.

“Yes, but all we’re going to do is sleep; understand?”

“Okay, Quamie.” He said stripping down to his boxer briefs right in front of me. I almost went back on my word right then and there.

 

Chapter Three

Like clockwork, I woke up at exactly six in the morning with sunlight shining through the window and morning wood shining through the hole in my boxers.  The need to urinate further enhanced my raging erection.  I got out of bed to go relieve myself.  I looked back over at Jayson who was butt ass naked, asleep on his back with his legs parted slightly.

 I went to the bathroom and relieved myself.  I took the bottle of baby oil from the sink and lubed my dick until it looked like a limousine on prom night: long, black, and shiny.  I went back into the bedroom and damn if that nigga did not have his arms and legs spread eagle across the bed. His eyes were still closed, feigning sleep.  His ding- a – ling was jumping up and down in anticipation.

I climbed onto the bed and raised his legs over my shoulders. I jammed my dick in so hard, his eyes darted open.

“Quamie!”  He shrieked

“Just making sure your little sneaky ass was awake.” I teased. I let his legs fall around my waist. He wrapped his arms around my neck.

“Please Quamie.” He purred. “Please, just this once make love to me; don’t just fuck me. I swear, I won’t ask again.”

Damn, that shit was a no -no, but there wasn’t any way in the hell I could refuse this little nigga who had wrestled a sharp ass razor out of my hand to keep me from killing myself.

“Just this once.” I whispered.  I let my tongue collide with his. Slowly, gently, I moved in and out of him. 

I ain’t going to lie, that shit had me all in my feelings. I loved that lil nigga. If I was Gay-gay, and he wasn’t my cousin, he would straight up be my boyfriend.

Tears rolled down both of our cheeks.

“Oh, Quamie, I’m in love with you, Quamie!” He moaned as went inside him deep and came.

“I’m in love with you too.” I admitted.  We kissed for a while longer with me still inside of him, then the shit started to feel wrong.

I rolled off of him and sat up on the side of the bed.

“We cannot do that anymore.” I said sternly before getting up to go and take a shower.

 

The warm water and Irish Spring helped me to wash away the awkwardness that I felt. I was vulnerable and my vulnerability had allowed me to cross a line that I should never have crossed.  

My late cousin, Jerod gave me and a few other cousins a special gift that we share to this day.  We call ourselves the Circle of Amor.  Our little clique consists of me, my cousin Chris, our older cousin, Cooley and our younger cousin, Jabari. There was also one other cousin in the circle.  The problem was that that one mother fucker was ungrateful and almost fucked all of it up. I ain’t even going to speak his name because I do not like to remember the day that he was dealt with. Plus, I feel hella guilty whenever my Auntie comes around crying and wondering where he is, why he will not reach out to the family, and why he will not just come home.   Jayson was not supposed to be a part of our circle.  I went against everyone else in our circle’s orders and allowed myself to give in to Jayson’s advances.  None of them know what me and Jayson have going on, but Jayson knows all about the circle.

 Before he died, my cousin, Jerod, had started to train Jayson up to be a part of our circle.   I made the decision not to tell the others about Jayson because, lowkey I did not want to share him and, I feared for his safety. My cousin Chris was adamant that Jayson could not be a part of us, and I knew what he was capable of doing in order to maintain our secret.

I dried off and wrapped the towel around my waist. I needed to talk to Jayson before we left for work.

He was not in the bedroom. I checked the living room and the kitchen. He was gone. Goddamn it!  My car was at the shop.

I dressed, brushed my teeth and hair and headed out to walk five blocks to my barbershop.   The morning air felt great to my lungs. I needed to walk more often.  I hoped that Jayson had decided to ditch work today.  With everything that had gone down in the past twelve hours, I just wanted a smooth workday free of drama.

 

Chapter Four

Jayson came to work but he was not there to have any shit with me. He went about his work without speaking to me, not even when I instructed him to go clean up a certain area. Every so often I would catch him looking at me all glassy eyed.

I had finished my last customer around the time I closed the shop to take a lunch break. I figured that would be a good time to have a heart to heart with Jayson about this morning.  That opportunity was stolen when my cousin Jabari came into the shop followed by a petite, loud talking, lights skinned girl with a baby in her right arm.

“Yo, somebody get this chick away from me!”  He pleaded

“Where Breon?” she shrieked.  “Tell me where the fuck Breon is, that’s all you gotta do.”   

The baby was surprisingly unfazed by his loud ass mama.

“I don’t fucken know.” Said Jabari. “I haven’t seen that nigga in over a year.”

“Okay, so you did see him that night? Breon texted me and said he’d pick me up after he left your cousin’s barbershop. That was April 15, 2019.   It is April 19, 2020, mother fucker, and ain’t nobody seen or heard from him. He missed his high school graduation, he missed enrolling in college, and he missed his son being born in December. These were all things that Breon was looking forward to.”

“I don’t know where he is Takeisha.” Lied Jabari, pleading with his eyes for me to come and put an end to his interrogation.

“Takeisha, our cousin has been missing for a year, you don’t think we’re feeling the same way that you are? We want to know where the hell Breon is too, but we don’t.” I said

“Did Breon or did Breon not come to this barbershop last April because that’s where he told me he was going in his text. He said he had to meet Jabari over here for something and he would come pick me up to go to the movies as soon as he was through.” 

“Yeah, he came in. He spoke to everybody. He didn’t even stay long enough to have a drink or smoke some weed because he said that he had a date.”    I lied

“I could be wrong, but something is telling me that both of you niggers are full of shit.”

“Takeisha, I swear we don’t know any more than you do about where Breon is.” I said. I looked her dead in the eye and lied so convincingly, I scared myself. 

Takeisha started to cry. The baby finally cried. She patted him back to sleep.

“Maybe my Mama is right. Maybe he was not ready to be a father and just got ghost. I do not want to believe that though. He knew how hard his Mama had it when his father abandoned her; why would he do that to me and his baby?”

“I don’t know.” I said. “But one thing is for damn sure, whether Breon is around or not, little Cuz in your arms ain’t gonna struggle.” I reached into my apron, pulled out six crisp fifty-dollar bills and handed them to her. “You take this and get lil dude whatever he needs. What is his name, anyway?”

“Breon D’Wade Caraway, Jr.”

“Takeisha,” I said ushering her to the door. “We are going to continue to look for Breon, but in the meantime if you need anything for lil cuz, just drop by or send word by his grandmother.” 

“Thank you Quamie. I didn’t mean to badger you Jabari, it’s just been really hard doing this alone.”

“Well you don’t have to anymore.” I assured her.  To my relief she went on her way.

I gave Jabari a warning look not to say anything else. Jayson was sweeping in the back of the shop and did not need to hear any more than he had already heard.

“Quamie, I am about to dip. Thank you for handling that crazy ass female.” He gave me a hug and snuck a quick feel of my ass before leaving. 

Once he was gone, I put the out to lunch sign up and locked the door.

“Yo, Jayson, I need to holler at you.” I said signaling for him to follow me into my office.

“I know, I fucked up.” He said still sweeping in one spot. “I let my feelings get in it and I said some stupid shit. I do not even know why I said it. It was just feeling good, I guess. But you said it too.”

“Cuz, what happened this morning never should have happened, and it cannot happen again. You need to find yourself a girlfriend ____”

“I am gay, Quamie.  I respect that you, Jabari, Chris and Cooley say that you’re not, but I am.”

“Okay cuz, that’s fine.”

“Is it? Because, I hear how y’all bash gay men with such impunity, but for some reason have no problem doing what gay men do with one another.”

“Look, I can’t speak for anybody else, but that shit is dead from me and it’s not going to be allowed in this shop either.”

“Oh, so you’re going to start checking your homophobic ass customers.”

“Hell yeah.” I affirmed.  “Customers come and go, but you’re family.”

“The fact that I am not attracted to girls, that’s not going to change things with us?” He asked on the verge of tears

“No, we just cannot let ourselves get in our feelings like we did this morning.”

“I understand.” He said

“And when you do find a boyfriend, don’t bring that nigga around me.”

“Why; you’re going to get jealous or want a threesome?”

“Both,” I smiled “Come on nigga, let us go and get some lunch.”

 

My cousin, Breon arrived at my shop around 7 P.M., a full hour after I had closed.    I swear on my cousin, Jerod’s grave it took everything in me not to dead his ass where he stood. I swear light skinned niggas be doing some shit that make you want to hurt them. Breon was on the verge of doing some serious shit.

“Hey Cuz, sorry I am late.”  He said.

“No problem; Jabari, Chris, and Cooley ain’t got here yet, so technically, you’re early.”

Cooley, the oldest of the cousins was the next to arrive. Cooley was two years older than Jerod.  Everyone outside of the family always mistook him and Jerod for twins despite Cooley being older and the son of Jerod’s mother’s sister. 

“Wassup?” Said Cooley dapping us both.  Breon was too stupid to even notice that Cooley did not dap him the same. That is the problem with these niggas born in the 2000s, they ain’t perceptive like us niggas born in the 90’s or the ones from the late 80s like Cooley. 

“We still waiting on Chris and Jabari.” I explained to Cooley. Breon’s young ass had made himself comfortable in one of the waiting chairs. Nigga had his Beats headphones on blasting some damn Blueface.   Old boy liked to have caught it right then.

“So, how are we going about it?” Asked Cooley

“It all depends on what he decides. He hasn’t said anything to anyone other than Jabari so far.”

“How do you know that, Quamie?”

“Shit man, you know our family. Some shit like that would have had everybody split into teams and bout to go to war, which is why we gotta get through to old boy.”

Seconds later Chris and Jabari arrived. Chris, who was a few months older than me punched Breon so hard his headphones flew off as he crashed to the floor.

“Now what’s that shit you told Jabari?” He asked snatching Breon up off the floor. Chris was the thug ass nigga I secretly longed to be. I ain’t gonna front, seeing him manhandle Breon had my dick throbbing.  Chris was sexy as hell anyway. That shit was amplified when he was violent. 

“Jabari, you told?” Asked Breon looking more hurt by that than the bitch slap and rough handling Chris had given him.

“I want you to repeat in front of us that shit you told Jabari.”

“Y’all, I ain’t trying to start no shit. I haven’t even told my parents__” Chris smacked him to the floor again.

“Boy, your red ass is gonna stop playing with me. I asked you to tell us what the fuck you said to Jabari!”

I do not know if it was fear or pain that kept him there but Breon did not even try to get up off the floor.

“I told Jabari that I missed Jerod and I love him, but I am having a hard time with his passing because he molested me from the time I was 15 up until a few days before his passing.”

Chris gave him a kick in the stomach so stiff I felt it. Breon writhed in pain on the floor crying and spitting up clear shit.

“Get Your ass up.” Said Chris jerking him up from the floor and viciously pushing him down into my barber’s chair.

“Breon, young Cuz.” Said Cooley, the calmer one among us. “Breon, you cannot be talking reckless like that. Jerod had kids, Krista, Jerod’s wife does not deserve to have something like that out there about the man she loved. Aunt Vivian don’t need to have that out there about her dead son.”

“I only told Jabari.” He defended. “I had to talk to somebody. I didn’t like what he did to me.”

“But your ass kept letting him do it!” I chimed in. That shit really pissed me off. It was not like he was no little kid when Jerod fucked him. Fifteen years old you got hair around your dick and you are old enough to make a baby. 

 I was a year younger when me and Jerod started dealing. He did not force me. I was not beat up and told not to tell nobody.  He asked me if I wanted him to suck my dick and I let him. He asked me to suck his and I did because I felt that was only fair. Hell, he didn’t even FUCK- fuck me until I was damn near 18. At no point was I a goddamn victim. A lot of the times I went to him. Plus, Cuz was mad generous; I never left him without either some new gear or fat pockets. Why ain’t Breon ass mad about all those Jordans and NBA Jerseys Jerod bought him?

“Look, I am not trying to shit on Jerod’s name. I loved him too but what he did to me was wrong and if he did it to any of you that shit was wrong too.” 

That damn boy must have been a sucker for abuse. Chris back handed Breon so hard blood splattered across the mirror behind him when his head spun around.

Breon spat his loose side tooth out onto the floor. He looked at us with hatred and disgust. If old boy had any magic powers, I am convinced he would have set all of us on fire with his stare.

“You all are fucken sick. If y’all are into that homo shit that’s fine, I don’t judge, but incest and molestation is not right. And if y’all think that that shit is okay, then are all of you mother fuckers capable of doing the same?   Are y’all just waiting for the young crop to get a little age on them?  Maybe I do need to tell this shit_______”

The bullet went from one side of his head straight through to the other sailing across the room and shattering one of my porcelain sinks. 

“Sorry about that Cuz.” Chris apologized to me placing his gun back into the pocket of his jacket. “I will pay to replace that.”

Goddamn that shit turned me on. I dropped to my knees in front of Chris, took his dick out of his Champion sweatpants and started sucking it right in front of Cooley, Jabari, and dead ass Breon. 

“Oh, shit Fam, you suck Dick- dick.” Groaned Chris. “No wonder you were Jerod’s favorite.”  Hearing that shit made me proud as hell. Jerod told me I was the best cock sucker he’d ever met.  Jabari eased my pants and boxers down.   Lil Cuz was finally getting some get back from all the times I had ran up in him. Damn he’d developed quite nicely because he bringing some pain to my ass.

Cooley, the elder among us just stroked his own dick as he watched us fuck and suck each other into a frenzy.

We didn’t have time to bask in the aftermath of our nut bustings. Cooley and Chris transported Breon’s body away from the shop for disposal. I was familiar enough with how the two of them handled thing to know that no one would ever find a trace of Breon again.  Me and Jabari cleaned up the mess that had been made in my shop by wiping down mirrors, chairs and the floor of any trace of Breon’s presence.  

 

I sat up in bed and pulled the covers around myself. It had been a long time since I had thought about that night. Damn, I did not know Breon had a little JIT on the way.  There was one more bucket of shit to add to the pile that I had been drowning in lately.  Me nor Breon got the chance to see our babies.  Breon’s life was taken before his baby was born and my baby’s life was terminated because…

I got out of bed. I had not smoked in a while, but damn, I was craving a cigarette bad. I foraged through my dresser to no avail. Goddamn!   I looked at the clock on the dresser. 12 A.M. the little Arab store around the corner would still be opened.  I put on some lounge pants and a T -shirt and slipped on my bedroom shoes. 

After walking to the store, I no longer wanted a cigarette. I had been without them for nearly a year. I opted instead to buy an overpriced pint of cookie dough ice cream and a dollar’s worth of peach taffy chews.   I was halfway home when someone ran into me, knocking me to the pavement.

“Oh, shit!”  went the young man as he reached down to help me up. “Man, I am sorry ‘bout that.”

Damn, I wish I hadn’t looked up.  He had to have been the prettiest mother fucker God ever made, even prettier than Jayson.  He was copper colored with a bouncy curly afro. His body was lean and cut like mine, and he had the most beautiful pearly white teeth.  I wished the streetlights weren’t so bright, so I would not have seen how impressive old boy looked. I don’t usually check out niggas, at least not niggas in real life.  

“I’m good bruh, thanks.” I said accepting his hand up, though I didn’t need it.

“I was trying to get this jog in, I should’ve been paying attention. Oh, my name is Marvez, by the way.”

“Hey man, I’m Quamie, don’t sweat it. I’m good. I’m about to head on back to the crib before my ice cream melts.”

“Alright, bruh. You take care, see you around.”

“Cool, I own the barbershop on 25th if you ever need cut or edge up.”

 “Bet.” He said as he jogged away.

Damn those streetlights because I could see that nice, round ass jog down the block.

I returned home, ate half of the ice cream and went back to bed.  My late-night indulgence did not cause me to have nightmares, instead, I dreamed the most pleasant ass dreams about a copper colored cutie named Marvez.

 

Chapter Five

He was wearing a yellow Polo shirt, a pair of khaki colored joggers and a pair of red high -top Nike Air Jordans.  A year later, and Fendi Caraway still had not forgotten what her son, Breon, was wearing the last time she had seen him.

She had gotten a late start on dinner and was irritated when he told her not to bother to cook enough for him because he and his girlfriend, Takeisha, were going to go get pizza after the movies.   Fendi did not like Takeisha and thought that her straight A student son could do much better for himself. 

Fifteen times. That was how many times Takeisha called the house phone asking if Breon had made if home because he had not shown up for their date.   Figuring that her son was just out with his friends or his cousins, Fendi turned the ringer off around 11:00 P.M. and went to bed.  Breon did not return home.   Breon nor the used Mustang his grandfather had given him for an eighteenth birthday present weren’t ever seen again.

Fendi fought back the urge to spit in the bowl macaroni salad that she was preparing for a family gathering.  Her son had been missing for a year and on the anniversary of his disappearance, Fendi’s sister, Carole, asked her if she would make some of her famous tuna/macaroni salad and bring to the birthday memorial dinner the family was having to commemorate their nephew, Jerod.

Jerod lost his life in a car accident six months prior to Breon’s disappearance.  A year and a half and her family was still celebrating a dead man, but not one of them had even asked about or helped her in her search for her missing son.   Though hurt, Fendi wasn’t surprised. She had long stopped expecting anything better from her family.   Fendi sensed that her parents and siblings thought that she was to blame for Ahmad abandoning her and Breon.

 

I don’t know what they thought I could have done at 26 to make a 45-year -old man stay if he didn’t want to.    I will never doubt that Ahmad Caraway loved me.  I don’t believe he would have ever asked me to marry him if he didn’t love me. I also believe that Ahmad wanted to be a father to Breon. My whole pregnancy, Ahmad was on cloud nine, especially when we found out that we were going to have a boy.   That man spoiled me rotten when I was carrying Breon. He managed to work an eight -hour job and cater to me; he cooked for me, gave me baths, bought me gifts, and gave me the most incredible back and foot massages. If I hadn’t drawn the line, he would have wiped my ass for me too. 

I was convinced that we were going to be one big happy family, then Breon was born and everything changed.   

 I noticed the change in Ahmad the moment he held Breon in the hospital. The joy was no longer in his eyes. He had wanted Breon, until he was born and held him in his arms. I think at that moment   the reality hit him that at 45, he was just getting around to being somebody’s parent and it scared him.  He grew distant from me and Breon. He’s started working later and later. He barely said two words to me when he was home and he didn’t even look at Breon.  The day that I took the baby for his six-week check- up was the day that Ahmad left us for good. I returned home to find all of Ahmad’s things gone and an envelope on the coffee table with $2,000 inside. That was the last money I ever received from Ahmad.

My family, instead of having sympathy for me, a young woman who had been left to care for a newborn all by herself, openly questioned what I had done to make a good man like, Ahmad abandon me.

“You must have done something,” my Mama said, “A decent man like Ahmad doesn’t just take off an abandon his responsibility. What did you do to drive that man away, Fendi?”

“I didn’t drive him away, Mama, he left on his own. I don’t know why he did it.” I cried

“Hush that crying; you’re a grown woman with a baby, so stop behaving like an infant. You lost a good man and you need to come to terms with whatever you did, so you don’t make the same mistake and lose another good one if God is merciful enough to send you another one.”

 

Won’t nothing I could tell my Mama or nobody in my family to convince them that I didn’t drive that man out of my life.  I hated even going around them because, every conversation would turn to how I needed to call Ahmad and try and make things right for the sake of Breon. Mind you, none of the men in my family who all still played cards, shot ball, and attended fish fries with Ahmad felt the need to talk to him about seeing his son, even if he didn’t want anything to do with me. None of them thought to shame him into sending a few dollars to me to make sure his son was taken care of. They had made up their minds that I was to blame for everything and Ahmad, the older person who wasn’t blood kin to them, deserved a pass.

By the time Breon was one, I stopped going around my family all together. I didn’t keep Breon away from his grandparents, aunts, uncles, and cousins, but I had little to do with them. Holidays and family gatherings, I’d drop Breon off and come pick him up. Nobody felt the need to say, “Fendi, come on now, you’re family; stay and eat with us”, so they were fine with my absence.

Breon loved his family, especially his cash- wielding, fly dressing, cousin, Jerod. Truth be told everybody in the family, except me acted as if Jerod was Jesus in the Flesh. Nobody seemed to care that from the time that boy was 18, he was toting wads of money without ever holding a nine to five job.   They also acted like won’t nothing peculiar about that boy’s nature. By the time he was in his mid -twenties, he had a wife and two children, plus one or two kids by his side chicks, but the nigga had a tank full of sugar.   I didn’t feel comfortable with Breon hanging around him once he got older.  I am not one of those ignorant ass people who thinks that only gay people molest children, but I have enough sense to know that a man who is pretending to be something he’s not is going to satisfy his urges in some way and their targets tended to be the young and the vulnerable.  A fatherless boy like Breon was typical prey.

When he was 15, Breon stopped being so infatuated with Jerod, I was happy and at the same time worried.  It happened so abruptly: one day he was anticipating going to the mall with his favorite cousin, then he stopped going anywhere with him unless his cousin Jabari called and begged Breon to join them on a trip to a game or the movies.

I flat out asked Breon if Jerod had done or tried to do anything to him.

“Why would you even ask me something like that?” He asked defensively. “You know Ma, maybe you wouldn’t be such an outcast in this family, if you didn’t always think so negatively.”

I left it alone. It never sat right with me, but what could I do?   When Jerod died, Breon went a whole month without eating or talking to anybody. When he did come around, he wasn’t the same, at least not towards me.  I was an annoyance to him, and he took every opportunity not to be home. That old fast girl and his cousin Jabari became his closest confidants.

It’s been a whole year since he left my house to go on a date and never returned. At first, I thought that girl had something to do with my son’s disappearance, but the more I spoke to her, the more I came to realize that the potential culprit was closer at hand.

 She told me that Breon went to meet Jabari over to his cousin, Quamie’s, barbershop.  According to Takeisha, he was on the phone with her the entire drive to the shop, he announced that he had arrived there and promised to come and pick her up in an hour or less before he hung up. That was the last call, as his phone went to voicemail the rest of the night.

Jabari swore up and down that, Breon, had left the barbershop before any of the other cousins because he wanted to take his girlfriend to the movies. As practical as it sounded, something in me still don’t believe Jabari to this very day.

I don’t know if my baby is alive or dead, but I know that Jabari and maybe a few others in the family know more than what they are saying. Any other family member and everyone would have rallied to get to the bottom of things, but I have been the outsider for close to 20 years.

 

Fendi had just put the lid on the bowl containing the macaroni salad when she received a text.  She rolled her eyes when she saw that it was from Takeisha then got excited when she saw that the text contained attachments.  As annoying as she found Takeisha, Fendi was always happy to receive pictures of her grandson.

To Fendi’s dismay the picture was not of her grandson. She was upset, then completely alarmed when she noticed what Takeisha had drawn and arrow to in the picture. 

Fendi angrily dialed her sister, Carole.

“You can come get this macaroni salad, or I’m gonna throw it away. I’m not coming to that Goddamn cookout and I don’t want anything further to do with any of you.”

“Fendi, why do you get in your ways?” asked Carole. “Now what has somebody done to make you mad?”

“Come get this shit if you want it, bitch. I hope all of you get food poisoning. Oh, and tell Jabari’s lying ass to expect to hear from the police soon.”

“Fendi, what is wrong with you?”

“Ain’t shit wrong with me. Ain’t shit never been wrong with me. Just tell your closet faggot ass son that he’d better have his story straight when the police come and see him.”

Fendi hung up before Carole could respond. She didn’t want to hear shit else her sister had to say.   

Fendi looked at the picture in her phone again. Her body flushed hot with anger. The audacity! 

  Jabari was at the family cookout wearing the red Nikes that Breon had worn on the night he disappeared.   The arrow Takeisha had drawn on the picture pointed directly to the letters B+T scratched into the left sole.  She remembered how annoyed she was that he had done that to a brand-new pair of shoes but didn’t fuss because he had bought them with his own money.

No one even bothered to pick up the damn macaroni salad. Fendi threw the entire thing, bowl and all, in the garbage.

 

Chapter Six

“That hateful ass bitch is always doing something!” Raged Chris and he paced back and forth through the kitchen.  “The fuck she send cops to a family gathering at my fucken house for; I fucken hate cops!”

Vashti, his wife and mother of his two children, quietly put away the leftover food, except for two plates she planned to deliver.   Her mind was not on Chris’s latest tantrum. She knew soon enough he would rant and drink himself into exhaustion.  The next day when he was sober and rational , she would get him to see that his aunt, Fendi, whose son had been missing for a year, had a right to send cops to question the last person he was known to have been with about being in possession of the shoes he was wearing when he went missing.

Vashti had a more pressing matter at hand. She noticed during the cookout that Quamie, her favorite cousin-in -law seemed down, and conspicuous by her absence was his girlfriend, Trineece.  

Quamie quickly informed Vashti that he and Trineece were no longer together when she asked why he hadn’t brought her to the gathering. He offered no further details.  Vashti was confused; Trineece was excited about being pregnant and the future she and Quamie were going to have together. What happened?  

Vashti had grown used to Quamie and Trineece’s   childish break ups that only lasted a few days, but something in Quamie’s eyes and body language lead Vashti to believe that this time was serious.   She had made up her mind that once the cookout ended she would go by and visit Trineece and her mother, Miss Toukie, and see if she could get to the bottom of things and possibly help Trineece and Quamie to get it together for the sake of their child to be.

Miss Fendi threw a wrench in everything by sending the police to question Jabari in front of everybody.  Vashti was not of the same mind as Chris’s family that Fendi was out of line. She knew Fendi and knew that she wasn’t the pariah her family made her out to be.  She would get by and see Miss Fendi, if not that day, the next.

“Where the fuck is you going?” Asked Chris noticing Vashti heading towards the back door with two foil wrapped plates in her hand.

“I’m going to go take these to Trineece and Miss Toukie. The kids are in there playing the game, I’ll be back shortly.”

“But wait, but wait, I need you to hear this though, Vashti. That shit was foul. That bitch sent cops over to my house and had them interrogating lil cuz like he was a fucken criminal. Those boys was always trading clothes. That bitch is foul Vashti, she need to be dealt with, that’s why you need to stay here with the kids, while I go deal with her.”

“Chris, go lay your drunk ass down. Are you even hearing yourself?? What you gonna do to your aunt?”

“That bitch, that bitch ain’t my aunt! She’s…. she’s.”  Chris could no longer get his words out. He stumbled and quickly sat down on one of the kitchen stools, awkwardly, crashing to the floor in the process.

“Right, your drunk ass ain’t going nowhere.” Said Vashti placing the plates on the counter and helping him to his feet. “Come the fuck on and lay down.” She said leading him to their bedroom.  She quickly removed his keys from the dresser and put them in her pocket.  He was asleep as soon as he was on the bed. Thank God.  Vashti went to the living room and instructed her two children not to leave the house or turn on the stove.  She grabbed the two plates from the kitchen counter and headed out to see what she could do to fix things between Quamie and Trineece.

 

“How you doing Miss Toukie?”  Vashti handed her the plate. The rotund reddish-brown woman’s eyes danced with glee. “I brought ya’ll some food from our cookout; is Trineece home?”

“She back there in her room.” Said Miss Toukie who had already plopped down on the sofa and pulled the foil off the plate.

“Coming in.” Said Vashti, knocking and entering at the same time.  The minute she entered the room her heart broke. Vashti hated to see any woman in pain. It really troubled her to see a young, soon to be mother look so empty and lifeless.  She sat the plate on the bed and took Trineece in her arms.

“Trineece, girl, you cannot be grieving like this. It’s not good for the baby.”

“I don’t think I should have this baby.” Cried Trineece.  “I told Quamie I had an abortion. I have scheduled to go and do it twice, but I haven’t been able to do it.”

“That’s because you know it’s wrong and you know that you don’t want to do it. And wait a minute; you told Quamie you aborted the baby? Lord, that’s why that boy is walking around looking like he lost his whole world. Trineece, whatever is going on between you two, that wasn’t right.”

“I cannot be with Quamie no more, Vashti, and I cannot have this baby.”

“Come on girl, he could not have fucked up that bad. Now you are old enough to know these niggas are gonna fuck other bitches, I don’t even sweat Chris about that shit no more. At the end of the day, we are a family and ain’t neither of us going anywhere.”

“If I tell you this Vashti, it’s gotta stay between us. I ain’t even told my Mama this shit, but I need to tell somebody before I go crazy.”

“Girl, how much shit have we done told one another and it ain’t never gone no further; Of course, you can tell me.”

“Vashti, I am not telling you this on some petty bitch shit. You probably won’t believe this but the reason I left Quamie and told him I had an abortion is because I found out Quamie is fucking niggas.”

“What!?” Vashti had to mentally process what she had been told. As long as she had known Quamie, the probability of him being gay had never crossed her mind. “Trineece, are you serious?”

“I found blood and cum in the ass part of his underwear when I did the laundry. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. He had gone out the night before and didn’t get back until a couple of hours before he had to leave and open the shop. I got up and decided to do the laundry, that’s when I saw it. That’s when I realized that I could not be with Quamie anymore because he didn’t give a damn about me or this baby.”

“Girl, damn. I am sorry, I am just having a hard time processing this. If I didn’t know you as well as I did, I would think this was some vindictive bitch shit, but I see the hurt in your heart. Trineece, I am so sorry.” Vashti embraced her. They cried on each other’s shoulder for the next several minutes.

“Look,” said Vashti when they broke their embrace, “I understand your reason for not being with Quamie and I swear this stays between us, but you got to let him know that you didn’t abort the baby. He fucked up big time, but that boy doesn’t need to go around thinking he caused you to get rid of his baby.”

“I know,” she sniffed, “I just cannot talk to Quamie right now.”

“I’ll tell him. I won’t tell him anything else you told me; I will just let him know that you haven’t gotten rid of the baby.”

“Please make it clear to him that I still don’t want anything else to do with him.”

“Fine,” said Vashti unwrapping the plate of food. “Now eat. You need to take care of yourself and the life that’s growing inside of you.”

 

 

Chapter Seven

“So, ya’ll gonna have a hot group session?” asked Jayson.

“Hell No.” I frowned “We just need to have a meeting and you cannot be a part of it because you aren’t supposed to be a part of it.”

“Does it have anything to do with the cops coming to Chris’s cookout the other day?”

“Look, for real, stop asking so many questions, Lil Jit.”

“Okay then, let me suck your dick right quick before they get here.”

“Boy, care your ass on.” I said fighting every damn urge to take him up on his offer. “Come to the crib tonight and I will unravel your little horny ass.”

“Can’t tonight, I have a date.”

“You plan on fucking that nigga?”    I was trying not to sound like a jealous boyfriend, but I didn’t like the idea of Jayson fucking another nigga.  This shit would have been so much easier if he was into bitches.

“No disrespect Cuz, but that’s none of your business.”

That shit pissed me off. I grabbed his little mannish ass by the collar of his shirt.

“Da fuck you mean that’s not my business. I’m fucking you, the other niggas I’m fucking got wives and kids, if your little ass is out here reckless and shit, it could put a lot of lives in danger!”

“I’m sorry, Quamie.” He cried.  “If I do it I’ll use protection. You know I wouldn’t do anything to hurt you.”

“I know.” I said hugging him. Man, I was too weak when it came to Lil Jit’s tears. That shit just bothered me. “I’m sorry Jayson, I didn’t mean to snap on you like that. Stop crying. Come on, you can suck my dick.” I said unzipping my pants.  Jayson’s tears dried up mighty damn quick when my dick came out. 

Old boy’s mouth and throat were like a vacuum cleaner, he sucked the nut right out of me in a matter of seconds.   I almost hated to see him go. He had me wanting to fuck in the worst way, but there was business that needed to be taken care of.

Chris, Cooley, and Jabari arrived about 15 minutes after Jayson left.  I locked the door and pulled down all the blinds.    Shit was serious because nobody had bothered to get a bottle of Paul Mason or a bag of weed.  

Once everyone had found himself a place to sit, Cooley began

“This shit is getting serious and from now on everyone’s story needs to align and be consistent.”

Without warning, Chris’s fist smashed into Jabari’s left jaw sending him flying out of his seat and crashing to the floor.

“Your stupid ass is the reason that bitch had cops to my house around my fucken kids.”

“I’m sorry.” Cried Jabari not even trying to get up from the floor for fear of Chris knocking him back down.

“We don’t need any more of this either.” Said Cooley firmly taking hold of Chris and guiding him to his seat. Of all the cousins, Chris knew he couldn’t hang with Cooley in a fight, so he always respected and did whatever Cooley told him to do.  Cooley helped Jabari up.

“I’m sorry I snuck you, Cuz,” Chris apologized, “But why in the hell would you wear his sneakers; why do you even have them?”

“We traded shoes that night. He thought my white Forces looked better with his outfit. Everything happened so fast that night, I didn’t even think about the fact that I was wearing his shoes and he was wearing mine when…  The other day at the cookout.. Man, I have had these sneakers for over a year and I never even noticed what the fuck old girl pointed out to Aunt Fendi.”

“Well, it’s a good thing that everyone in the family could vouch that the two of you often traded clothes and sneakers.” I said.

“But don’t think that shit is going to end there.” Said Chris “Aunt Fendi is like a shark that smells blood in the water and that banshee ass Takeisha is like a junkyard dog with a bone. My question is, which one of those two bitches gets deleted first?”

“Neither for now nor, never for Auntie,” said Cooley sternly.  “All we have to do is stick to the story we’ve been telling it’s simple and can neither be proven nor disproven. He came to the shop, he hung out for a while, he left before the rest of us because he had a date with his girl.  Don’t add to or subtract anything from the story we have been telling for a year. It’s not like they’re ever going to find him or the car to prove otherwise.”

Though neither had told me any of the specifics, I knew that Cooley had his own construction company and Chris ran a barely legal chop and auto repair shop. That mustang was most likely broken down and scrapped within a matter of hours. Last April, Cooley’s company had just begun to lay the foundation for what was to be Freeman North Carolina’s new ABC store.  I don’t doubt for a minute that somewhere in the earth beneath the concrete that building and it’s parking lot now stands on, is Breon’s body and possibly parts of his car.

“You’re right Cuz.” Said Chris. “I’m just pissed that cops were at my house.”

“And a sure- fire way to assure that they return and keep hounding you is for something to happen to one of the people who suspect you of having a part in Breon getting gone.” Said Cooley.  “We’ve held it down for a year and we can continue by not doing or saying anything stupid.”

“Speaking of doing anything stupid.” Said Chris turning his attention to me. “We know you’re fucking Jayson; ya’ll make the shit obvious not just to us but anybody that has eyes and a functioning brain..”

“Fuck you Chris!” I raged. “You ain’t gonna accuse me of shit I ain’t even doing.”  I don’t even know why I was bothering to lie about it. They probably knew all along and just didn’t care as long as they weren’t dragged into the shit.

“Nigga,” said Chris, “Ain’t nobody stupid. Yeah we’re mad because we had all made a promise, but so far the shit ain’t impacting the rest of us and all I’m saying is make sure that it don’t.”

“Yeah cause you didn’t give a fuck how shit impacted me.” I said. “Ain’t nobody lost nothing from whatever the fuck ya’ll think you know I’m   doing, but I lost my girl and she aborted my baby because of how you fucked me!” I pointed at Chris. “You split my asshole open and she found my underwear and…” I was reduced to tears and heavy sobs.

“Oh shit; is that why Trineece left you?” asked Chris. Looking both sad for me but worried as fuck for himself.

“She don’t know who fucked me.” I said putting his mind at ease. “But this shit caused me to lose everything that is valuable to me, so I ain’t in the mood to hear no fucken lecture about how I need to conduct myself.”

“We are all sorry, Quamie.” Assured Cooley. “We just need to make sure that whatever is going on with you and Jayson, you don’t make the mistake of letting him in on what’s only supposed to be known among the four of us.”

“Do I fucken look stupid?” I asked. 

Man, these niggers were straight annoying the fuck out of me. I told them my girl aborted my baby and knows that I’ve been doing homo shit and they’re just worried about their shit getting out. Like I’d ever do that.

 “You know what, everybody needs to get the fuck out of my shop right now because it’s clear don’t none of you give a fuck about me beyond fucking me.”

“That’s fucked up.” said Jabari having the nerve to sound hurt. “Cuz, we’re just finding all of this out. You didn’t bother to tell us any of this until this meeting.”

“Stand up.” Said Cooley pulling me to my feet. He motioned for Chris and Jabari to join him in circling me.  “Look at us; we are your lovers, your protectors, your backbone. We are always going to have your back and support you, but we cannot do anything when we don’t know. Now that we do; we got you.”

“I know I sulked. It’s just that I feel so fucked up and hurt inside and not just for me, but for Trineece and for Takeisha and Breon’s little boy and for Aunt Fendi and for Jerod. I ain’t never told nobody this but the accident happened because I was sucking Jerod’s dick while he was driving.  I did that thing I do with my tongue around the head of his dick and he lost control of the wheel.”

Cooley tightly embraced me. “You made him feel good in his last moments alive. That’s nothing to feel bad about; that’s lowkey noble.”

Cooley had a unique way of putting things into perspective.

“I mean he did always say that you were the best dick sucker among us, so he left this world being served by the best.” Said Jabari.

“And you know you were his favorite, so fate made it so that you were with him in the end.” Said Chris “Nigga, you didn’t never have to keep that away from us for this long. Now that we know you were making our King feel good before he lost his life, Nigga, that shit makes us love and appreciate you even more.”  

They all embraced me. That group hug had all the potential in the world to lead to so raunchy ass quaking, gut pounding, ball busting sex, but it didn’t.  Instead, it was what it needed to be; them reaffirming that they loved and supported me.  Yeah there was definitely some freaky shit among us, right or wrong, but the Circle of Amor was about so much more because Jerod made certain that it was.

 

Chapter Eight

I was barely home an hour when there was a knock at my door.  To my delight, it was my cousin Jabari.

“Can I come in?” He humbly asked.

“Yeah.” I said stepping aside and letting him enter my apartment.

 Jabari sat down on the couch and immediately his right foot began tapping, a clear sign that his ass was horny.

“I couldn’t stop thinking about what we talked about at the shop earlier and Quamie, I just wanted to let you know how sorry I really am.”

“It’s all good cuz.” I said sitting across from him. Jabari’s eyes immediately went to the crotch of my basketball shorts.

“So-so-so Quamie.” He stammered “So, how have you been doing here by yourself?”

“I’m alright.” I said.

“But your girl left, you must be horny as hell.”

“Nah, let ya’ll niggas tell it, I’m fucking the hell out of Jayson.”

“Yo, Chris and Cooley said that shit; not me.” He lied. Everybody knew that if Chris and Cooley spoke on it, Jabari’s follow the leader ass agreed.  “But real talk, just between us, have you fucked cuz?”

“What do you think?”

“I don’t know. He got a nice ass though, so if you are, I don’t blame you. I just wish you would share.”

“We ‘bout to change the subject.” I said annoyed.

“So-so-so, Quamie, how long has it been since you got your rocks off; real talk.”

Anticipating what I was about to do to Jabari had my dick rock hard and hanging down the left leg of my basketball shorts. Jabari’s horny ass was about to jump out of his skin.

“I maintain.”

“Damn, Quamie, that- that- that is some serious wood you toting. If you want__

“Jabari, shut the hell up and come get this dick down.” I said pulling off my basketball shorts. My dick stood up like a flagpole.

“Bet.” He said springing from the couch and stripping out of the shorts and tee shirt that he had on. Nasty ass nigga didn’t even wear no underwear.  He reached into the pocket of his shorts and removed two personal sized packs of Glide Lubricant.  That nigga was well prepared to get my dick and I was ready to give it to him.

He bit the two packages open.  He squeezed the first one onto my throbbing cock. The cool, wet, jelly like lube made me want to shiver. He squeezed the other packed onto his right pointer and middle fingers and massaged it into his asshole.  Jabari mounted my dick cowboy style.

It had been over a year since I had done anything sexual with Jabari. Damn, old boy’s asshole was tight, right, wet as hell, and he knew how the fuck to work it.  That nigga was doing all kinds of splits and spins on my dick, I thanked God, Auntie, disobeyed Unc and let Jabari participate in dance and gymnastics classes when he was little.

By the time I came, we were both sweaty and tired as hell. We took a shower together and I let Jabari have some of my ass. Hell, after the way that he’d milked my dick, the least I could do was let him get some get back.

“Yo, Quamie, it’s kinda late, can a brother borrow the sofa?”  He asked as we toweled off.

“Jabari, you’re more than welcome to sleep in my bed there’s plenty of room.”   I said. Plus, I didn’t want to have to walk all the way back to the living room in case I wanted to fuck again before I had to get up to go to work.

“Thanks fam.”  He said hopping his naked, giddy ass under my covers. He already knew what time it was.

I chuckled. I was naked as well when I crawled under the covers. Won’t no need in putting on underwear when we both knew we would probably be taking them off soon.

“Thanks, Quamie.” He said cuddling up to me.

Man, what’s with these Gen Z JITs and wanting to cuddle and shit? Jabari was a couple of years older than Jayson but just as Goddamn huggy/cuddly.

“Cuz, you already know, if I got a place to lay my head, you got a place to lay yours.”

“No, I was thanking you for fucking me. We hadn’t done anything since the night Breon… Ain’t none of ya’ll touched me since that night. I thought maybe y’all blamed me.”

“Why would we blame you?”

“Because I blame me.” He said finally letting the tears fall from his glassy eyes.

Man, as bad as I hated it, won’t no way in the hell I couldn’t have held old boy in that moment.

“Cuz, no. It wasn’t your fault.”

“It was though. I shouldn’t have ever told y’all what he told me.”

“You were right to tell us. He could have fucked a lot of shit up for all of us.”  After I said that, I gritted my teeth because I realized that the mother fucker who took shit to the extreme to protect our secret, was the one who fucked shit up for me.

“But I didn’t tell because of that. I told because I was jealous and mad with him.”

“What are you talking about?”

“We were watching a porn movie at his house, while Auntie was away a work. It was standard niggas fucking bitches style pornography. Anyway, Breon’s dick got hard as a mother fucker and it took some doing, but I talked him into letting me give him head. After I finished it was like he changed or something.”

Man, I really didn’t want to hear any of that depressing shit, but I knew oh too well how it felt to have guilt eating you up inside and no one to vent to, so I listened.

“He told me that he didn’t want to ever be alone with me again. He said that I reminded him of Jerod and that he was having a hard time coming to terms with Jerod’s death because Jerod molested him, and he was having trouble forgiving him for it. I tried to tell him that he and I could have a special relationship, and no one needed to know about it.  But he told me that he would never again do any gay shit, and I needed to stay the fuck away from him if I thought he was going to be drawn into it. He told me that he was going to be a father and his son was not going to have no closet faggot for a father.  He apologized to me a couple of days later and we were back to being best cousins, but that shit hurt me to my heart. I told because I thought maybe ya’ll would kick his ass and maybe he would come around and join us. I never meant for that shit that happened to happen. I didn’t want that at all.”

Jabari was wailing. The shit broke my heart. This is going to sound fucked up as hell but, the only way I could think to soothe him was to fuck him. I lifted his legs across my shoulders. He covered his face with both of his hands. He didn’t want me to see him. I entered him and kept drilling him with my dick until his wails turned to moans.

I came inside of him then rolled over onto my back pulling him into my embrace. He silently sulked until he fell asleep.

“Sorry to just be getting in Quamie_” Jayson’s eyes grew to the size of saucers at the sight of Jabari, naked and asleep in my arms, in my bed.   “I’ll just head back home.”

“Just go sleep on the couch; please, it’s too late for you to be out driving”

“No, I don’t want to be here. I’ll give you your key back tomorrow.” He said. 

Before I could offer any further protest, Jayson stormed out of my room down the hall and trudged through the living room, loudly slamming the front door on the way out.  The noise was enough to startle Jabari awake.

“What-What- What’s going on, Cuz?”

“Nothing, one of the neighbors slammed a door.” I lied

“Oh, alright.” He yawned. “You want to fuck again?”

“Nigga, I’m good.” I said shaking my head. Damn, how fucken horny could one mother fucker be?

“Alright, cuz, but if you want it, you ain’t even got to bother to wake me.”

“Man, take your ass back to sleep.” I said on the verge of being disgusted.

When he was snoring again, I started to text an explanation and apology to Jayson, but my better judgement overruled that idea. Besides, what the fuck did I need to apologize for? That nigga had just walked his little hot, yella ass in from a date. He probably had dick shoved all up in him and would have laid next to me like a perfect angel if Jabari wasn’t there. And most important; he wasn’t my bitch or my nigga!  Man, it was time to do a boundary reset with all of this shit; first with Jabari, because he was already starting to become a problem and later with Jayson, because he and I both were treating what we were doing like the very damn thing it was not and could not ever be,  a relationship.

 

Breon

“Why are you so quiet, Lil Cuz?”

“I don’t know; I’m just thinking about Friday’s basketball game.”

“I got a feeling that it’s about what we did back at the crib. You do know I just wanted to make you feel good; right?”

“Yeah”

“You also know that it has to stay between us; right?!”

“Yeah, Jerod. I know.”

“I understand it was your first time and you’re feeling kinda awkward. I promise you you’re going to get better at it and you’re really going to start to like it. In fact, next time, I’ma let you do me, so that you can see that this thing between us is even. I bet you’ll like that.”

“Yeah, Jerod. Maybe I will” …

 

…   “Breon, is everything okay with you?”

“Yes, Mama.”

“Baby, you know that you can tell me anything.”

“Mama, I’m fine.”

“I’m going to come right out and ask it. Did Jerod do or try to do something to you that you didn’t like?”

“What! No! Why would you even ask me that?”

“Because it’s been three weeks since you’ve gone anywhere with let alone talked about your favorite cousin.”

“I’ve just been busy. We’ve got the regional tournament coming up.”

“You don’t have to protect him___”

“Damn it, Mama, will you stop! I see now why nobody in the family likes you. You’re always looking to break peace. I told you he ain’t done nothing to me! Man, I’m out!”

“Where the hell do you think you’re going; I’m not done talking to you Breon! Breon!” …

 

 

            … “I don’t ever want to do this again, Jerod. This ain’t me. I have a girlfriend.”

“I told you, we could stop anytime you wanted. It’s no hard feelings. I tried to give you something special and it just wasn’t for you. You’re not like… well, this isn’t who you are, and I’ve got to respect that.”

“I Just don’t want you to hate me.”

“Of course not. You’re the one who has spent the past couple of years ghosting me for weeks on end after we’d hook up.. I was worried that you hated me.”

“I could never hate you, Jerod, that’s why I let you… I just cannot do this anymore.”

“Cool, but you still can never tell anybody, because like you have a girlfriend, I have a wife and children.”

“You know I would never do that. I just want us to go back to being cousins the way that we were before we did it.”

“Of course, nothing has changed. I’m still your favorite cousin Jerod with the money, clothes and cars. Anything you need, don’t ever hesitate to call me. I’m going to always be there for you, Breon, always” …

 

…   “He looked so peaceful, just like he was asleep. Poor Krista. I cannot imagine having to raise my children alone. Here, Breon, make sure you let Aunt Fendi know that I was the one who cooked it, so that she don’t throw it away. It’s a shame she don’t come to family gatherings, but that’s not my business, I guess. I just married into the family.”

“Thank you Vashti. Please tell Chris and the rest of the cousins, I Just didn’t feel like hanging around.”

“Baby they understand, all of them are taking it hard, especially Quamie. He feels so guilty that he survived the accident.”

“I don’t even know how I feel. I just… Yeah, thank you Vashti. I need to get home.”

“Okay, Baby. You’re going to be alright with time. All of you are.” …

 

… “No, Breon, we ain’t got no condoms and I ain’t trying to get pregnant before I graduate.”

“Please. I swear to God, I am going to stand by you, Takeisha. I want us to have a baby.”

“We should finish school first. Your Mama already hates me as it is”

“You don’t understand Takeisha, I need this. I want a baby. I want it with you, but if I’ve gotta get another girl pregnant, I will.”

“Breon, I just don’t want to wind up regretting… Oh Breon! Oh Shit! Breon” …

 

… “Get the fuck away from me Jabari!”

“Damn, Nigga, you’re trippin. You came in my mouth I should’ve been the one who knocked the hell outta you.”

“Man, why the fuck did you do that? Why the fuck did you pressure me into doing that shit. You and me, we’re the same age. You are the closest thing I’ve got in this world to a brother and you made me do that sick shit!”

“I didn’t make you do a goddamn thing nigga. You let me suck your dick and your ass was enjoying it until you spazzed the fuck out.”

“No! that’s that mind fuck shit he used to do, that’s why I can’t even grieve him, much as I love him.”

“What the hell are you talking about, Breon?”

“Nothing just stay the fuck away from me. I’m not down with that gay shit. I’ve got a son on the way, and he ain’t about to have a closet faggot for a father. My girl ain’t gonna have to deal with no down low ass nigga.”

“Da Fuck; you think I’m gay?”

“Nigga, you ain’t never had a girlfriend. You coerced me into letting you suck my dick and you got my nut in your stomach. Nah, I can’t deal with this shit. I don’t feel comfortable around you no more.”

“Nigga, you’re trippin. I’m still Jabari. This was just something that can stay between you and me. It can be special.”

“You’ve got to get the fuck out of here. You sound just like him.”

“Him who?”

“Jerod, Goddamnit. That’s the same shit he’d say when…”

“Cuz, you need to be careful what you’re saying.”

“I’ve gotta tell somebody. I know you won’t repeat it, but I love Jerod. I’m just having a hard time processing his death because he spent the past couple of years molesting me on and off.”

“Cuz, don’t ever say that shit again. You’re taking shit too far. You didn’t like what we did because you feel guilty about doing homo shit, but don’t dog out Big Cuz’s name like that.”

“Forget, I ever said anything. Just stay the fuck away from me. I no longer feel safe around you, Jabari” …

 

… “Oh, so now you’re calling me. Ain’t you scared I’m gonna try and reach through the phone and touch your wee- wee or some shit?”

“Jabari, I’m sorry about the other day. I’ve just been dealing with a lot and … we made a mistake. We never should have did that. I’m just as much to blame. I just wanted you to know that I don’t hate you and I don’t ever want to even know my life without you in it, besides my son is going to need an uncle.”

“I feel you fam, no hard feelings. What are you up to tonight, the fellas are going to get together at Quamie’s barbershop later.”

“Damn, me and Takeisha have a date tonight, but, I can probably stop through for a short while. Yo, by the way, can I borrow your white Forces?”

“Yeah, let me hold your red kicks, I’ma hit up the club later.”

“Bet. What time are we meeting?”

“Around nine, look, I’ma get there kinda late because I’ve gotta help Chris with something. Why don’t you stop by the crib and let’s exchange shoes?”

“Gimmie about thirty minutes, I’ll be around your way.”

“Bet”

“And Cuz, what I said about him_”

“It will never be repeated. That’s some shit we’re taking to our graves” …

 

Those grimy ass niggas was actually fucking and sucking while my dead body laid in a bloody heap on the barbershop floor. That’s the last thing I vividly remembered. It’s deep and dark as hell where I am. I have long made peace with the fact that my body is never going to get up out of here, I just wish that I knew how to make my spirit do it.  I want to be around Mama, Takeisha, and my son. I want to be that sudden breeze that triggers a special memory of me. I want to be able to snatch my son out of harm’s way and hear Takeisha or my Mama say, “Your Daddy must’ve been looking out for you.” 

I also want to haunt the shit out of those niggas, especially Chris and Judas ass Jabari.  I would have even been content if my soul had gotten trapped in Quamie’s barbershop. That would have been better than deep darkness and silence.  I wonder if those niggas even regret what they did. Oh hell; who am I kidding? Judging from the way that they were able to engage in an all- out orgy over my dead body, I doubt that any of them are missing any sleep.

 

Chapter Nine

I texted Jayson to let him know that I wouldn’t be opening the shop until after lunch time. I received an urgent text from Vashti, my cousin Chris’s wife, inviting me to brunch because she needed to discuss something important with me.

I had built a bond with Vashti over the years that she felt comfortable confiding in me when shit wasn’t peachy between her and Chris.  What she didn’t know was Chris’s sudden mood swings were usually a sign that he needed what she could not give him.

 I’d listen to her pour her heart out about how she felt neglected or the two of them just couldn’t seem to get on the same page, then I’d go and book a hotel room out of town and invite Chris out for guy’s night. He’d bang the hell out of my guts and when he was really in one of his moods, I got to fuck the shit out of him. The next day, he’d go and buy Vashti some Flowers and something expensive, then spend the day in their bed, fucking his wife as good and intensely as he’d fucked me, or I’d fucked him the night before. They’d get back into their groove until the urge hit him again.

She had made fried whiting, grits, cheese eggs and homemade blueberry mother fucken biscuits.  I knew Vashti well enough to know that when she prepared a special meal for somebody, there was heavy shit that she needed to discuss.

“You’ve been on my mind lately.” She said pouring me a tall glass of guava flavored Tang, my favorite breakfast drink. “Actually, you and Trineece have been on my mind ever since the cookout. I went by and saw her that evening.”

“How was she doing?” I asked, as if I didn’t already know the answer.

“Quamie, have you ever seen a broken woman?” asked Vashti “Have you seen a female brought so low that she ain’t even herself no more?”

Man, I had barely eaten two good mouthfuls of everything on my plate and my appetite was gone. I never wanted to be the reason that any woman was in that state, especially Trineece.  Tears began to well up in my eyes.

“Quamie,” Vashti gently touched my hand. “Black women go through a lot of shit in this world. We’re judged harsher and loved lesser than any other race of bitch on this planet. So, when we invest our time into loving a man, especially a black man, it cuts us to our core when he does some fuck shit to betray us.”

I was too afraid to look at her. My heart and stomach were fluttering at a mile a minute. I knew where she was headed.

“I don’t judge you, and as far as I am concerned, you are always going to be Uncle Quamie to my kids, but as a woman, a black woman, I’ve gotta let you know that the shit you did was foul as hell.”

“Vashti, I___”

“As broken as your actions left that woman, she was still concerned about your name and reputation. That’s why she only confided in me because she knew that I am not a messy gossip ass bitch. I don’t even need to repeat to you what she told me, just know that she wasn’t on no malicious shit, she told me because it was killing her, and it was killing the baby to keep that shit inside and not talk to somebody.”

“The baby, what you mean the baby; she aborted the baby.”

“No, she didn’t Quamie, she couldn’t do it and thank God for that.”

“Vashti, please don’t be playing about that.”

“Quamie, I am not playing. Now I have talked to her every day for these past couple of weeks to   make sure that she gets herself out of the funk and do what she needs to do to make sure that she brings a mentally and physically healthy baby in this world.”

“You’ve known this for two weeks and you’re just getting around to telling me?”  I was mad as hell. I know I was wrong but how fucken petty was it for anybody to keep me thinking that my child had been aborted?

“Ut Uh, see you don’t even got a right to come at me with no attitude. I have been the one dealing with the mess that you made. I have been the one trying to put a woman back together that you broke. Why am I just getting around to telling you; because I had to reach deep within myself to still love and respect you, Quamie. I was able to give you grace because I realized that just like black women are judged harder and loved lesser, so are black men like you; black men who are attracted to other men.”

“I’m not gay.” I said defiantly

“Quamie, I am not trying to force you to accept any label. I am just trying to get you to accept responsibility.”

“I never meant to hurt her.” I cried.

“Quamie, I’m coming to you on some real woman shit and I want you to keep it one hundred with me, the way that I have with you. I ain’t stupid, I know that my husband is more likely than not fucking other females, but is he also fucking males?”

My blood ran cold.  Won’t no way in the hell I could tell her the truth about Chris without telling the whole truth and that was some shit that could fuck the whole family up.

“Hell no!” I lied. “Chris don’t play like that and he wouldn’t fuck with me if he knew that about me, which is why you cannot tell him.”

“No, your cousin loves you too much to ever disown you.”

“You don’t know Chris then.”

“Quamie, you have got to grow the fuck up though. You’re going to be somebody’s father. If you must get dick, get dick wisely so that you can be alive and healthy to raise your child.”

“I know.” I said humbly. “I just want Trineece back and the two of us raise our child together.”

“That’s not going to happen, at least not now and maybe not ever.”

“I know.” I sighed 

“Quamie, you’re going to be alright and so is Trineece. You’re both good people, God ain’t gonna let either of linger in torment for long.”

“Thank you so much, Vashti. I really love and appreciate you.”

Though I felt guilty sitting there not able to tell this woman who fully had my back the whole truth, I was grateful as hell to her for what she had done to ensure that my child would one day breathe the breath of life.

She was right, I really needed to grow the fuck up. By the time I had finished the rest of that bomb ass food, I had come to a definite conclusion about one thing; It was going to be hard, but out of respect for Vashti and what she had done for me , Trineece, and our child, I was never again going to engage in sexual relations with Chris.

 

Chapter Ten

“So, I’m trying to get Trineece back, so we cannot have sex anymore.” I said to Chris who sat stoically on my couch.

“Nigga, April Fool’s Day was like a month ago. Quit playing so that we can get to what the hell you really called me over here for.”   Chris massaged his semi erect cock through his cargo shorts.

“I am not playing, Chris. We’re not horny teenagers anymore. You have a wife and children and I plan to have a wife and children. Don’t this shit ever make you feel guilty; fucking around on Vashti with me?”

“Nigga, I was fucking you before I ever met Vashti. Shit, if anything, I’m fucking around on you with her.” He chuckled.

“I’m serious, Chris. I don’t want to have a sexual relationship with you anymore.”

A hurt expression came over his face that was so intense, you would have thought I had told him that his mother died.

“Oh, I get it. Jayson’s twink ass has you turned out so, you don’t want me no more. He’s younger, his skin is even lighter than mine. Is his dick bigger?”

“This ain’t got shit to do with Jayson.”

“I will beat the brakes off of that faggot ass nigga before I let you replace me. Nigga we been doing this since we were 14. We lost our virginities to each other. You know, don’t none of the other niggas in this circle mean as much to me. How the fuck you gonna just cast me aside?”

I hadn’t seen Chris cry since we were kids. That shit nearly tore my heart out of my chest. Just as quickly as I had said I wouldn’t, I went back on my word and me and Chris ended up naked and entwined in my bed.

 

After we had finished having the most incredible sex, Chris placed my hand on the left side of his chest. His heart was starting to settle into a normal beat pattern after our feverish climax.

“You have my heart Quamie, you’ve always had it. I know we are not supposed to be doing this and I know I shouldn’t feel like this for you or any nigga for that matter, but I do. Please don’t hurt my heart again. I want you to get back with Trineece and start a family, hell, I don’t care what you do with Jayson, but don’t throw this away.  Don’t throw me away.”

Those big beautiful ass grey eyes of his had me damn near about to melt.

“I won’t Chris, I promise.”

“Good.” He said with a wry smile, “Because before I lose you, I will kill Jayson and Trineece and Vashti as well as my children. Then, I will blow your ass away and put a bullet through my own skull. I love you, nigga, and I am willing to kill and die to prove that shit, so don’t ever again get it in your head that you’re gonna be without me.”

I had no doubt that he meant every word. Chris was always willing to take things to the full out extent. I had seen him shoot our cousin in the head out of fear of being exposed, certainly fear of abandonment would make him twice as deadly.

 

Chapter Eleven

I had just sat down at my favorite table in my favorite restaurant, Joe Lee’s Burger Grill , to enjoy my favorite meal, a double chili cheese burger with crinkle cut French fries and hot honey mustard flavored onion rings, a red fruit slush and a giant ass chocolate chip cookie, when Jayson walked into the place holding hands with some pretty ass nigga that for some reason looked familiar to me.

Jayson noticed me, and he guided his little boyfriend over to my table. I still hadn’t had a chance to talk to him about the night that he had caught Jabari and me in my bed. The shop had been busy as hell with proms, dances. and graduations happening left and right. Business was booming like a mutha fucka.

“Quamie,” said Jayson sitting across from me and motioning for old boy to do the same. “This is my boyfriend, Marvez,” he said stressing the hell out of the word boyfriend. “Marvez, this is my cousin, Quamie Anderson, he owns the barbershop that I told you I worked at.”

“Hey, we’ve met before.” said Marvez. “It was a few weeks ago, I bumped into you while I was out jogging.”

“Oh, hell yeah.” I said remembering that night. “You were running so fast you knocked me down.”

“I did apologize.” He said sounding embarrassed.

“Yeah, man, you did. Everything is cool. So, you’re the guy my little cousin had been going on all these dates with?”

“That would be me.” He smiled

“Cool, Marvez, long as you treat my lil cuz right and give him the respect he deserves, you’re going to always be cool with me.”

“Wow, I’ve got to say that I am amazed at how open minded and accepting Jayson’s family is. His parents couldn’t have been sweeter, and you are cool Quamie.”

“In this family, we love.” I said. “I’ve known this nigga since he was a baby, ain’t no way in the hell I’m going to stop loving him because of his sexual preference. And you are welcome in my shop anytime Marvez and I promise you, niggas will show you respect.”

“I appreciate that.” He said shaking my hand. “If you two will excuse me, I’m really hungry I’m going to go place an order, what do you want, Jayson?”

“A large slice of meat lover’s pizza, some nacho flavored onion rings, a frosted brownie and a peach slush.”

“You ain’t gonna fit into your tux next week.” He teased.

“Oh, we’re gonna burn the calories off later.” Smiled Jayson

I fought hard not to feel jealous, but shit, I’m only human.

“So, Unc and Auntie really cool?”

“Yeah.”

“And he’s treating you right?”

“I wouldn’t be with him if he wasn’t.”

“Ya’ll using protection?”

“It’s all good.”

We sat staring at each other as if we were playing chicken. Both of us too stubborn to blink.  I knew he was still mad about Jabari and he knew that I wasn’t too thrilled about him being all out and proud with old boy.  Damn, me and cuz got the same taste, because like I said before, if I was GAY -gay, Marvez would damn sure be the guy I would want for a boyfriend.  We only broke our stare when Marvez returned from the counter with their food.

 

Just as I had anticipated, Jayson came to my house around midnight. That night, I fucked him longer, deeper, and harder than I’d ever fucked anybody in that bed.  I lost count of how many nuts we busted between the two of us, but with each one we loudly declared our love for each other. Morally that shit was wrong as hell, but the pleasure we gave to each other made it all feel perfectly right. 

 

 

Chapter Twelve

Vashti’s stomach was in a knot as she watched her husband sleep so peacefully, she just couldn’t fathom that what she had been told earlier had the slightest ring of truth to it. On the surface she chose to consider the source and, therefore, not believe it, but in the very back of her mind there was the nagging suspicion that she was being the willingly naïve bitch that she had often discouraged other black women from being when it came to a man.

 

“Miss Fendi! Miss Fendi!” Vashti practically ran to catch up to the woman who seemed determined not to speak to her. 

In her frustration, Fendi Caraway pushed down on the lock button on her keys, hindering her intention to get into her car and speed away. Vashti tapped her on the shoulder. Frustrated, Fendi turned to face the young lady.

“Lord, Miss Fendi, why are you running away from me?”

Fendi yielded to the young woman’s embrace. She remembered that this young woman, who was married to one of her nephews, was the only one who checked on her. When Breon went missing, this young woman brought her a plate of freshly baked cookies and a bag of gourmet coffee. She was the only one who had kept in touch with her throughout the entire ordeal.

“I’m sorry, Vashti. I thought you might have been upset about me sending to police to your home a few weeks ago. I just didn’t want any drama today.”

“No, Miss Fendi. I have been meaning to get by and talk to you. I am not mad at you for that. I understand what is going on and how you feel.”

“Vashti, Baby, that boy has something to do with why my son is missing.”

“Now, Miss Fendi, Breon and Jabari were like brothers. When Breon went missing, Jabari was a mess. I have a hard time believing that he would have anything to do with him going missing.”

“I know that he did and so did the rest of them, including your husband.”

Vashti had to silently reaffirm that she would not disrespect this older black woman.

“Miss Fendi, I know that you are hurting but, I really think you are grasping for straws, none of them would have done anything to harm Breon, especially not Chris.”

“I can tell you really love my nephew. He’d better love you because God knows, he’s damn sure got himself a fool.”

“Miss Fendi!”

“I don’t mean no harm in saying it, Vashti, you have one of the kindest hearts God ever gave a woman, but if you ain’t figured out that that little circle that worship’s their dead cousin ,Jerod,  more than they do Jesus Christ, are all fucking  each other, then baby you are about as dumb as this pavement we’re standing on.”

“Miss Fendi, I realize that you don’t have a very high opinion of your family, but that’s just wrong of you to think, let alone say.”

“I know what I am talking about. They are screwing each other, and they did something to my baby because he didn’t want to be a part of that trifling mess.”

“I’m going to bid you good day, Miss Fendi. I am going to always respect you, I’m going to always do whatever I can for you, but God knows you are wrong for what you said, Miss Fendi.”

Vashti had tears in her eyes as she walked away from the woman. She knew for a fact that Quamie was at least bi-sexual. Though it hadn’t been confirmed, she was certain that Jabari was gay.  Cooley and her husband, Chris were the epitome of masculinity; they weren’t gay. 

Vashti couldn’t even fathom the possibility that her husband and his cousins were in some sick, twisted, homo-incestuous circle.

 

But they called themselves the Circle of Amor.  Vashti looked at the words boldly tattooed on her husband’s left shoulder. On the left side of his chest was tattooed his late cousin, Jerod’s name.  For the first time it dawned on Vashti that her husband hadn’t bothered to tattoo her name or either of their children’s names anywhere on his body.

All of them: Chris, Cooley, Quamie and Jabari had the same tattoos. What had a year ago seemed beautiful and endearing given that it was done to commemorate their fallen cousin, now seemed ominous even occultic given what she’d been told.

Hell no! she wasn’t going to go down that rabbit hole. She knew her husband. She knew Quamie well enough to know that he wasn’t lying to her when he looked her in the face and told her that Chris wasn’t sleeping with other men.

She snuggled close to her sleeping husband. Instinctively, he wrapped his arms around her.  His kiss flooded her mouth with the taste of Cognac and orange Listerine.  His fingers crept into Vashti’s lace panties, gently unraveled her already moistening lips and found their way inside of her.

The pleasure that Chris’s probing fingers brought to Vashti would have been enough, but she was ever so grateful when her man rolled over on top of her and entered her through the opening of her panties. Chris’s hard on was so thick and so deep inside of her, Vashti squirted, flooding the both of them in her strawberry scented goodness.  She wrapped her leg’s around Chris’s waist. Vashti’s back arched with every thrust that seemed to be aimed at penetrating her very soul.

“I want us to have another baby.” Chris whispered as he came inside of Vashti.

When Chris was once again asleep, Vashti’s mind once again returned to the probability that her husband was not only having sex with other men, but the other men were several of his male cousins.  She just couldn’t allow herself to believe it but at the same time she couldn’t deny the probability of a tiny smolder even if there wasn’t a towering inferno. 

No, Vashti, for God sakes, consider the source. A woman who hates her entire family is going to think the absolute worst of any of them. Fendi’s poison mind would have no problem fully believing that her nephews murdered her son because he didn’t want to be a part of their incestuous clique.  Does that even make sense, Vashti?   Your husband just made love to you. You! Your husband wants the two of you to have another baby. You have never seen anything to make you believe for one second that the man you’ve been married to since you were nineteen and had two children with was into other men. 

Vashti decided that it was in her best interest to leave the matter alone for the time being. She nestled up to her sleeping husband.  Her mind was not completely at ease, but Vashti managed to fall asleep.

 

Chapter Thirteen

I couldn’t stop staring at my phone.  Around lunch time I received a text that contained a picture that confused the hell out of me. I didn’t know if I was looking at an X-Ray or what the fuck it was.  The next text was simply the word, Twins.

It was then that I realized that I was looking at an ultrasound of not one, but two babies. My babies!  I was going to be a father to twins!   I didn’t even bother to return to the barber shop. I made two important trips; one to the mall and the other to the home of the woman who was carrying my babies.

 

“Oh, so now you want to see about her.” Said Miss Toukie standing in the doorway with her arms folded.

“Miss Toukie, I was trying to respect her space.” I said handing her the container of hot and spicy wings and large sweet tea that I purchased from the mall’s food court. Her tough exterior shattered the minute she got a whiff of that food.

“Umm Hmm.” She said stepping aside and letting me in.  “She’s in her room. I don’t want no fussing or fucking in my house.”    

“Yes Ma’am.” I said as I rounded the corner to Trineece’s room.

“What the hell?” frowned Trineece when I entered her room. “Quamie, why are you here?”

“I got your text.” I said sounding excited as hell in spite of the fact that Trineece’s tone and body language made it clear that I was the last mother fucker that she wanted to see. Before she could object, I plopped down on the foot of her bed and handed her the first of the three bags of gifts.

“Quamie, I really think you should go.”

“Please Trineece, I am not here trying to get you to take me back,” I lied “I am just here to check on you, and to thank you for keeping the babies.”

“Quamie.” She sighed.

“Just check out what I bought you.”

“Thank you.” She said setting the bag aside without even bothering to look inside.

“Trineece, I am so sorry. I fucked up big time. I never meant___”

“Please don’t do this, Quamie.”

“We’ve got to do this, Trineece. We’re about to bring two lives into the world. Even if we’re not together, we need to have an understanding.”

“What exactly do I need to understand, Quamie?”

“You need to understand that I never meant to hurt you. I know that what I did was fucked up and hella reckless, but it wasn’t done to hurt you.”

“But you did hurt me, Quamie. You hurt me to the point that I didn’t just contemplate aborting the pregnancy, I wanted to take my own life.”

Damn, why did she tell me that?  My heart shattered. I knelt before her hugging her around her waist and crying out every bit of torment my soul was experiencing.

“I’m sorry! I’m so sorry.” I cried. “I’m so sorry.”

“Quamie__”  

Even though it had to have hurt her, Trineece, the woman that was carrying my children, allowed her heart to soften enough to comfort me as I fell apart in front of her.

We laid on her bed and cuddled. Nothing sexual, just two wounded people trying to find healing and forgiveness for the sake of the two people that we had conceived.

 

“So, what are you?” She asked around 8PM as I was putting on my sneakers and preparing to go home, hoping that Miss Toukie had either gone to bed or fallen asleep in front of the television because I didn’t want to have to go through an interrogation about whether or not the me and Trineece had had sex.

“What do you mean?”

“Are you gay, bisexual, what are you?”

“Is I don’t know an acceptable answer?”

“Is it a true answer?”

“Yes.” I sighed

“Then it’s acceptable.”

“Do you still love me?” I asked, even though I was scared as hell of what the answer would be.

“Is I don’t know an acceptable answer?”

“Is it a true answer, Trineece?”

“No, it’ not. Yes, I still love you, Quamie, but how the hell could I ever trust you? How could a relationship between us possibly work?”

“So, we can only be friends?”

“For the sake of our children, yeah, I think it’s best that we be friends.”

“What about friends with benefits?” I asked winking at her

“Quamie, no.” She giggled.

“You sure; I heard pregnancy be making females hella horny.”

“You’re ridiculous.” She said playfully slapping my shoulder. “Quamie thank you for the presents and drive home safely. Call me tomorrow.”

“Okay.” I said, grateful that the woman I thought would never speak to me again wanted me to call her the next day.

As I walked past a loudly snoring Miss Toukie, I touched the one gift that I hadn’t placed inside or one of the bags.  It was going to take a while, but we were on the right path. I was confident that one day I would present Trineece with the ring in my pocket and she would agree to marry me.

 

Chapter Fourteen

Jayson’s 18th birthday fell on a Saturday.  The day started out with us having some of the most mind- blowing sex I’d ever had in my life.  I let him fuck me for the first time. I don’t know why I hadn’t noticed in the near year that me and Lil Jit had been fucking that his dick was as big as it was, or that he was in the least bit interested in topping. I just assumed that he was a bottom.

I hooked him up with a fly ass haircut, then took him to the mall to purchase him a new outfit and sneakers to wear to the cookout the family was throwing for his birthday and upcoming high school graduation.

 

“How do I look?” He asked stepping out of our bedroom.

“Damn, Nigga.” Was all I could say.  Right before my eyes, I was no longer seeing a Lil Jit. I was staring at a grown ass man, and a damn sexy one at that.

That ivory colored Gucci short set I’d bought him looked surprisingly good against his light skin. The outfit hugged his athletic body in all the right places.  It was a struggle, but I had got him to let me cut off the mini afro he’d been rocking since he was 15.  The low fade made him look more manly and mature. Plus, old boy had waves for days, sure those coils were cute, but he was a man now and needed to start looking like one.

“That good?” He smiled proud as hell.

“Your ass almost caught it.” I said standing up and showing him the print of my hardening cock.

“Oh, shit.” He said moving closer to me. “We can be a little late.”

“Nah.” I said giving him a quick kiss and hurrying past him to open the door. “We’ve   got to get going. If you won’t be occupied with your little boyfriend later tonight, we can do what we do.”

“Can I do what you let me do this morning.” He asked

“Yeah, birthday boy.” I smiled opening the door for him. “I’m flattered you’d rather have birthday sex with me than the nigga you’re going with.”

“I didn’t even tell him anything about the party. He thinks I’m visiting my Aunt and Uncle in Virginia.”

“Jayson!”

“I can’t help it Quamie. You just do it better. Besides, the heart wants what the heart wants.”

“Yeah.” I said closing the door behind us. “I know that’s right.”

 I reached into my pocket and touched the ring that I had taken to carrying around with me. Indeed, the heart wanted what the heart wanted, and I still clung to hope that I would one day have it.

 

For the past couple of years, Chris’s backyard had become the designation for all Spring and Summertime family gatherings.  Part of the reason was Chris had a huge ass three-acre property and a swimming pool and the other part was Vashti was a beast in the kitchen and Chris was a beast on the grill.  It was a secret to no one that the two of them planned to open their own restaurant in the beginning of the next year.  Cooley and his crew had been hired to build it from the ground up.

People ate, drank, danced and heaped praise and presents onto the birthday boy and future high school graduate, whose parents had earlier announced, as proud as could be, that Jayson would be attending North Carolina A&T on a full scholarship.

“Damn, don’t jump on him and fuck him right in front of everybody.” Whispered Chris.

“What?” I asked.

“You’re being obvious.” He said trying not to sound jealous. “Just focus on something else.”

Damn, I didn’t realize it, but I must have been staring at Jayson too hard, but damn, that nigga went from cute to hella sexy overnight.

“What y’all talking about?” asked Jabari joining us at the grill.

“That we hope your stupid ass ain’t done nothing else to have somebody send the cops up here in my yard.” Said Chris, sarcastically.

“Ha, Ha!”  said Jabari getting himself a strawberry Fanta from the tub of ice and beverages.

“Seriously though, we were just talking about how we needed a cousins’ trip.” Lied Chris

“Is Jayson going with us; ‘cause, damn!”

I could tell Chris wanted to slap the shit out of Jabari. I wanted to slap the shit out of him too.

“Sorry.” Said Jabari feeling chastened by our stares.

As if he sensed, he was no longer the main focus of my attention, Jayson swaggered over to join us at the grill.

“Wassup family.” He said intentionally placing himself between me and Chris, who was seething.

“Happy Birthday, Cuz.” Said Jabari giving Jayson a hug, just wanting any reason or opportunity to touch him.

“Thanks.” He said, “I just came over here to see if after the party you guys would be down to hang out, maybe go to the club or go do what us cousin’s normally do.” He smiled.

Chris looked over his shoulder to see who was in ear shot.

“Whatever the fuck us cousins do, does not get discussed in my yard, or in my home. Quamie, you better get your mother fucken boy!”

“Walk with me.” I said taking Jayson by the arm to guide him away from   a volatile situation that could at any minute turn violent. Chris’s jealousy would have taken any excuse to assault Jayson.

We had barely moved a foot before Chris’s oldest son, Premiere, who had been playing with some of his little friends a couple of houses down, came into the yard leading a grown ass nigga by the arm.

“Look everybody!” He shouted over the music and mingling. “It’s cousin Breon!”

I didn’t know who the fuck old boy was, but if I hadn’t known what the hell I definitely knew, you wouldn’t have been able to not convince me that the nigga my little cousin/nephew was leading around like his long-lost friend, wasn’t my long-lost cousin Breon Caraway.

Chris dropped the entire pan of hot link sausages he had just taken off the grill. Jabari, who thankfully was no longer standing by the grill, took two steps and fainted in a heap causing women to scream and panic.

“Son come here now!” said Chris ushering Premiere away from Breon’s doppelganger.

Whoever the hell he was, he didn’t say anything. He just stared blankly as family members started to surround him and barrage him with question about where he had been for over a year.

Amid the chaos of  tending to Jabari, dogs howling from burned mouths having devoured the scorching hot sausages from the ground, and people lobbying questions at the  mute mother fucker that I knew good and Goddamn well wasn’t Breon , a voice of reason, I think it was my Daddy’s ,but don’t hold me to that, reared its head.

Words I never thought I would ever hear at a family function was shouted over the noise.

“Goddamnit! Somebody call Fendi, tell her she needs to get over here quick!”

 

Chapter Fifteen

It took us a long time to gather the right words sitting there in my barbershop. Chris, Cooley, Jabari, and Me passed around the gallon bottle of Hennessy, took swigs from it and tried to make sense of what we had witnessed.

A mother should be able to recognize a child she’d carried and raised from anywhere. I could only sum up Aunt Fendi’s acceptance of that nigga that I knew damn well that wasn’t Breon, to the fact that Aunt Fendi missed her son so much she was willing to believe that old boy was Breon.  As if shit was happening in an alternate universe, Aunt Fendi was welcomed and receptive. She ate with the family, she danced with her sisters and some of her nieces, but most of all, she loved on the guy that she believed was her only son returned from God knows where.

“This is fucked up.” Said Cooley passing the bottle to Jabari who looked as if he probably didn’t need to take another drink. “This is really fucked up.”

“There is a strange mother fucker, as we speak, over at Auntie’s house pretending to be Breon.” Said Chris. “We have got to figure out a way to fix this shit.”

“He looks just like Breon.” Said Jabari, hugging himself as if he had a chill. “He even has the little freckles around the bridge of his nose.”

“But we all know Goddamn well that ain’t Breon and for all we know that mother fucker could be an axe murderer. I know we ain’t Auntie’s favorite people, but she is all of our Mama’s sister. We cannot let something happen to her.” Said Chris. “Plus, Aunt Fendi was talking about introducing him to Breon’s son and baby mama tomorrow. If he does something to hurt that kid, all hell is going to break loose.”

“All hell has already broken loose.” I said somberly.

“Oh, nice of you to join the conversation.” Said Chris. “For a minute there I thought you didn’t give a damn and were only worried about when this meeting would end so that you could hurry to your apartment and fuck Jayson.”

“You know what, I am tired of you acting like a jealous bitch!” I said   full of liquid courage and ready to fight.

Me and Chris stood face to face, both mad as hell at each other, but just like when we were kids, each was afraid to actually hit the other.

“Sit your drunk asses down!”  Roared Cooley. “That bullshit is not important at the moment.”

“Fuck it!” said Chris, “I am going to Auntie’s house and drag that mother fucker out of there.”

“And do what??!! What the fuck are you going to do?” asked Cooley. “Haven’t you done enough reckless shit to realize that your way ain’t always the best way? I mean we are in this situation because of you.”

“Well Goddamn.” Said Chris, those beautiful grey eyes of his starting to become glassy with tears. “It took one of you mother fuckers long enough to say it.”

“Hey, yo, Chris, Cooley didn’t mean it like that.” Reasoned Jabari

“Nah, he meant it just like that, and so did the two of you. Fuck all of you niggas. I’m going home to be with my wife and children. My real family.”

“Hey, yo, Chris!” Jabari called after him to no avail

“Let him go.” Said Cooley massaging his throbbing temples.

“Exactly”, I said “We need to find a solution, not create another problem.”

Needless to say, the three of us didn’t find a solution that night. We each went home fully aware that our actions from a year ago had come home to roost in the physical manifestation of a nigga that was the spitting image of our deceased cousin, Breon.

Chapter Sixteen

Vashti’s eyes fluttered awake to the sound of Chris still pacing the floor of their bedroom and drunkenly ranting. 

Just as she was about to scream at him to knock it the fuck off and take his drunken ass to bed, Chris started saying some things that made her decide it was best to close her eyes, pretend to still be asleep, and listen.

“Those niggers got the nerve to tell me this is all my fault.  Like that nigga wasn’t about to fuck all of our shit up, not to mention put dirt out there on Jerod’s name. Won’t none of them blaming me when I smoked Breon’s ass!  Nah! Quamie won’t saying shit because he was too busy sucking my dick! Jabari won’t saying shit because he was waist deep in Quamie’s asshole! And Cooley, Cooley’s self – righteous ass was too busy jacking off! Then Cooley, with his cum stained hands, he helped me drag that nigger’s body out the barber shop, chop it up and break down his car.   Breon and his car are underneath that damn apartment complex Cooley and his crew built in Virginia last year.”

Vashti felt her heart flutter. Miss Fendi didn’t know the specifics, but she had been right. Chris, Cooley Jabari and Quamie were the reason the Breon had gone missing. Chris, Cooley, Jabari and Breon were fucking each other!!

           

Vashti sat in the parking lot of CVS uncertain of where to go to next, now that she had purchased the single item that she had driven uptown for.   The night before had left Vashti shook to her very core.  Chris’s drunken admission to having killed Breon on top of being entangled in an incestuous group affair with his male cousins was only the tip of the iceberg.

 

“Damn, Quamie, I love you nigga. It was bad enough that you got that bitch pregnant, knowing that I could never give you children, but then you’re going to fuck Jayson.  Then you went and caught feelings for him because you look at him the same way I be looking at you, my nigga, like someone who is so damn crazy in love with somebody the shit is tearing him up inside…”

 

Every time she would try and turn the key in the ignition, her hands would tremble violently.  Vashti cried for the umpteenth time that morning. Quamie, who she had gone to bat for, who she loved like a brother in law, who she had made the Godfather to both of her children, was her husband, Chris’s lover. 

Her phone rang startling her. Mechanically, she answered it not even bothering to check the caller ID.

“Vashti.” Came Chris’s voice causing Vashti to experience chills and a wave of nausea. “Where are you baby; these damn boys won’t listen to shit I say, and I’ve got a hangover from hell.”

“I-I -just went out to pick us up something for breakfast.” She stammered out the lie.

“Baby, all that food we got left over from the party.”

“Yeah, but that’s for dinner. I thought I’d pick us up some McDonalds and get some cinnamon buns from the bakery. You could definitely use some coffee and Egg McMuffins.”

“Hell yeah.” He said. “A nigga is hung over like a mother fucker. I love you baby.”

Vashti had to quickly throw open the car door, lean her head out of it, and vomit.

“Baby! Baby! You alright, Baby?” asked Chris

“Yeah.” Coughed Vashti returning to the phone. “I’m just a little nauseous this morning.”

“Oh, shit, that ain’t morning sickness; is it?” He asked

“I’ll be home in a bit.” She said ignoring Chris’s question and not bothering to tell him that she loved him.  She hung up.

Nervously Vashti looked at the bag that contained the newly purchased pregnancy test. 

 

She placed the food and drinks down onto the kitchen counter. Chris, called the boys and began distributing breakfast.

“I’ve got to go to the bathroom.” Announced Vashti, dodging Chris’s attempt at a kiss and a hug.

 Vashti had transferred the test to her purse while waiting on the order at the McDonald’s drive thru.    Once safely behind the locked door of her master bedroom, she rummaged through her purse and removed the test. Though she knew the instructions by heart, she read them anyway.

She sat the pee stained device onto the side of the sink and waited. 

“You alright in there?” Chris knocked. “Your breakfast is going to get cold.”

“You and the kids split it. I’m not hungry.”

“Vashti, Baby, is everything alright?”

“Yeah, I just need a minute.”

“Okay. If you need me, call.”

“Will do.”

“Vashti.’

“Yes?” she asked with a hint of agitation in her voice.

“I love you, Baby.”

“I love you too.” She said fighting back the tears. When she heard his Croc, clad feet plod down the hallway, she let them fall.

Fendi had been right about everything. She didn’t know the details, but she knew that Chris, Cooley, Jabari, and Quamie had killed Breon. She had also be correct about the fact that they were fucking each other! 

To make matters worse (God, there was a worse!), Those trifling ass, low down, down low niggas watched their Aunt embrace a complete stranger and call him her missing son.  Allowed him to get into her car and be taken to her house. How reckless and depraved were these mother fuckers?!

“Oh, my Dear God, No!”  gasped Vashti when she saw the bold plus sign on the pregnancy test.

 

Chapter Seventeen

“How does Quamie and Quavo sound?”  

“Quamie, ain’t no way I’m naming one of my children after one of the Migos” said Trineece. “I think Quamie and Quincey would be cute.”

It was mid -June and a lot of shit was wrong, but for some reason, everything seemed right. 

Aunt Fendi and the family seemed to have repaired whatever rift that had existed between them for nearly twenty years. Who the fuck ever old boy was, Aunt Fendi fully believed that he was her son, Breon, and he was fully committed to being just that.  The few times that I had been around him, I got the impression that he was harmless, but me and the rest of the Circle of Amor were on ready to deal with him in case he ever did become a serious threat.

 

We were having boys! Trineece and I agreed to not have a gender reveal party, just announce it to family and friends and save the money.

“Quamie, where are we?” Asked Trineece when I pulled into the driveway of the beautiful dove grey four-bedroom, two-story house.

“We’re at your house.” I smiled proudly.

“Quamie, stop playing.”

“My father helped me get a loan from the bank for the mortgage. I want our children to have the best. This is a nice neighborhood.  They can each have their own rooms when they get old enough. There’s three bathrooms and a big ass kitchen.”

I helped her out of the car and handed Trineece the keys to her new abode.

 

“This is so beautiful.” She said nearly in tears as she walked from room to room. “This could be the guest room.” She said referring to the single downstairs bedroom. “I’m thinking during holidays other special occasions, you could sleep there.”

“Actually, I was thinking that I am going to sleep there permanently.”

“What?”

“Be reasonable, Trineece, I cannot afford to pay the mortgage and the rent for the apartment on top of taxes for this house and the shop.”

“I can get a job and take up the mortgage.” Offered Trineece

“No, I want you home with the kids, at least until they’re ready to start school.”

“This isn’t going to work, Quamie. This shit all of sudden feels manipulative.”

“Damn, I just can’t ever do shit right for nobody.” I said

“No, what you’re trying to do is force a situation that cannot be. You and I can’t ever be a couple and I don’t think that is a good idea for us to cohabitate.”

“I’m not trying to get back with you.” I lied. “I’m trying to give you and my children a home and at the same time be a father in that home. I’m downstairs, away from you.”

“Yeah, but do you think you’re going to disrespect me by fucking some bitch, or most likely some nigga in that room, under the same roof as me?”

“Oh, but would you have been okay with fucking some nigga in this house that I’m footing the mortgage for, that’s why really the fuck you don’t want me here?”

“Take your fucking keys.” She said flinging them at me. “Sell the goddamn house. I already see what time it is, and I am not about to be roped into no controlling ass emotional manipulative living situation with a nigger that wants to be a man with me but then be out here in the streets face- down ass- up.”

“Fuck You Bitch!”  I yelled from the depths of my soul, then felt like a piece of shit immediately afterwards. “Trineece, Trineece, I am so sorry. I swear to God I didn’t mean that.” I said embracing the crying woman that was benevolent enough to carry my babies after finding out what she did.

“This isn’t going to work, Quamie.” She sobbed.

“It can if we try. Can we please at least try for our children.”

“I don’t want to be with you, Quamie. I can’t…”

“And that’s okay. I just want to be here. Please let me be here.”

“If we do this, it’s only for the sake of the babies.”

“Yes, Quamie and Quavo.” I teased.

She kissed me on the forehead. God, I wanted so much more in the moment, but I was learning to be content with leaving well enough alone.  Trineece and I would raise our children under the same roof.  For now, that was good enough for me.

Chapter Eighteen

In spite of Chris’s speculation, Vashti had not confirmed with him what she had discovered nearly a month ago; Vashti was pregnant.

Chris was aware of and was concerned about Vashti’s   lingering bout of depression. He constantly asked her if she was okay. He only left the house to go to work and called to check on her constantly while he was away.   He had become stricter with the boys, ordering them to do nothing that would put any more stress onto Vashti.  

Several times a week, Chris would come home with expensive bath gels, jewelry and restaurant food, so that she did not have to cook anything.

Chris had given her back massages, foot massages, even painted her finger and toenails for her, but Vashti remained sullen and distant.

The day that Vashti entered the second month of her trimester, was also the day that she snapped out of her funk and made a crucial decision.

It started when she ventured out of the bedroom and went to the kitchen to get herself a snack. She heard laughter out in the back yard. She looked out the window and saw Chris and me throwing a football around with Premiere and Kyron.

Vashti, clad only in her robe and nightgown stormed out of the house.

“Baby!” Yelled Chris, happy to see her outside “Look who stopped by.”

“Quamie!” she said.

 I was so used to a warm reception from Vashti, I didn’t notice the anger in her tone.

I went to her, arms open wide, ready to receive a warm hug.

“Mother Fucker!” She screamed slapping me so hard I fell to the ground.
“What the hell, Vashti?” asked Chris

“It is in your best interest to get your trifling ass away from here.”

“Mommy, why did you hit Uncle Quamie?” asked Premiere as he and Kyron helped me to my feet.

“He’s not your Goddamn uncle!”  Said Vashti so venomously, her words hurt me worse than the slap.  She then turned around and went back into the house.

“Cuz, I am sorry. She hasn’t been herself lately.” Apologized Chris, “I think it’s hormonal. I think she’s expecting.”

“Yeah, I’m going to just go.”

“Take care.” Said Chris hugging me. “I’ll be by later.” He whispered.

“No, don’t.” I said. “Take care of your wife, she needs you.”  I left with an uneasy feeling that Vashti knew a lot more than she was going to say in front of her children.

 

“Stay out here.” Chris instructed the boys as he went into the house to reason with Vashti.

She was seated at the kitchen table eating a bowl of Bluebell Banana Pudding Ice Cream as if she hadn’t just moments earlier slapped the shit out of someone she had often referred to as one her favorite people on the planet.

“Vashti, Baby, what was that all about.”

“I have heard my whole life that a drunk man talking is a sober man speaking.” She said pushing the bowl aside. “That night after the cookout, I heard a lot of shit from your mouth that if I was a petty bitch, I could have a lot of mother fuckers sitting behind bars and at least three bitches, myself included, out here trying to raise children without their father.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Said Chris who had long forgotten his drunken soliloquy from the night of Jayson’s birthday party.

“I know what the Circle of Amor really is. I also know that that negro that is living in your Aunt’s home is not Breon. I also know that Breon is never coming back because You, Cooley, Jabari, and Quamie made sure of it.”

“Vashti, you’re talking crazy.” Said Chris nervously

“Hmm, is what I’m saying as crazy as the fact that you are in love with the nigga that you had playing football with your sons?”

“You really need to shut the fuck up!” Yelled Chris

“Or what?  You’re going to shoot me in the head and then call your cousins over and fuck them around my dead body?”

“Vashti!”

“Now calm the fuck down and sit. We need to talk like grown ass people.”

Nervously, Chris did as his wife said.

“When I took vows with you, I swore to be a ride or die, Lady Macbeth type of bitch as long as it benefited the two of us and our children.  Plus, in spite of all the shit that I know, I still love you.”

“Really?” He asked reaching across the table and taking her hand.

“Really. So, in order to maintain this family and all that we have built together like this house and our upcoming restaurant, I am going to act as if I never heard any of the things I heard that night.  As long as I am respected, no disease gets brought back to me, and nobody gets it in their heads that my children are going to be initiated into that shit, whatever the fuck goes on within the Circle of Amor is none of my business.”

“Vashti, I swear to God, nothing involving the Circle of Amor will ever hurt this family.”

“Lastly, get the fuck over Quamie. Whatever it is that ya’ll are doing or have been doing, it doesn’t mean the same to him.  And you need to stop holding hard feelings towards Jayson, because Quamie doesn’t have feeling like that for him either. Quamie loves Trineece. He fucks ya’ll but he loves her.”

“Damn, it’s that obvious.”

“Put it like this, which one of ya’ll is he begging to have in his life.”

“I’m so sorry.” Said Chris breaking down from the reality that his true love was sitting across from the table from him.

“And I forgive you. Also, I’m going to need you to convert the guest room into a nursery_”

“I fucken knew it!” he said jumping out of his seat and running a victory lap around the kitchen. 

“Come here.” He said taking her by the hand and helping her out of her seat.  She fell into his embrace.  “I love you so much Vashti. I have done a lot of fucked up shit, a lot that I cannot undo, but the one thing in my life that I did absolutely right was ask you to be my wife and mother of my children.”

“And your yella ass had better not ever forget that, Nigga.”  Said Vashti allowing him to scoop her up in his arms and carry her to their bedroom.

 

Chapter Nineteen

“I cannot believe you’re moving out of the apartment.” Said Jayson nestling close to me. “Damn we had some great times, especially in this bed.”

“Well, it’s a good thing you’ll be taking the bed with you to your new apartment in Greensboro.”

“Yeah, I can create some new memories in it.” He laughed.

“Slut.” I said playfully kicking him

“I’m going to miss you Quamie.”

“Nigga, you’re acting like you’re moving to another country. Greensboro is only a couple of hours away.”

“It’s not going to be the same though. You and Trineece are going to get back together by the time the twins are born, everybody knows it. You’re going to be so tied down with fatherhood and running a business and maintaining a new house, you’re not going to have time for me. Not like this.”

“Jayson, that might be a good thing. You need to focus on graduating college and developing a real relationship with someone. Marvez seems like a good guy.”

“We broke up graduation night. I don’t have feelings for him.”

“But you know It’s foolish to continue to hold onto feelings for me. It’s only going to hurt you in the end.”

“It’s hurting the hell out of me now Quamie. You’re my first love.”

“But I won’t be your last. Niggas are going to come and go before the right one comes along and it’s going to hurt a little less each time. You haven’t lost me permanently Jayson, but you know you never could have had me the way that you wanted. I told you that from day one.”

The first day I had ever done anything sexual with Jayson, I had made certain to adhere to the rules of the circle:

“Quamie!  Yo, Quamie!”   Jayson knocked while entering my little office room.  “I’m all done; you bout ready?”

“Yeah, gimmie a minute.” I grimaced as I pretended to still count money.

“Yo, Quamie, is Trineece gonna be at the crib tonight?”  He asked. 

“Nah man, Trineece is at her Mom’s. We had an argument this morning and we decided to take a few days away from each other.”

“Oh, that’s cool.” He said. “Not that you and your girl are having problems but that we can have the crib to ourselves so you can fuck me.”

Damn he said that shit. That little nigga was too brave.

“Boy go the hell on with that shit”, I said fighting with every urge to lay him across my desk and tear his little mannish ass up.

“I ain’t no snitch,” He said “We keep the shit in the circle. Jerod taught me that.”

I almost broke down and cried. Damn, Jerod was forever looking out for me. And though he didn’t know it at the time, he got just one more right for the rest of us before he died.

 

“I can’t fuck you in me and my girl’s bed. I said when entered my crib.

“I know, we always keep shit respectful.” He said before dropping to his knees on my living room floor and sucking my dick so good I wished Jerod was still alive so I could thank him for training up the Lil’ JIT so well.

“You’re going to have to take it easy.” He said taking off his biker shorts. “I’ve only been fucked once before and that was before cuz died.”   

He got down on all fours.  The sight of that tight pink hole winking at me almost made me skeet my load before I even started.   I got the head in and he went scrambling across the floor, screaming and crying. He laid on his stomach panting and puffing trying to shake off the pain.

“Yo, Jayson, if you can’t take it man, we can do something else.” 

“No!” He said sniffing back the tears. “I ain’t no runner. Long as I’ve been wanting you to fuck me, I’ma take this dick down.”  He got back into the doggy style position. 

I ate his asshole to get him moist, relaxed, and opened because the next time I went in. I wasn’t planning on stopping until I busted; shit, his ass was gonna learn not to start if you can’t finish.

“Damn, Quame!”  He shrieked when I stuck it in. He was shaking and crying but the true to his word, he wasn’t running. I laid him down flat and straddled his hips as I tore into that tight, hot, juicy goodness. 

Jayson made one mistake, he threw that ass back to me one good time and that triggered something in my brain that sent my dick into overdrive.  I pounded his ass like I was drilling for oil. He screamed, he begged, he even tried to scoot away, but I won’t having none of it.  My Mama always taught me don’t play with grown folks unless you ready for them to treat you like one.

“Please, Quamie!” He begged nearly hoarse from screaming and crying. “I’m tapping out cuz, I can’t take it no more. I’ll suck the nut out of you. You can cum in my mouth!”

Jerod had always taught us to be merciful, especially with the Lil’ JITs who were just getting broken in.

His mouth was as hot and tight as his asshole had been. It didn’t take long before I was gunning pearl in his mouth.  He swallowed it then really let go crying.

“Jayson, what’s wrong, Fam?”

“I let you down. I didn’t want to tap out, but I couldn’t help it.”

That shit brought tears to my eyes because I said the exact same thing to Jerod when I couldn’t finish.  Now I was the older cousin, the trainer.  Like Jerod did with me, I held Jayson close.

“Cuz, cuz, cuz, you didn’t let me down, baby. In fact, you did damn good, this is only your second time and you lasted as long as you did.  You’re only going to get better.”

“You think so?”

“Nigga, is you black? Besides I’ma make you get better. Now that I got that ass open, I’ma stay in it until you are a pro at taking dick.”

“Thanks, Quamie.” He smiled. He kissed me passionately. For a minute I got carried away and let the shit happen but then I had to set him straight.

“That’s a no -no. I love you, but I ain’t trying to fall in love with you; understand?”

“I understand.” He said stroking my semi-hard dick.

“If your ass gets me hard again, it’s going back in you.” I warned.

“Good”, he smiled. “Practice makes perfect right.”

I laid back and once again thanked my cousin, Jerod, for all that he’d done to create this circle.

Jayson stroked my dick back to full capacity, eager to redeem himself …

 

What a difference a little over a year made.  Jayson had become a pro at taking my dick and even fucked me a few times since his 18th birthday.

“Oh Shit! Quamie!” yelled Jayson from the depths of his soul as continued to plow into him while shooting my load.

Jayson nut shot forth flooding the sheets beneath him.

There was no cuddling or declaration of love for one another afterwards. Jayson showered, dressed, then placed the keys to the shop and my apartment on my dresser.

“Thanks for everything, Quamie.”

“You take care of yourself Lil J_ you take care of yourself Jayson.  I’m going to get Jabari’s ass to come up with me to help bring you the bed.”

“That will work out perfectly, especially since he’s going to be my roommate. Goodbye for now, Quamie.

I couldn’t help but laugh when Jayson left. Those sneaky niggas. I knew they had been getting mighty close since Jayson’s birthday party, hell, they’d probably fucked right here in this bed while I was at the shop or off taking Trineece to an appointment.  Plus, I should have known Auntie and Unc wouldn’t have agreed to pay for Jayson to have an apartment off campus unless he had someone in the family to keep an eye on him. I am sure Jabari’s parents were more than willing to get his slacker ass the hell out of their house.

“Shit, we’re going to have some lit ass threesomes.” I smiled to myself as I got out of our bed to go and take a shower.

 

Chapter Twenty

I hadn’t laid hands on my precious razor since the night I almost took my own life.  I placed it in the pocket of my hoodie. I wasn’t certain if I would need it, but I was going to be ready just in case.

Aunt Fendi had called and asked if I could let Breon have Jayson’s job, because he was trying to earn some money to help take care of his son and possibly enroll in barber’s school. 

That should have been a big ass red flag to Aunt Fendi. Breon had planned to go to college and major in animation and graphic design.  But then I realized that old boy was crafty as hell. Becoming a barber took less time and money and having a son that was about to be a year old, becoming a barber was the smarter option in the short term.

I told Auntie to have him come by after I closed.

“Quamie.”

His voice startled me.  Damn if he didn’t sound almost exactly like Breon.

“Hi Cuz.” I said locking the door behind him. I had already drawn the blinds before he came. “Come with me to the back and let’s discuss some things.”

“What’s going on?” asked Breon at the sight of Chris, Cooley, and Jabari sitting menacingly  in my back room.

“That’s what the fuck we need to ask you.” Said Cooley. “Who the hell are you because we know goddamn well you’re not Breon Caraway.”

“Yea, you niggas know that shit well.” He smiled arrogantly

“Mother fucker!” said Chris bolting from his seat and pulling out his Glock. My heart was in my throat.

“Now really, how smart is that going to be?” asked Breon “I mean, you can’t get away with it twice.”

Chris wanted to pull the trigger, I could see it in those eyes, but he knew that this mother fucker who stood before us was right.

“Who the fuck are you?” asked Chris still pointing the gun at a lame attempt to intimidate the stranger.

“My real name is Montez Caraway. Ahmad Caraway is my father, though he doesn’t know it and according to the folks who raised me, he didn’t even stick around long enough to see me born.”

Now it made sense. Everybody always said that Breon looked as if Uncle Ahmad had him all by himself. Obviously, his DNA had been just as strong when it came to this nigga.

“What the fuck do you want?”

“I just want a family, man. That’s the one thing that I never had. I learned about Breon by following Takeisha on Instagram. She did so many videos about the disappearance of her baby daddy Breon Caraway. Man, you guys are lucky as fuck that she only has like fifty followers because she had ya’ll names with all kinds of accusations in those videos, but that’s how I learned who everybody was.”

“The day I showed up, I noticed two things. Most of the family was surprised to see me and acted as if they missed me. You four were surprised to see me and looked as if you knew that it was impossible for Breon to show up.”

“Man, what the fuck do you want!” I asked. I held onto the razor in my pocket.

“A told you, I just want a family. That woman has been more of a Mother to me, than I have ever had in 19 years of living. Takeisha  is more than any man can wish for in a woman, and her child. That child looks at me as if I am his Daddy. I swear to all of you, they are safe. I wouldn’t hurt any of them for anything in the world.  A broken-hearted woman has her son back, another one has her man back, and a child has his father. I gave them what you mother fuckers took away.”

“Understand, we have our eyes on you, and if anything happens to our Aunt, or that girl or that baby, whatever the fuck you think we did to Breon, we’re Goddamn sure going to do it to you.” Warned Chris.

“I swear to God, I am not going to hurt them. Let me prove it to you.”

To all of our surprises, old boy stripped bucky, bald ass naked right there in front of us. Damn he was impressive. He had the same wiry physique that Breon, his half- brother, had. Old boy was thick as hell in the back and up front.  Jabari’s leg had already begun to shake. That horny ass nigga had been quiet the whole while, but now was ready to fuck.

“Nigga, put your clothes on.” I said shutting it down before it could begin

“I’m serious, ya’ll can have me.” He said looking almost hurt by the rejection

“And I’m serious, put your clothes back on.” I said picking up his shirt and shorts from the floor and shoving them into his hands. “If you are going to be Breon, then know that this ain’t him. This wasn’t ever him.”

“I’m sorry.” He apologized.

“Now we’re going to have to build trust.” Said Cooley once Breon had redressed. “First of all be very clear, We know about you, you think you know about us. The best thing for all parties going forward is not to repeat what we think we know or know for a fact regarding one another. You’re Breon as long as nothing happens to our Aunt, our little cousin, and his Mama.”

“I swear to God and everybody in this room, I am only trying to make those people happy, and experience a little happiness for myself for once.”

“I open at nine.” I said “Your job is to keep the shop clean, sell supplies, and keep up with inventory. I pay a flat rate of $300 a week, it’s up to you to manage your taxes because I don’t withhold any.”

“Thank you.” He said teary eyed.

“You can go now.” I said. Opening the back door for him to leave

“What do you guys think?” asked Chris once he was gone.

“I think we wait and see, but always stay ready.” Said Cooley.

“I second that.” I said.

“I’m down.” Said Chris

“Damn, we could have cum banged old boy.” Said Jabari

“You know what Jabari; I can’t wait to drop your ass off in Greensboro and let you worry the hell out of Jayson.” I said annoyed

“But seriously though Quamie, he was going to let us.”

“The nigga is hopeless.” Sighed Cooley. “Ya’ll be good, I’m going to head on home to the kids and the Mrs.”   He dapped all of us then left out the back door.

“Jabari, ain’t nobody fucking, Nigga, care your ass!” said Chris annoyed and anxious because the two of us really needed to have a conversation.

“Damn, you ain’t gotta be hateful.” He sulked. He lingered by the backdoor a couple of seconds in case we changed our minds, but eventually caught the hint and left.

“Crazy, horny ass nigga.” Laughed Chris. “But ask him to get a job and do something productive. I can’t believe Jayson’s folks are going to allow Jabri’s slack, irresponsible ass to share an apartment with Jayson.”

“Both families are splitting the cost. On the one hand Jayson’s parents know he has at least one family member nearby, and on the other hand, Jabari’s folks are going to get him the hell out of their house and maybe just maybe he will figure out something responsible to do.”

“That’s going to work until Jayson flunks out his first semester because those two hypersexual punks just laid around fucking each other and getting high all day in the apartment that their parents paid for.”  Said Chris

“Damn, Chris, can’t you be a little more optimistic?”

“I’m just saying, you can’t let two children loose in a candy store unsupervised and be shocked when they get a tummy ache.”

“Well, I’m going to keep up with them and make sure they stay on the straight and narrow.”

“I bet you will. Especially, Jayson.”

“So, why did Vashti slap me?” I asked. It had been a month, and this was the first time that Chris and I had been in the same space since it had happened.

“I told you, she was hormonal.” He lied.

“You know I know when you are not telling the truth.”

“It doesn’t matter, Quamie, she still loves you. You’re still Uncle Quamie to our two sons and the one on the way.”

“Man, our children are going to be a few months apart. They get to grow up together.”

“How are things with Trineece?”

“For some strange reason, every night since we’ve moved into the new house, she’s been frightened by something and I always wind up having to sleep in her room with her.”

“That woman loves your fruity ass.” Teased Chris “And you deserve it. Marry that woman and give her those babies the absolute best.”

“Damn why does this feel like goodbye?”

“Don’t get it twisted nigga, whenever you’re down, we can fuck like craven beasts, but this shit don’t never come before our families again.”

“I feel you.” I said giving him a hug. “Besides, that’s what Jerod taught us.”

“Damn” said Chris wiping away a tear as we released our embrace. “He’d be so proud of us. We fucked up, but we managed to get it together.”

“I love you Chris.”

“I love you Quamie.”

 

The End

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Locked for the Gorgon

We got to the address about 5pm, as instructed, both already wearing “the uniform” we’d been told to wear: black shoes, black trousers, black button-up shirt.
James looked incredible (as always). Tall, his long dirty-blonde hair falling to his shoulders in a tussle, and his broad shoulders fitting snuggly inside the shirt he’d bought for himself before we’d committed to go to the gym together three times a week.

I’d never catered an event before, so was just doing the best I could: black jeans, dark shoes and a shirt that was probably closer to navy.

James took me round the back of the house and knocked.

An older man (also dressed all in black) answered. “Excellent” he said. “The kitchen’s through there” he pointed, looking at James, “and you’ll be needed upstairs” he said looking me up and down.

“We were hoping to stay together. If that’s ok?” James said. “It’s his first time, I promised I’d help him out”

“Oh sorry. The agency said the catering staff would all come in uniform, I just assumed you were helping with the exhibit.” he said to me.
“If you both want to work upstairs we can arrange for that” Now he was dragging his eyes over James the same way he had me.

“It’s fine, James. I can handle it alone” I said with a nervous smile. “I’ll catch up with you later.”

The man (who introduced himself as Richard) lead me to the stairs while James headed to the kitchen.

As we climbed he asked “so I assume you haven’t read the requirements for this job then?”

“No” I couldn’t take my eyes of his ass as he took each step. He clearly worked those glutes out a lot. “Is it more catering and stuff?”

He shook his head. “The catering is just for the guests while they enjoy the exhibit. You’ll be part of the art itself.”

Whatever I thought. As long as holding a painting pays the same as holding a tray of mini quiches.

He opened a door to another room: a bedroom this time. There were two other guys in there, each wearing plain white t-shirts and loose gray jogging trousers. Both were about the same age as me I guessed; out of uni within the last year or two.
One was lying casually on the bed don’t look at his bulge jesus is he not wearing underwear who wouldn’t wear underwear to work? and the other standing in front of a bookshelf reading the spines.

My guide went to a chest of drawers and pulled out a set of matching pyjamas.
“Change into these.” he said sharply.
I looked around for the en suite or at least a partition or something. “Now.” he snapped.

I took of my shirt and placed it on the bed, putting on the white t-shirt he gave me. It wasnt my size, way too baggy.

“Trousers” he said. I slipped off my jeans and shoes. I noticed the other guys were barefoot so i took my socks off too and reach for the gray joggers.

“Underwear” I looked at the other guys to make sure they’d heard the same.

Bookshelf guy blushed and faced away.

Bed guy grinned folded his arms behind his head and looked up at the ceiling. “It’s cool dude, we did it. I did it last time too, that’s why I came early this time.”

So you didn’t have to get undressed in front of others? I wondered Or so you could see us all?

I thought of James downstairs. He’d vouched for me with the catering company, if I fucked up he’d be blamed too.

“We’re running late!” said the guide. Fine I thought, and pulled my black briefs down. I’m not ashamed of my body, I’m in good enough shape, especially since James has been helping me at the gym. I’ve seen guys do anything to hide their junk while they’re naked in the changing rooms – that’s not me. But yeah, I angled myself away from the other guys while I changed: I know that five inches isn’t really anything to show off.
When I turned back, the guide was watching me, holding my clothes in a pile: he had one hand underneath and one hand on top, lying flat against my briefs.
Before I could ask for my phone from the pocket he was out the room.

“The dude’s a pervert. We’re running right to schedule, he just wanted a peek” bed guy said. “Bradley” he reached out and offered me his hand, I shook it.

“This is Liam.” Bradley said pointing to boomshelf guy. “His first time too. Adam will be in a few minutes himself I expect, get the yoga started.”

Yoga?

Before I could voice my confusion or even introduce myself the door opened again and a ridiculously handsome man entered.

Tall, dark mediteranean skin, thick black hair in tight curls. He was wearing black too, but I could tell it wasn’t a “uniform”. He was dressed for the party.

“Ah excellent” he said looking at me. Fuck, those green eyes were intense. He smiled and I instinctually smiled back. “I thought I heard more voices. I was worried we’d have to do with only two. Follow me”

I was the closest to the door, so the first to follow him out. My bare feet sank into the lush carpet as I heard talking and the clicking of glassware from the floor below.

Into a large empty room we went: the walls were decorated, but no furniture, just three yoga mats in the centre of the room. Bradley walked up to one, and when I saw Liam copy him I did too.

“Glad to see you back, Bradley” the man said with what looked to be a genuine smile. “I don’t see a lot of repeat performers here.”

Performers?

I held up my hand, which the man laughed at when he saw. “Yes…?”

“Cal”

“I’m Adam, Cal. and I’m so pleased you could join us.”

“Ummm… thanks. To be honest, I thought I’d be working the kitchen. I’m not a performer, especially not yoga. I think there’s been a mix-up.”

Adam looked me up and down, I could almost feel his eyes on my body as he took in my feet, my almost-bulge, my baggy tshirt “Not to worry. You look like you work out, yes?”

“Um… sure”

“Feet shoulder width apart, give me as deep a squat as you can.” It wasn’t a question.

I saw Liam shift in the corner of my eyes and assumed we were all doing it, so I took up the squat position. It was only when I was down there that I realised I was the only one.

“Good” said Adam. My legs were already starting to burn. “Can you lace your fingers together and hold them behind your head. Good. Except look to me?” he touched my chin with two fingers, tilting my head up gently.

When I looked up I almost screamed and fell back on my ass.

Instead of those gorgeous green eyes that made me want to smile, they were sharp and jagged, yellow and gold, Long and narrow instead of round pupils, like a snake and… moving? Were they moving or was that other eyes? Did he have other eyes in his hair?

But I couldn’t scream. I couldn’t fall back. I was completely frozen. Locked in place.

“Bradley and… Liam, was it?” Adam said. “Would you like to just get into position too, or prefer to stretch first?”

“I’ll stretch” said Bradley and Liam nodded along. Bradley seemed comfortable enough, though Liam was looking at me out of the corner of eyes with a nervous look on his face.
I tried to move but was completely fixed.

Adam walked over to a small table, picked up a tiny gold bell and jingled it.

A man opened the door, saw me, nodded to Adam and closed the door.

“Okay boys, lets start easy.” said Adam.
 Bradley immediately took his shirt off and threw it into a corner.

I had no idea what was happening. I was fixed in place, my muscles were burning, but in a way that was gradually fading.
I knew I should have been scared, but I could barely hear my heart beat at all, there was no thumpthump of fear.

I watched as Adam led Bradley and Liam through a series of stretches. Bradleys muscles were magnificent to watch: bulging just where they should, and as I watched I noticed beads of sweat forming over his skin as he excercised.
I wanted to reach out, touch him, smell him. I felt a dull ache in my balls – I was getting more and more aroused as they worked out but my dick wasn’t responding at all.

While dam was leading Liam and Bradley through a series of stretches that involved them curling their arms through the others legs, Richard opened the door and came in with a large pair of scissors. If it could have, my heart would have leapt in fear as he walked towards me.
Snip went my tshirt, and then snip… no more trousers.

I was paralysed, naked and squatting in a strangers home, with who knows how many strangers and…

James walked in. He was pushing a light flat-bed trolley.

I saw his eyes move over Liam’s arms and Bradley’s abs as they moved through different postures. Bradley smirked, turned around, and placed his hands on the floor.

James gawked at his ass for a second, and then looked to the guide. “Is this the piece you need moved?” he jerked his head at me.

“Help me get it onto the trolley”, Richard nodded. He put one hand at the back of my head and scooped his other round my inner thigh. An explosion of senstation went off where he touched, but the shudder never moved up my skin. Then I felt James’s hand scoop round my other leg.

He didn’t stick to the thigh though.
His hand slid over my butt cheek, over my balls and slid in between my cock and my legs.
I could feel the warmth of his skin against mine. My balls ached as my cock failed to react in the way they needed it to.

I’d been in the opposite situation countless times. Naked, surrounded by men, James often there evem, and just pleading not to be noticed. Praying to myself not to get hard.

Please I thought to James. If he just grabbed a little firmer that might be enough to get me hard enough that he’d notice I wasn’t just a statue. But while his fingers wormed there way around my cock and balls and ass, getting a grip strong enough to lift me, his eyes were on Bradley’s sweaty happy trail and the man stretched the full length of his body up with arms and tiptoes.

James and Richard lifted me up on to the trolley, and lay me on my back. I was still in the squatting position, so now my legs were up in the air. When they pushed the trolley down the corridor to the elevator, I was greeting everyone we passed hole-first.

“Have you seen Cal?” James asked Richard in the elevator.

“He’s around here somewhere I’m sure” Richard said with a smirk, and ran a finger down the base of my foot.

I didn’t scream.

__________

They set me up in the foyer where the main party was taking place.

Every time the door opened I felt the breeze around my ankles, my neck, my balls.
Most of the guests were clearly oblivious to what was going on. They admired me as a statue (“look at the detail around the nipples”, and “I wonder how he gets body hair so precise when its that fine”) but I could tell a few knew what was really happening.

There were knowing smiles as they looked in the eyes, rather than those who looked at my eyes.
Almost all of these men (they were all men) touched me. Stroked me knees in way that sent electrictricity up my spine, lightly touched my lips with a finger or thumb.
One even squatted down in front of me in a similar pose. He ran a finger around my nipples, down down down my stomach until he was almost but not quite playing with my cock. His fingers brushed through my brittle pubic hair, and he grazed my thighs as he avoided my cock to reach underneath, teasing my hole.

PLEASE, I begged him with my unmoving eyes. I need to cum! I didnt care about the rest of what was happening, I’d figure that out later.

“Adam!” the guest called looking a bit concerned.

Adam hurried over. “What’s wrong?”

The guest reached down to my crotch again, this time he circled a finger over the tip of my cock. I watched as he stood and offered the finger to Adam, who took the man’s hand and placed the finger into his mouth.

“Ah I see.” Adam looked down at me, gorgeous green eyes hiding a dozen snakes. “We have a leak.”

For a second I thought I’d been saved- that someone had managed to get the message out. But now, he meant it literally. I was leaking. I couldn’t move, my cock couldn’t move, not twitch when tickled, or get hard when stroked… but apparently Adam could taste my pre-cum on this man’s finger.

Adam knelt down and ran a hand from my knee, up my thigh. Tiny legs hairs broke and flew off under his touch. His hand slid under my balls, fingers tickling at my taint as they passed, then up to the based of my cock and slowly down it.
I hadn’t noticed it before, but now that it had been pointed out I could feel it: the pre-cum.
He flicked his thumb round the tip of my cock and my non-existent scream became a non-existent moan. Adam placed his thumb at the tiny opening in my lips. I could taste it.

“You!” he said, snapping his fingers at someone behind my head. “A cold damp cloth. Now please.”

“Yes sir” said someone behind me. Someone who I was pretty sure I recognised the voice of…

James came back a minute later with a cloth.

“Someone has smeared something on this statue.” Adam took the cloth and ran it over my nipples (there was nothing there, but the cold felt incredible, especially in the breezes when the front door opened a second later), then gestured to my cock, still leaking. “Can you clean it for me while I talk to this guest?”

Within seconds James was on his knees, one hand on my shoulder steadying himself, and wiping the thin cloth over my cock and balls with the palm of his hand.
It was torture. I’d fantasised about this so many times (normally the other way round, where I’m servicing his cock for him) and now it was soo close… actually touching even. Just a thin piece of cloth and some sort of gorgon’s curse between us.

Wait. Is he looking at me? James was finally looking my face, my eyes, rather than focusing on where he was carrying or cleaning “the statue”. 

“Hey, this looks like my friend” said James when Adam came back over.

“Oh?”

“Yeh he was gonna help with the catering but they asked him to go upstairs.”

“Oh you’re friends with the model? Excellent that will make things easier. Richard.” he summoned the guide over with a click of his fingers.

“This ones still defective.” he said to Richard, swirling his finger tip around my cockhead again. “Take it back upstairs and pay the model, yes? Since these two know each other, this one can help with readjustments.”

Back on to the trolley I went. This time James was careful not to hold “the staue” anywhere too sensitive. He was still happy enough to rip more hair off my legs and arms as he found purchase, but he avoided my crotch, my ass and face.

Once we were on the move Richard started talking.

“Ok. I will say this once and then I will be returning to the party I have been planning for 19 months. I do not have time for your questions.” he was talking to James, but looking straight in my eyes as they pushed the trolley.
“When the model returns, he will probably be overwhelmed by physical sensation.
He has been holding the pose for a longer time than his body is currently feeling, and once he stops holding it the muscles will ache – we normally provide massages at this stage, but I’m afraid he’ll have to do with whatever you’re willing to give.”

“You want me to rub Cal because he’s had a hard day at work?”

“No time for questions. especially sarcastic ones. He will also be overwhelmed by other physical sensations. 
Normally the body resolves sensory input with various autonomic responses: a tickle in the nose makes you sneeze, an itch makes you scratch.
Once he comes to, he’ll have an evening’s worth off itches to scratch, and a musculature too sore and sensitive. He will want your help.”

“What do you mean ‘comes to’?!” James said, definitely sounding concerned.

Richard ignored him and started lifting. James saw was he was doing and lifted me too, sat me on the bed, feet dangling in their locked-squat position.

“αφυπνίζομαι” Richard whispered at me, stood, and walked to the door.

James hand was still under my leg, and as he slid it out, his long rough fingers brushed against my balls again. This time, though my body reacted.
All the pent up energy from the past few hours, the additional sensitivity of my balls being completely smooth, and now more touching from a man I’d been crushing on for months. I came. And I came right in James face.

“What the hell?” he said, spluttering and wiping his face. He looked at Richard who just laughed and nodded at my face.

I could feel my jaw loosening.

“Help” I wheezed out to James.

“Oh my god, it really is you!”

“Please” I begged, managing just enough effort to fall back on the bed, letting my legs go limp.

“What do you need, man?!” James’s breath was short. He was still kneeling between my legs, and my erect cock was standing between our eye contact.

“Cum. Need to cum. Please.” It was so much effort – not just to talk, but to admit to James that I wanted him. I’d been hiding this for months. I was so worried he’d just up and follow RIchard out the door and I’d never see him again.

Then he grinned, leaned forward, and began to suck.

“How can I help you today Steven?” asked Dr. Knox, looking up from his desk.

I sat down opposite him, happy to look at his handsome tanned face and blue eyes. For a man in his late fifties he was petty hot eye candy.

“It’s a bit embarrassing” I replied “I don’t quite know how to tell you”.

“It’s O.K. Steven, I’m pretty experienced, nothing will embarrass me. So if it’s something concerning your cock or balls just tell me using those terms, medical terminology isn’t required”.

I took a deep breath and blurted out my problem.

“It’s my arsehole, it’s too tight. So tight that my boyfriend has just left me because he couldn’t fuck me”,

Dr. Knox, looked slightly amused.

“Well that is just too bad about your boyfriend”. he said “He obviously didn’t have any patience. Have you tried to loosen your hole with your fingers?”

I felt my face go crimson with embarrassment.

“Yes I tried that and I tried a dildo but couldn’t get that inside me at all”.

“Think we better have a look at you young Steven, so if you want to go behind the screen and remove your jeans and underwear I’ll take a look”.

Young? I was in my late twenties so felt that I was worldly wise apart from the fact I’d never been fucked.

Nervously I waited on the examination bed, naked from the waist down. After a few minutes Dr.Knox can behind the screen wearing rubber gloves.

“Now just spread your legs wide Steven and relax”.

Using a tube of lubrication Dr. Knox proceeded to push a finger into my arse.

I immediately clamped my hole around it stopping it from going further into me.

“Relax lad” said Dr,Knox, just relax completely”.

I did as he said and I felt half of his finger slide into me.

“Good, good lad keep relaxed like that”.

I felt his whole finger slide right up my arse and it stroked my prostate.

My dick began to stir as he slid his finger back and forth into my hole.

“Let’s try two fingers Steven, think you can take two fingers in there”.

He removed his finger replacing one with two which glided up my arse right to the knuckle.

“You seem to be loosening up lad, just keep relaxing like that”.

His probing fingers stroked over my prostate again and my prick jumped.

“I see I have found your  pleasure spot Steven so just keep relaxing”.

He began to move his two fingers back and forth in my arsehole and then managed to get three up me which took my breath away.

“That’s good lad, you’ve got three of my fingers up you now “.

He continued to finger fuck my hole and I found myself moaning with pleasure.

“I see this is exciting you too which is good. Means that I am opening up the possibilities for you to fuck in the very near future”.

I was so relaxed now so Dr Knox put my legs up onto the stirrups of the examining table.

He pulled his fingers from my hole and left me for a few moments retuning with a cock shaped dildo.

“Now Steven lad, I think you will be able to take this fake cock now, so just relax again and let us see”.

With ample lube on the dildo he began to push it into me. It hurt at first but I managed to relax some more and take half of it into my arse.

“How does that feel lad?” said the doctor.

“Like I’m having a dump backwards” I said .

He smiled and continued feeding the dildo into me until all of it was snugly inside my arse.

He began to push it back and forth and I began moaning again.

“Is that O.K.? Does it feel good?” asked Dr. Knox.

I could hardly speak, the dildo was pleasuring me now and I realised just what I had been missing.

“It feels ……..Oh! So good”. I said gripping the sides of the examination bed.

The dildo was going back and forth with slippery ease, stroking my prostate and going deep into my arse. My cock was rigidly stiff but I was no longer embarrassed. I was really enjoying myself.

“Now you now what it feels like to be fucked Steven. Do you like it lad?

“Oh! Yes doctor. I don’t want you to stop”.

“I don’t want to stop either” said Dr. Knox shunting the dildo fast. “But I have other patients to see I’m afraid”.

“Too bad” I said .

“Tell you what. Why don’t you come and visit me at home tonight. I have a number of dildo’s and I could continue our appointment then with plenty of time to sort you out”.

He winked at me knowingly and pulled the dildo from my hole.

I got myself dressed with some difficulty as my dick was still stiff a problem that the doctor noticed.

“Save that erection for later” he said “I may be able to help you with that too”. Then he handed me his card with his home address and told me to arrive about seven .

I was pretty excited particularly when I found out that my Dr Knox was totally gay. Anyway he answered the door wearing a towelling robe and he looked fucking handsome.

“Glad you could make it Steven, do come in and make yourself at home”.

That was easy to do, his home was a sumptuous pad with expensive sofas and soft furnishings.

“Now you must call me Michael and not Dr. Knox as we are not in the surgery now. tell me Steven have you been fingering yourself to stretch that tight hole of yours?”

I told him that I had managed three fingers and was getting more relaxed.

“We’ll have a drink first and then I’ll examine you downstairs” said the doc.

Downstairs? I was curious as to what was downstairs and presumed it was some sort of examination room.

After a few drinks I was extremely relaxed and the doc was too as he was telling me about his last boyfriend and how they fucked every night. He said the guy was insatiable and had to end the affair as he needed more cock than the doc could give.

His revelations were getting me pretty stiff so I was ready when the doc asked me to follow him downstairs.

“Get undressed completely and I’ll introduce you to

 my latest toy”. said the doc leading me into the basement room.

I could see instantly what the new toy was as it was there in the middle of the room lined up with an examination table.

I stripped off, my dick happily showing off it’s rigid stiffness.

“This is ‘Fuck Boy’” he said pointing to the obvious fuck machine. “I bought it to satisfy my ex but even this didn’t keep us together. Thought it would be ideal to open your tight hole up. Do you want to try it?”

I was very apprehensive but curious too so I said I would give it a go if he thought it would help me.

I looked at the impressive fake cock it’s realism uncanny. Beautiful shaped knob and gnarled shaft of some seven inches and balls that served as a jam to prevent further entry.

I climbed onto the table and put my legs up on the stirrups available.

Doc lubed my arsehole for a few moments, his greasy fingers working into me deep and making me moan. I held my stiff cock as he finger fucked my hole and was ready to try  ‘Fuck Boy’.

The doc lined up the machine so that the tip of the knob was against my greasy hole. He then applied more lube to the fake prick and switched the motor on.

“Fucking Hell!” I yelled as the dildo entered my tight hole “Fucking! Fucking! Hell!”

I wriggled my arse to try and avoid the thrust of the machine but to no avail, ‘Fuck Boy’ was driving hard into me again and again.

“It gets better” said the doc grabbing hold of my cock and wanking it slow.

The machine relentlessly fucked me and gradually I began too like the thrust and feel of the fake cock.

When the doc leaned over and began sucking on my prick I was in absolute heaven and began moaning with rapturous pleasure.

I was so close with the doc rolling his hot tongue all around my knob and shaft and did my best to hold off coming. He sensed my anguish and stopped sucking me, his tongue now lapping at my nipples. I was oozing pre cum as ‘Fuck Boy’ ravaged my arsehole and with more lube I took the fake cock with absolute abandon.

“How would you like to try a real cock now lad?” said the doc dropping his bath robe to the floor.

I ogled his firm body and was bog eyed at the beautiful thick stiff cock he had. The thing looked like a real hole stretcher and thicker than ‘Fuck Boy’ as well as having a good seven inches in length.

“Think you can take this beauty?” said the dock waving his prick at me.

“Oh! Yes!! I said “Put it in me and fuck me”.

The doc switched off the machine and moved ‘Fuck Boy’ away. He adjusted the table to line up his cock with my hole, lubed the shaft and just stuck it into me.

I took half of his prick with a yelp and then another yelp as he gave me the length ball deep.

“Oh! Fuck!” I said breathing heavily “Oh! Fuck! It feels good, Oh! So good!”.

When the doc began too fuck the feelings were out of this world and I was moaning incessantly.

“Do you like your doctors old cock fucking your arsehole Steven? Does it feel nice and hot?”

Wow! It was hot alright and the depth of the fuck was awesome and had my prostate jumping for joy.

“Oh! Michael, fuck me, fuck me harder” I said my mind in absolute sexual fervour.

“I’m close Steven so close. Do you want me to spurt inside you?”

“Oh! Fuck! Yes! Shoot your load into me, spurt your spunk up me good”.

He began to holler as his balls let loose their creamy load and as he loaded my arsehole with cum he began to wank me fast.

I started coming too, my arsehole contracting against his spurting cock, our spunk shooting thick and fast.

My heaving belly was a piece of artwork with my cum splattered across it in streaks and blobs.

The doc thrust hard, his balls slapping me, the last jerks of creamy spunk oozing from his magnificent cock.

The doc pulled his cock from me and my rough ridden arsehole closed tightly.

“That was a great fuck lad, I hope it was good for you ? said the doc .

My hole was throbbing helplessly but it had been really good.

“I like to finish a session with ‘Fuck Boy’ shagging my hole” said the doc helping from off the examination table.

“Line up my arse with “Fuck Boy’ lad and watch me get fucked mechanically”.

I did as he asked but instead of getting himself open legged in the stirrups he just leaned over the table and held his arse cheeks wide.

I lined the machine up, the knob of the fake cock aimed at his hole.

“Use your cum as lube lad, you cant beat a dollop of spunk to lube up a cock.”.

I gathered some of my own cum up and worked it over the fake prick.

“I’m ready Steven, switch “Fuck Boy”‘ on”.

I did as he asked and the seven inch dildo started to ram into the doc’s  willing arsehole.

He was soon groaning, taking the mechanical dick deep into his hole, a sight that soon had my cock twitching again.

The thrust of the fucking was beyond belief as the doc demanded I turn ‘Fuck Boy’ to it’s highest position.

The prick was going in and out of the doc like crazy and he was loving it.

“Give me your cock to suck lad please I need your cock to suck now. Please now!”

I moved to his head and let his hot mouth clamp over my prick. He began sucking my dick ferociously, slurping on it as fast as the machine fucked his arse.

In no time at all my cock started to buck in his mouth. The urgent sucking sounds were a sign that he needed my spunk in his mouth and down his throat so I just let it happen, my cum shooting from me in helpless spurts.

The doc gobbled me off good, his mouth greedy for my cum, his own prick spurting semen onto the floor as ‘Fuck Boy’ continued to pound his delicate prostate.

“Oh! My God! Enough” said the doc “Switch it off, fucking switch it off, I’m fucked!”.

My hole was still aching so I knew that the doc’s arse must be tingling.

“I don’t want you to go yet Steven but I guess you must.”.

I was at that after fuck stage where cock and hole were done even though I was curious to stay longer.

“How would you like too see my big cock actually inside your hot arsehole fucking you?” he said.

“I don’t know what you mean?” I said.

“We have a machine in the hospital that can show images of your insides, the use it for regnant women to see the progress of babies but it would be good to see my cock up you and you can see it too. It would be so sexy”.

“How can that happen. It sounds pretty horny but how can I go to the hospital to be fucked and watch it on screen?”

“Sounds impossible doesn’t it and yet I can make it happen. Another doc in the maternity unit owes me a big favour so let me set it up lad”.

So it came to be that I was sneaked into a hospital room with the ultra sound machine.

Doc and his accomplice Dr.Frank had me strip off and lay on an examination table. I was so excited I could not stop my cock from erecting to a painful stiffness.

Michael held my stiff cock whilst Dr.Frank got the machine up and running.

“The lad has a nice cock” said Dr.Frank.

“His hole is pretty nice too” said Michael wanking me nice and slow.

Dr Frank leaned over me for a generous suck of my prick whilst doc Michael unzipped his trousers and pulled out his thick erect cock.

He slipped out of his trousers and with a tube of lube handy, lubed up his cock and then Dr Frank smeared my belly with clear gel used with the machine. With a probe Dr.Frank switched  the machine and placed the probe onto my pubic area.

Doc Michael pushed his cock into my arsehole and I could see the image of his prick invading my hole, his knob nicely shaped and clear to the eye as he began to fuck me.

“That looks fucking amazing” said Dr.Frank “Such a clear image of rampant cock sliding up a randy arsehole. I want some of that Michael”.

Suddenly doc pulled from me and told Dr Frank to get stuck in whilst he took over the image probe.

Dr.Frank whipped his lovely stiff dick out and it was longer than Michael’s. With a good lashing of lube he thrust his long cock up my hole.

The image on screen was fucking awesome as the big prick pushed up my arsehole into my gut. Back and forth it went, my hole gripping it tight as Michael circled the probe on my belly.

“Look at that big cock going into you lad. It looks incredible”. said Michael.

The feeling was one of ultimate pleasure, the hard prick fucking me with some determination.

“I’m gonna shoot my load” said Dr Frank “Hope you can see it on the screen”.

The dick was pumping back and forth and the sperm did show as it leaped from the hapless knob and into my arsehole.

“Right!” said Michael “Let me get back in I’m as horny as fuck”.

Using Dr.Frank’s cum as lube Michael slipped his thick prick back into my hole with some urgency. Dr Frank took hold of the probe and I could see the image clearly as the cock drove into my arse.

I was squealing with pleasure ,my arsehole gripping the doc’s prick nice and tight.

“I’m coming lad, coming right up your arse” said the doc grinding his prick into me. The image showed the gush of sperm shooting into me as the throbbing prick unloaded.

Both doctors had shagged me good and both wanted to toss the cum from my nuts. With one mouth on my balls and another on my knob I was soon creaming off letting both men fight for a taste of my spunk.

The experience was one of total bliss, at last I could take cock up my arse but I didn’t need to go online to search for another boyfriend, doc wanted to fill that position together with Dr.Frank who wanted me too.

“Lucky me!”

Bradleigh is extremely smart. So smart in fact that he aces all of his courses every semester without studying. He can complete a one-thousand-piece picture puzzle in forty-five minutes. He can solve a Rubik’s cube in ten. He’s also an avid reader, this Bradleigh, and he can’t help but roll his eyes when the protagonists make the most nonsensical decisions that bring about the worst possible outcomes. These are the reasons why it’s so unfathomable to him how he found himself in this mess.

He crashed his dad’s truck into a tree.

In the middle of nowhere.

In the wee hours of the morning.

His Phone is dead.

And he’s also still drunk from the alcohol from earlier.

His father is going to bludgeon him with the first object he gets his hands on. Seriously, one time, his dad beat him with a cushion. It hurt like hell, and to this day, he still doesn’t understand how.

He is three minutes away from offing himself.

Two minutes away from having a breakdown.

And one minute away from resuming his ‘sob-fest.’

He feels so stupid going to that party at Herald’s Bay.

*****

It was a Thursday and Bradleigh was wiping down some tables in his dad’s restaurant; One hour away from lock up when suddenly, boisterous laughter filled the air and he heard the chime of the bells above the entrance door.  He looked up and there, amongst the sea of smiles was the one smile that melts his heart like a stick of butter in a hot skillet.

Daniel.

Him and Dan were besties. Their moms were best friends, so it was only fitting that their sons become best friends as well. But you know…life happened…and their friendship only lasted until the beginning of high school and Dan joined the soccer team and became the star of the squad and he started hanging with the ‘popular’ group and overtime, he stopped coming over to Brad’s house after school, stopped replying to his texts, stopped speaking to him; It’s like the two boys never knew each other.

It’s been five years since they last saw each other. Brad went off to college in England while Dan stayed behind to help his pops out at his hardware store.

It was an awful time. He couldn’t stop thinking about Dan and how he was doing while he was away. He could not understand how their friendship just…ceased. Poof. Gone. Like a magician making a rabbit disappear.

This is the first time that Brad is seeing Dan since he came back two months ago.

He looks the same way, just taller. Wavy dark hair, rich chocolate eyes, and lips the same colour as a ripe strawberry.

His eyebrows are slanted upwards, which makes him look as though he’s frowning all the time and it just makes him look even cuter.

The sight of Dan just…cuts the hole of intense neediness and loneliness within him so deep, with such a ferocity that if feels like a machete mincing his insides.

“Hello, Brad,” he says, his voice still carrying that same smooth bass.  He says it so casually too, as if all is well with the world. As if he didn’t practically cut Brad out of his life. As if Brad’s existence never mattered to him.

Keeping things professional, Brad responds: “Hi gentlemen, welcome to Stef’s Steak Shak, what can I get you?”

Daniel gives him a long look, the stare that makes you feel like he’s staring into your soul and reading every thought. And he’s good at it. Somehow, Daniel just knows what he’s thinking, knows what he’s going to do, knows what kind of mood he’s in just by staring and it still scares him.

“Burgers for everyone please.”

Dan pays and sits at the booth at the far end with his buddies.

Bradleigh rings up their order and continues with his evening duties. The whole time, his skin is on fire. He feels a pair of eyes on him and he feels clammy and uncomfortable.

When he went over to retrieve the plates and cutlery, Daniel grabbed his arm.

“Stop by at Herald’s Bay later, we’re having a beach party there in a few hours. A sunrise type of thing. It starts at 3.”

“I don’t”-

“Oh, come on, Brad, you have nothing to do at home. It’ll be fun.”

He hates when people put him on the spot. As of now, six pairs of eyes are staring at him. And he so badly wants to say “no” but somehow, “yes” rolls off his tongue. He can never say “no” to Dan, even after all this time.

The boys whoop and cheer while Brad mentally sighs.

*****

Brad doesn’t know what to wear. It’s a party…on the beach…at night…or morning? Well, it’ll be dark either way. But like, what’s the procedure? He can’t go wrong with a beach pants. Right? But then he’d feel silly if he’s the only person in swimwear.

A mental image flashes in his mind of him showing up in nothing but his College Swim team speedo.

He chuckles to himself, that’ll for sure make a statement.  

But for real, it’s 2023, who cares what others thinks.

He chooses his black shorts with palm trees and a white T-shirt. He wears all white sneakers and proceeds to walk out the door-

“Where are you off to, bud?” asks his father, Stephan. “It’s three a.m.”

“Uhhhh, just this party on the beach.”

“With whom?”

“Daniel.”

Stefan is silent for a while.

He does that thing where he moves his hands in a circular motion when he’s having difficulty comprehending something and asks: “So, I mean…but how…?” [he stammers and clears his throat] “I thought you weren’t speaking.”

“I thought so too.”

“So, what happened?”

“I’d like to know myself.”

*****

Okay, girls are wearing bikinis and boys are shirtless so he doesn’t feel weird about his appearance. He idly walks about, taking in the mass of energetic bodies prancing around while sipping raw whiskey from a plastic cup.

It’s the typical scene that’s so common nowadays. Girls taking selfies and updating their Instagram statuses, fellas playing games that involve drinking alcohol, couples huddled close together in dark corners and that one guy passed out on the ground.

But the ambience is nice. There’s a full moon, there’s the whooshing sound of the waves lapping at the shore and the sea mist spraying his face. Despite the vulgar rap music, it actually feels great to be outside. To be here.

Brad feels a hand on his shoulder and he looks around to see Daniel behind him.

“You made it.”

“I guess so.”

“Come, walk with me.”

The men stroll along the shore, an uncomfortable silence between them.

“So…how are yuh?” mumbles Dan.

“What am I doing here Daniel?”

“So, what, we can’t hang out now? I just miss you, is all.”

Bradleigh doesn’t answer him. If he does, he’ll say something he’ll regret.

They walk until the noise from the party becomes a distant thud and decide to relax in the confines of a secluded cove. Dan takes out his blanket from his backpack and rests it on the sand.

At this point, the sky is basked in shades of tangerine, purple and pink. The sea gulls begin their morning routine of scoping the sand for scraps and diving into the water hoping to grab a fish while the sand crabs creep out of their hiding holes; occasionally scrambling back in when one of the birds walks by.

“You haven’t answered my question.”

“I’m doing well Daniel, just peachy.”

Daniel laughs, “you don’t sound peachy.”

“I’m leaving.” Brad attempts to stand up but Daniel drags him back down by the tail end of his shirt.

“No, talk to me.”

“Dan, I’m not in the mood- you know what. I’d like to just know why. What did I ever do to you? One minute we were…I don’t know, inseparable, and you just cut me out of…”

Daniel mutes him by entwining their lips. He doesn’t give Brad a chance. He kisses him with so much hunger, with so much longing. It’s like Bradleigh is the oxygen he needs to survive; as though Bradleigh’s presence is so important to him right now that if he were to leave, he’ll die on the spot.

And while they’re kissing, a kaleidoscope of memories flashes at the forefront of his brain. All those times he so badly wanted to tell Brad how much he means to him and about the love he has for him. But he had to repress these feelings. He had to put them in a cardboard box and store them at the very far back of his mind. So long forgotten that the box picked up a lot of cobwebs and went into a state of wear and tear.

It was for the best because Brad was killing him. It’s so unbearably hard to be around someone knowing that he will never like you that way.

But who was he to arrive at hollow conclusions. To just presume that Bradleigh was straight. This is one of life’s most fundamental lessons. If you don’t take a risk, you’ll never know where it could lead you. If you don’t open your mouth and speak up for what you want, you will always go without.

And it turns out that that this risk brought the desired result he was looking for. Bradleigh is kissing him back, snaking his tongue inside of his mouth and running his hands through his hair. The men pull away and hurriedly disrobe until they’re fully naked; taking mental polaroids of each other’s bodies before resettling on the blanket. Bradleigh lies down on his back and Daniel uses his left knee to part his thighs so he can settle between them and the feel of each other’s arousal and the feel of their skin gliding against each other’s make everything seem so real. They continue to kiss for a little while until Daniel stops and looks at him seriously, bringing a packaged condom into his line of sight. Brad didn’t even see when he retrieved it.

Brad nods because the alcohol has diminished his rationality. This is so, so wrong but yet, it feels oh, so right.

Dan tears the packet with his teeth and gets on his knees so that he can properly wrap it around his penis.

Bradleigh looks on with wide eyes at his friend’s apparatus. It’s a shade darker than the rest of his body. It sports a pattern of netted veins along with the same arch of a boomerang. The sight of it is so indecent. It sends a shiver through his entire being.  

His buddy doesn’t waste any time. He leans back over him and reconnects their lips, all the while slowly pressing himself into the thermal embrace of his tight man-pussy. The further in he goes, the louder Brad’s moans become. Brad winces and tries to push him away. The stinging pain is so bad that his eyes begin to water.

Daniel kisses his tears away and whispers in a needy tone: “please don’t make me stop, baby. I’ve wanted this for a long time. I’ve wanted you for a long time.”

Bradley nods and Daniel gradually increases his momentum, still being cautious not to hurt him too much. Methodically, he rocks in and out of his asshole. Everything just feels so right, like Bradleigh is the piece of him that he didn’t know he needed; It feels like heaven on earth when he’s inside.  

Over time, Brad’s discomfort begins to dissipate. It starts to feel great for him too. When Dan notices this, he starts to hammer away. The bulbous head of his cock bruises his tender prostate and Brad experiences a kicking sensation in his belly every time. So good a feeling that he starts to thrash his head left and right, enough to give him whiplash. His facial expression shows one of eternal bliss, his skin starts to sheen, and his groin starts to feel electrified.

Likewise, Dan gets the same feeling, so he withdraws and crawls down his body and swallows his pal’s needy, leaking, rigid cock. He sucks with purpose, with so much passion. If it is one thing he yearned to do in this life, it’s to know how a man’s genitals taste; It’s a bonus that it’s Brad’s he gets to service and it’s everything he imagined it to be. The organ is so warm against his tongue, the texture of it is so smooth and velvety; the way it jabs against his throat feels glorious. The act of sucking a man’s penis is so hot to Daniel. Knowing that he holds so much power over a man; bringing him close to climax and then stopping and the sweet cries of “no, not yet” and “suck it some more” followed by Brad’s efforts of pulling his head back down and guiding his length between his lips where it belongs; knowing that he can render such raw, unrelenting pleasure to him with just his mouth; The whole thing seems so unreal.

Soon after, he stops and positions Brad to get on all fours. He gets behind him and resumes the sweet love-making. This time, he lets loose and starts to beat his man-cunt up like a sex-starved man. When the feel of his orgasm builds, he cuts his rhythm down, and when it goes away, he speeds back up again and continues the cycle until he can’t prolong it anymore and he cries out and floods the condom with his cream, praying to God that no one hears him.

*****

The men put their clothes back on, pack up and walk back to the party feeling satiated and spent. Bradleigh so badly wants to hold his hand but he keeps himself in check. As soon as they get close to the crowd, a woman pops out of nowhere.

“Oh my God, Daniel! I’ve been looking all over for you. Where’ve you been?”

“Uhhh, Chelsie, Hiiii…”

“I know, I know. I said I wasn’t going to come, but…” [she pauses to catch her breath]. “So, you know how I wasn’t feeling well these past few days?”

“Yeah…”

Bradleigh can’t help but admire how beautiful she is.

“Well, Kelly suggested I take a pregnancy test and I did and I just couldn’t wait to tell you so I rushed over here. WE’RE PREGNANT!”

“REALLY?!?!?!?”

“YES.”

In a split second she jumps in his arms and kisses him on the mouth.

Suddenly, Bradleigh feels lightheaded. His ears start to ring, and he feels a stabbing pain in his chest. He can’t help but notice how happy they look, and he begins to feel—disgusted with himself. He feels sick to his stomach.

He’s gutted.

He can’t believe he deluded himself into thinking that he had any type of future with him. He feels so stupid.

He disrespected himself when he allowed Daniel to reinsert himself back into his life. Daniel never valued him, never cherished him, never cared about him, never appreciated his presence. If he did, he would’ve never abandoned him. He merely…used him.

Turns out that the ‘love’ Daniel had for him wasn’t love at all. It was lust.

When they pull away, she asks: “Who’s this?”

Bradleigh says “no one” and walks by them, catching a glimpse of the horrified, guilty look etched across Daniel’s face.

The tears come. They’re endless. No matter how many times he swipes at his eyes, his vision remains blurry. By the time he reaches his vehicle, he’s sobbing uncontrollably into the palms of his hands.