On the way back from Lenox Mall, much of the tension between Dion and Andre had passed. The comfort level was back again. Andre felt bad for making Dion cry in public. He hung the pictures that they took together in the photo booth attached to one of his car ornaments.
"Andre"
"Yeah.."
"Have you ever been in a relationship before, like ever been in love before?"
Andre pulled over the car onto the shoulder. This took Dion back a little as he wasn't sure what was going on. Andre took a deep breath and the furrows of his forehead cringed. Dion became concerned as he thought once again, he had done something wrong.
"Dre what's wrong?" Dion started getting worried
"I'm fine, I'm sorry. I have been in a relationship..." he said "...about two years ago, I fell in love with this dude Chaddrick. He was my first love, my best friend, I thought he was my everything. I would go to school and he'd pick me up and we'd go to his place and just kick it ya know"
"What happened?" Dion said
"I don't know what happened but he started getting controlling and crazy for no reason! He started accusing me of cheating on him and we'd get into fights. My parents thought all the black and blue was from school or football practice or whatever, but they were from him." Andre rested his arm on the lowered window on his side of the car.
"One day I just had enough and I drove away and he followed me. I drove faster and he tried to catch up with me so I got on the highway to get away from him. I was more scared of what would happen if he tried to catch up with. I managed to escape him though. He wasn't able to escape the 18 wheeler though"
"Aww man, I'm so sorry"
"Man fuck him, I found out at the funeral, he was the one cheating on me" Andre said
"What?"
"And ya know that's probably why I can't cry about him now. Why? He didn't love me, he just wanted to control me" Andre said holding back tears.
Andre somewhat felt like he was responsible for Chaddricks death.
"I hadn't talked about what happened with anyone, not even my mom and dad" Andre said
"Wow, I don't know what to say boo"
"You don't have to say anything. You just being here is everything"
It was clear to Dion that while Dre was ready to move on and find somebody to be with, He still had unfinished business with Carl before he can move to the next level with Andre. They've only known each other for a little under a week and it was clear to him that they were possibly still moving too fast.
After nearly a half hour on the road, Dion & Dre pull up the house. Dion takes a deep breath as he know he is going to have confront the man he has been in a relationship for the past few years and confront him with his feelings for Andre.
"I'll wait out here if you need me, yell, call anything" Andre said
"I'll be fine, Carl won't do anything stupid" Dion said
Andre and Dion lean over to kiss each other. Dion opens the door to the car and walks to his front door. Andre immediately turns his atention to Carls vehicle.. He thought to himself, hmmm thats a familiar looking car. The car looked familiar to him and he didn't know why and it finally came to him but he didn't want to believe it. He picks up his phone to call his roommate Trey. Trey picks up the phone and lowers the volume on his television.
"Yooooo" Trey said in his deep southern voice
"Ayo Trey, that dude that you be having coming over...Carl, what car does he drive?"
"A grey 2006 Nissan, why?"
"I think something messy is about to go down"
"You always think somebody is being messy"
"No seriously, dude is messy"
"Whatever nigga" Trey said in mid yawn
"Trey we both know how you get down, all I'm gonna ask you is this, have y'all been using protection"
"Nigga that's none of your business what I be doing"
"Come on now this ain't none of your young ass punks, I think the dude you been fuckin with is my dudes boyfriend"
"Well that ain't got shit to do with me, that's their problem and you oughta stay out of it it too"
"We'll talk about this later"
"Ain't shit to talk about, I ain't being bothered with them folks mess, fuck outta here"
Trey clearly upset on the other end of the phone, hung up on Andre. Andre is now confused as to whether he should knock on the door or stay outside like Dion asked.
Dion slowly walks into his living room to see Carl sitting on the couch. The tension between the two of them is extremely thick.
"Carl" Dion said with a nervousness in his voice
"Hey baby" Carl said with a smile and a slight nervousness in his voice
Dion didn't respond, he just looked at his boyfriend. Something was odd, wrong and different about him. He didn't appear to be the confident boyfriend that he once had been.
"I've missed you baby" Carl said in a soft voice
Something was wrong because Dion could feel it. Carl was rather unusual acting but Dion sat down on the couch next to him.
"So what's been going on?"
"Nothing"
"Nothing?"
"What are we doing Carl?"
"What do you mean?"
"Have we been loving each other or Have we been just putting on one big show"
"What are you talking about?"
"Our relationship has been going south ever since you been taking all these trips"
"Baby I been doing it for you, for us!"
"Well neither one of us is benefiting from that"
"What are you talking about?"
"Carl I think it's time that we end it for real"
"Baby we can work this out"
"I've been seeing someone else"
"I know"
"What?"
"I saw you two together in bed this morning"
"Is it because I wouldn't let you fuck me? Is that what it was?"
"What?...Carl no! it's not about who's the top of who's the bottom, Our relationship was more than just who was fucking who and who was taking it. It became one-sided. Everything became more about you then it was about us, ya know You and I.. If it didn't concern you, you weren't interested."
"Give me a chance to at least make a change"
"You've said that before Carl, you're selfish and I let you remain that way with me. People are supposed to grow in relationships but I let you be usual self"
"Baby what can I do to make this work"
"It's over Carl. It was over for a long time. Neither one of us saw it coming"
"So you about to up and leave and move on to the next thing that makes you feel good?"
Dion's phone rings and it's Dre. Dion picks up the phone looking directly at Carl.
"Baby, Carls been cheating on you this whole time. I just found out he's been fucking with my roommate. I just got off the phone with Trey"
"WHAT?" Dion became aggitated by the news
"My roommate is HIV+. I'm not trying to scare you but I know my roommate and he's not responsible at all. I think you and I should get tested just to make sure"
"Are you sure"
"I'm very sure"
"Baby I'll be out in a minute"
Carl became angry at Dion calling another man baby, What he didn't expect was Dion to punch him in the face so hard that his nose began to gush blood. Dion was never the angry type nor the type that fought. Dion at the same time was no punk either. He hit Carl so hard that his nose began to throb.
"What The Fuck!"
"Trey...who's Trey?"
"I don't know who the fuck you're talking about and what was that about"
Carl held his nose trying to stop the blood but there was too much running down his nose. Dion picks up Carls blackberry that was sitting on the table and began peering through the contacts list.
"If I find anyone name with Trey or Tremaine in this phone"
The first name that appears on the screen is Trey from College Park 678-229-6261. Dion then drops the blackberry and stares at Carl.
"I want you gone when I come back"
"Babe!" Andre yells and nudges Dion as they're waiting for their test results
"Huh" Dion woke up out of his daze reflecting on earlier events
"She is talking to us"
Standing in front of the two genetlemen was Nurse Jacqueline Brown. Earlier Dre joked and called her Nurse Jackie. Wearing a lab coat and a hair style resembling Michelle Obama and simple earrings, the chocolate brown complexion nurse smiled at the pair.
"Ok gentlemen, I got you're results and I'm pleased to say that both of you came back HIV negative. Negative for syhphillis, gonorrhea, chlamydia, herpes. All negative"
Dion and Andre hugged each other, tears of joys began flowing. The nurse handed them both their papers stating their clean bill of health and walked out to let them gather themselves.
"Marlon and Robert wants us to come over for dinner" Dion calmly sighed
"Does this make us official?" Dre said with a slight smirk
"Let's take it slow. one step. one day at a time...but I got a good feeling about this" Dion as he kissed Dre on his lips "I got a good feeling about you and I"
"Me Too" Dre said.
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Wednesday, December 9, 2009
"Friends & Lovers" (Part V)
Robert wasn't normally home during the day but today he again had the luxury of working from home but spent most of the time at home on blackberry or near a computer, with the television set to CNN. It came to him as a surprise that the doorbell rang. People sorta knew Marlon & Robert and knew that they were never home during the day however this person decided to take a change. Robert walked from his office to the door, opened the door and saw that it was Carl. This shocked Robert to the fullest because he didn't Carl back in town.
"Carl, come in...what are you doing here?"
"It's over Robert. I lost him"
"What are you..."
"Dion and I are over...I caught him in bed with some dude"
Carl walked into Roberts moderate sized living room and took a seat on the plush cream couch. It failed to click in Carl's mind that Robert is not the person you go to for relationship advice.
"Well Carl, you been away for a long time, in and out spending less than a week at home and more than several weeks at a time away. While I don't condone cheating, you can't really cheat on something that's never there, that wasn't there"
"I tried to make him happy, I tried to let him know I love him, Robert. He knows I love him" Carl said with a disbelief still in his voice
"When was the last time you and Dion had sex?"
"2 months ago"
"2 months ago?...2 months ago?...hell, 2 months and I ..." Robert interrupted himself to not say something he knew he'd regretting letting anyone hear him say out loud
"We were both busy, he was busy flipping homes all over Georgia and I was busy...looking for a job"
"You still haven't told him you lost your job, did you"
"No..."
"What are you afraid of? Why wouldn't you tell him?"
"Because I didn't want him to leave me..."
"It seems like he already did that but if it's over...he needs to know. I mean it's only right, since you're not going to fight to keep the relationship alive..."
"Who said I wasn't going to?"
"Well I don't know...are you?"
There was a bit of silence between the two men. Robert finally sat down on the love seat across from Carl.
"Whatever you do though, it's his decision. He needs to know what's really been going on because for all he knows, he thinks the man that he was once inseparable from skips out on town and doesn't think about him. I mean he's a man too and if you ask most women, they won't be able to go 2 months without sex either and by the way it's not just about the sex, it's about the intimacy, I bet you talk to him, this person you saw him doing it with may just someone that just simple makes him feel good"
"You're right" Carl said nodding his head
"So he doesn't know that you lost your job, so that also says he doesn't know your place is in foreclosure either am I correct?"
Carl nodded quietly agreeing. Robert didn't have any easy solutions to helping Carl but helped him understand that lying to hide his broken ego didn't help his relationship nor did running away from help him either.
"You think he'll forgive me?"
"I don't know Carl, but you won't know unless you ask him yourself"
On the other side of town, Dre and Dion took I-75 to Dre's neighbourhood of College Park. Surprisingly enough there was little traffic going south. Dion had his hands interlocked with Dre. The two were listening to listening to V103 on a lower volume. Every now and then Dion would get catch a glimpse of Dre who was one of those focused drivers. Dre caught Dion catching these glimpses. "What?" he said with a chuckle and a slight smile. "Nothing, how did we get to where we are at?" Dion asked "Do you mean are we moving way too fast?" "Y - Yeah?" Dion said "Maybe but we're both enjoying each other right?" Dre said looking over to Dion "Yeah"
"We do have something in common. We're both two young, attractive, working black men in a city of ineligible bachelors and eligible whores..."
This description made Dion laugh
"We both have things about us that we are not proud of that affects us, but that's the beauty of love and karma. They brought us together to help fix each other and build each other"
This made Dion melt in the passenger seat of his car. How could somebody so young be so romantic and so available towards him? he thought as they continued their drive to the south side.
"Now I have a roommate. His name is Treymon, he's a bit messy so you might have to excuse the apartment, it might look like Katrina blew through that motherfucker" Dre said
"Damn"
"Yeah my roommate is from New Orleans and came here right before Katrina hit and I guess decided to stay here but he's on some crazy shit."
"hmm"
"I wouldn't be surprised if his piece is there. That motherfucker bothers me, he's always there. He lost his job which I can understand that but now Trey asks me can dude stay with us for a little bit longer until he gets on his feet because dude just lost his house but I'm like dude he gots to go soon"
"Aww man I'm sorry to hear that. I'm lucky I don't have that roommate situation"
"Yeah for a large house, I'm surprised you don't share it anyone"
"I shared it at one point, they're just never there" Dion said looking over out his window
"Gotcha" Dion said
Later that early afternoon, Dion and Dre had just gotten back from College Park and arrived at Lenox Mall. Dre changed into a simple black shirt that read in white letters 'You See Me' a pair of dark denim jeans and a pair of red and black leather chucks. Dre parked his Nissan in the extra parking lot and the two arrived inside the mall. The two decided to do a bit of window shopping and the sight of the two of them drew stares from the store owners, employees, janitors, girls, boys, men and women. The two were oblivious to all this attention, they were just having a good time in each others company. What everyone was looking at was an amazing looking couple that even though they didn't publicly show it, you felt their bond and their love for each other. Dion felt a sense of security in being around Dre and Dre felt a sense of trust he had never allowed himself to experience. The only public display of affection the two shared was very discreet moments when Dion would get on the escalators in front of Dre, Dre would grab on to Dion's waist and give a slight squeeze, something about this made Dion smile on this inside while he didn't visibly show it.
While walking down the halls of the mall, the two ran into Marlon and his friend Leon who would sometimes dress up as Leona and today he was Leona with a Leon twist. Marlon and Leon were having a blast shopping each had several bags in their hand. Leon had on a pair of of skin tight jeans, a pair of black lace strapped open toe shoes and a somewhat snug girl shirt on, dark skinned with Prada classes a slick short hairstyle reminiscent of Fantasia but the kicker was is that she had gold fronts. Marlon was wearing a white shirt under an Aeropostale grey and white striped cardigan, light blue True Religion jeans and men's Ugg boots. Dion did a double take and realized that Marlon was out but was caught by who he was with
"Oh my god Marlon? I didn't expect to see you here" Dion said in shock
"Oh so finally you decide to come out" Marlon said clenching his cheekbones
"Leona?" Dre said in a complete surprise
"You know this bangy cunt over here" Marlon said jokingly
"Bangy? bitch I give you realness 24/7 you hear you me Housewife of Atlanta?" Leona replied taking over her glasses to expose her long extension lashes and pointed out her open toe lace strap shoes.
Everyone laughed at the running into each other.
"So Dion this is my friend Leon he works as a hair and wig stylist" Marlon said. Dre interjected and introduced Leon "But on the weekends at a club near you she goes by the name Leona Perry as Leon/Leona decided to give face and strike a pose "Yes Diva" Marlon egged him on. This caused a bug eyed response by Dion, he was taking in Leon/Leona's outright openness, clearly it's been a while since he's been out actually living. "Well Marlon this is Dre" Dre and Marlon shook hands "so pleased to meet you" Marlon replied cordially. "Listen we need to get all this stuff to the car but Dion, we'll catch up" Marlon said looking at both Dion and Dre with high brows. Leona/Leon said his salutations to Dion as well
"Are they a couple?" Leon/Leona inquired
"They might as well be" Marlon replied
"How you doin'"
"Awlright"
Marlons phone started ringing in his pocket. He stopped and rested his bags on the floor to answer it, it was Robert. Marlon put his iPhone to his ear to find out what Robert wanted.
"Hey babe whats up"
"Marlon, did you know Dion had started seeing someone else"
Marlon paused for a second, looked back at Dion and looked around
"No, why?"
"Are you sure?"
"I'm sure, whats up?"
"Carls back in town...he went to the house to see Dion but found him in bed fucking some dude, he came over here shortly after clearly upset. I think he's headed back over to the house. So if you see him or talk to him, tell him. He's headed back over there now to try and work things out"
This caused a look of shock on Marlons face, by now he had lost sight of both Dion and Dre.
"Ok...yeah I will"
"Thanks sweety see you tonight"
"Babe, maybe you should go over there just to make sure everything remains cool"
"That's their relationship to fix and though I thought about it, this is Carls mess to fix. He created it with his consistent absence, in a way he's at fault. There's not much I can do"
"But damn catching your man in bed with someone else will make you do some fucked up shit Robbie" recalling the time they got caught by Robbie's wife years ago
"He won't do anything stupid, he's hurting yes but will do what it takes to get his shawty back"
"Ok listen I gotta go real quick, I got all these bags..."
"Aight see you when you get here"
The two hung up and immediately Marlon switched to his text screen to text Dion "If you haven't already now would be the time to tell Dre about you having a man, Carl is in town and is headed to the house" unsure of whether or not Dion would get it.
Dre and Dion sat in the food court where it was relatively empty still. In a semi awkward moment the two just sat there and looked at each other. Dion felt his phone vibrate and it was a call from his house, this made his heart thump as no one should be at the house. He let the phonecall go ignored but then saw the text from Marlon. This drew a frown on Dions face as he is confronted with possibly ending his fantasy relationship with Dre. "What" Dre said noticing the change in Dions body language.
"I have a boyfriend or at least I thought I did" Dion said slumped in his chair
"What" Dre said in a bit of anger
"My boyfriends been away for a little over a month and through the time we've been together I would see him maybe a week at a time"
"When were you going to tell me"
"We've only been seeing each other a couple of days, I didn't expect this and don't lie to yourself and say you did...Come on now, you arrive at my doorstep, suckin my dick, I didn't even know your name until after I shot all over your face and next thing you know we go days fuckin each other. I don't think that constitutes a relationship"
"So I was your sweet escape huh?" Dre said with a voice of dissapointment
Dion didn't know how to answer that because part of it was true and part of him began to fall for Dre.
"I do this all the time, I fall too hard" Dre said "...and why, I shouldn't never came to your place that night after we messed around"
"You shouldn't have but you did...why"
"I don't know I decided to take a chance"
"So did I"
"By stepping out on your boy? You call cheatin on ole dude taking a chance?"
"You're not being fair"
Dion felt bad enough already and hurting Dre started to make him choke up as we was prepared to lose not one but two men in his life. Dre drew back a little, realizing he may have hurt Dion's feelings.
"C'mon let's go" Dre said in low tone. The two got up and walked around the mall a bit more to cool off. Dre noticed a photo booth and figured this was a good way to break the mood. He took Dion by the hand and led him to the booth. "Get in" Dre said to Dion, he put money in the machine and joined Dion inside. Dion wasn't in the mood for pictures. The two were cramped in the tiny booth and after the slight argument it was a bit tense inside. Dre decided to get up and sit Dions lap and put his arm around him. The two locked eyes drew near each other and softly kissed each other on the lips the picture snapped them kissing catching the two by surprise, they broke apart realizing they were photographed kissing, the two looked at the camera as much as to say "wait" but instead the photobooth took another picture of them in a spontaneous smile shot. The photobooth took several shots of them being goofy. The final photo was another random shot of the two looking into each others eyes
"You're still mad at me?" Dion said in a soft voice
"Mmmm I'm pissed but I can get over it, I like you alot" Dre said
The two kissed again
"I'm a fix this, I promise" Dion said
"There's nothing to fix, It ain't broken" Dre said smiling in mid kiss.
"Carl, come in...what are you doing here?"
"It's over Robert. I lost him"
"What are you..."
"Dion and I are over...I caught him in bed with some dude"
Carl walked into Roberts moderate sized living room and took a seat on the plush cream couch. It failed to click in Carl's mind that Robert is not the person you go to for relationship advice.
"Well Carl, you been away for a long time, in and out spending less than a week at home and more than several weeks at a time away. While I don't condone cheating, you can't really cheat on something that's never there, that wasn't there"
"I tried to make him happy, I tried to let him know I love him, Robert. He knows I love him" Carl said with a disbelief still in his voice
"When was the last time you and Dion had sex?"
"2 months ago"
"2 months ago?...2 months ago?...hell, 2 months and I ..." Robert interrupted himself to not say something he knew he'd regretting letting anyone hear him say out loud
"We were both busy, he was busy flipping homes all over Georgia and I was busy...looking for a job"
"You still haven't told him you lost your job, did you"
"No..."
"What are you afraid of? Why wouldn't you tell him?"
"Because I didn't want him to leave me..."
"It seems like he already did that but if it's over...he needs to know. I mean it's only right, since you're not going to fight to keep the relationship alive..."
"Who said I wasn't going to?"
"Well I don't know...are you?"
There was a bit of silence between the two men. Robert finally sat down on the love seat across from Carl.
"Whatever you do though, it's his decision. He needs to know what's really been going on because for all he knows, he thinks the man that he was once inseparable from skips out on town and doesn't think about him. I mean he's a man too and if you ask most women, they won't be able to go 2 months without sex either and by the way it's not just about the sex, it's about the intimacy, I bet you talk to him, this person you saw him doing it with may just someone that just simple makes him feel good"
"You're right" Carl said nodding his head
"So he doesn't know that you lost your job, so that also says he doesn't know your place is in foreclosure either am I correct?"
Carl nodded quietly agreeing. Robert didn't have any easy solutions to helping Carl but helped him understand that lying to hide his broken ego didn't help his relationship nor did running away from help him either.
"You think he'll forgive me?"
"I don't know Carl, but you won't know unless you ask him yourself"
On the other side of town, Dre and Dion took I-75 to Dre's neighbourhood of College Park. Surprisingly enough there was little traffic going south. Dion had his hands interlocked with Dre. The two were listening to listening to V103 on a lower volume. Every now and then Dion would get catch a glimpse of Dre who was one of those focused drivers. Dre caught Dion catching these glimpses. "What?" he said with a chuckle and a slight smile. "Nothing, how did we get to where we are at?" Dion asked "Do you mean are we moving way too fast?" "Y - Yeah?" Dion said "Maybe but we're both enjoying each other right?" Dre said looking over to Dion "Yeah"
"We do have something in common. We're both two young, attractive, working black men in a city of ineligible bachelors and eligible whores..."
This description made Dion laugh
"We both have things about us that we are not proud of that affects us, but that's the beauty of love and karma. They brought us together to help fix each other and build each other"
This made Dion melt in the passenger seat of his car. How could somebody so young be so romantic and so available towards him? he thought as they continued their drive to the south side.
"Now I have a roommate. His name is Treymon, he's a bit messy so you might have to excuse the apartment, it might look like Katrina blew through that motherfucker" Dre said
"Damn"
"Yeah my roommate is from New Orleans and came here right before Katrina hit and I guess decided to stay here but he's on some crazy shit."
"hmm"
"I wouldn't be surprised if his piece is there. That motherfucker bothers me, he's always there. He lost his job which I can understand that but now Trey asks me can dude stay with us for a little bit longer until he gets on his feet because dude just lost his house but I'm like dude he gots to go soon"
"Aww man I'm sorry to hear that. I'm lucky I don't have that roommate situation"
"Yeah for a large house, I'm surprised you don't share it anyone"
"I shared it at one point, they're just never there" Dion said looking over out his window
"Gotcha" Dion said
Later that early afternoon, Dion and Dre had just gotten back from College Park and arrived at Lenox Mall. Dre changed into a simple black shirt that read in white letters 'You See Me' a pair of dark denim jeans and a pair of red and black leather chucks. Dre parked his Nissan in the extra parking lot and the two arrived inside the mall. The two decided to do a bit of window shopping and the sight of the two of them drew stares from the store owners, employees, janitors, girls, boys, men and women. The two were oblivious to all this attention, they were just having a good time in each others company. What everyone was looking at was an amazing looking couple that even though they didn't publicly show it, you felt their bond and their love for each other. Dion felt a sense of security in being around Dre and Dre felt a sense of trust he had never allowed himself to experience. The only public display of affection the two shared was very discreet moments when Dion would get on the escalators in front of Dre, Dre would grab on to Dion's waist and give a slight squeeze, something about this made Dion smile on this inside while he didn't visibly show it.
While walking down the halls of the mall, the two ran into Marlon and his friend Leon who would sometimes dress up as Leona and today he was Leona with a Leon twist. Marlon and Leon were having a blast shopping each had several bags in their hand. Leon had on a pair of of skin tight jeans, a pair of black lace strapped open toe shoes and a somewhat snug girl shirt on, dark skinned with Prada classes a slick short hairstyle reminiscent of Fantasia but the kicker was is that she had gold fronts. Marlon was wearing a white shirt under an Aeropostale grey and white striped cardigan, light blue True Religion jeans and men's Ugg boots. Dion did a double take and realized that Marlon was out but was caught by who he was with
"Oh my god Marlon? I didn't expect to see you here" Dion said in shock
"Oh so finally you decide to come out" Marlon said clenching his cheekbones
"Leona?" Dre said in a complete surprise
"You know this bangy cunt over here" Marlon said jokingly
"Bangy? bitch I give you realness 24/7 you hear you me Housewife of Atlanta?" Leona replied taking over her glasses to expose her long extension lashes and pointed out her open toe lace strap shoes.
Everyone laughed at the running into each other.
"So Dion this is my friend Leon he works as a hair and wig stylist" Marlon said. Dre interjected and introduced Leon "But on the weekends at a club near you she goes by the name Leona Perry as Leon/Leona decided to give face and strike a pose "Yes Diva" Marlon egged him on. This caused a bug eyed response by Dion, he was taking in Leon/Leona's outright openness, clearly it's been a while since he's been out actually living. "Well Marlon this is Dre" Dre and Marlon shook hands "so pleased to meet you" Marlon replied cordially. "Listen we need to get all this stuff to the car but Dion, we'll catch up" Marlon said looking at both Dion and Dre with high brows. Leona/Leon said his salutations to Dion as well
"Are they a couple?" Leon/Leona inquired
"They might as well be" Marlon replied
"How you doin'"
"Awlright"
Marlons phone started ringing in his pocket. He stopped and rested his bags on the floor to answer it, it was Robert. Marlon put his iPhone to his ear to find out what Robert wanted.
"Hey babe whats up"
"Marlon, did you know Dion had started seeing someone else"
Marlon paused for a second, looked back at Dion and looked around
"No, why?"
"Are you sure?"
"I'm sure, whats up?"
"Carls back in town...he went to the house to see Dion but found him in bed fucking some dude, he came over here shortly after clearly upset. I think he's headed back over to the house. So if you see him or talk to him, tell him. He's headed back over there now to try and work things out"
This caused a look of shock on Marlons face, by now he had lost sight of both Dion and Dre.
"Ok...yeah I will"
"Thanks sweety see you tonight"
"Babe, maybe you should go over there just to make sure everything remains cool"
"That's their relationship to fix and though I thought about it, this is Carls mess to fix. He created it with his consistent absence, in a way he's at fault. There's not much I can do"
"But damn catching your man in bed with someone else will make you do some fucked up shit Robbie" recalling the time they got caught by Robbie's wife years ago
"He won't do anything stupid, he's hurting yes but will do what it takes to get his shawty back"
"Ok listen I gotta go real quick, I got all these bags..."
"Aight see you when you get here"
The two hung up and immediately Marlon switched to his text screen to text Dion "If you haven't already now would be the time to tell Dre about you having a man, Carl is in town and is headed to the house" unsure of whether or not Dion would get it.
Dre and Dion sat in the food court where it was relatively empty still. In a semi awkward moment the two just sat there and looked at each other. Dion felt his phone vibrate and it was a call from his house, this made his heart thump as no one should be at the house. He let the phonecall go ignored but then saw the text from Marlon. This drew a frown on Dions face as he is confronted with possibly ending his fantasy relationship with Dre. "What" Dre said noticing the change in Dions body language.
"I have a boyfriend or at least I thought I did" Dion said slumped in his chair
"What" Dre said in a bit of anger
"My boyfriends been away for a little over a month and through the time we've been together I would see him maybe a week at a time"
"When were you going to tell me"
"We've only been seeing each other a couple of days, I didn't expect this and don't lie to yourself and say you did...Come on now, you arrive at my doorstep, suckin my dick, I didn't even know your name until after I shot all over your face and next thing you know we go days fuckin each other. I don't think that constitutes a relationship"
"So I was your sweet escape huh?" Dre said with a voice of dissapointment
Dion didn't know how to answer that because part of it was true and part of him began to fall for Dre.
"I do this all the time, I fall too hard" Dre said "...and why, I shouldn't never came to your place that night after we messed around"
"You shouldn't have but you did...why"
"I don't know I decided to take a chance"
"So did I"
"By stepping out on your boy? You call cheatin on ole dude taking a chance?"
"You're not being fair"
Dion felt bad enough already and hurting Dre started to make him choke up as we was prepared to lose not one but two men in his life. Dre drew back a little, realizing he may have hurt Dion's feelings.
"C'mon let's go" Dre said in low tone. The two got up and walked around the mall a bit more to cool off. Dre noticed a photo booth and figured this was a good way to break the mood. He took Dion by the hand and led him to the booth. "Get in" Dre said to Dion, he put money in the machine and joined Dion inside. Dion wasn't in the mood for pictures. The two were cramped in the tiny booth and after the slight argument it was a bit tense inside. Dre decided to get up and sit Dions lap and put his arm around him. The two locked eyes drew near each other and softly kissed each other on the lips the picture snapped them kissing catching the two by surprise, they broke apart realizing they were photographed kissing, the two looked at the camera as much as to say "wait" but instead the photobooth took another picture of them in a spontaneous smile shot. The photobooth took several shots of them being goofy. The final photo was another random shot of the two looking into each others eyes
"You're still mad at me?" Dion said in a soft voice
"Mmmm I'm pissed but I can get over it, I like you alot" Dre said
The two kissed again
"I'm a fix this, I promise" Dion said
"There's nothing to fix, It ain't broken" Dre said smiling in mid kiss.
Monday, December 7, 2009
Friends & Lovers (Part IV)
The next morning, Dre woke up before Dion, He noticed Dion's swollen dick was up hard and laying against his stomach and appeared nice and full. He wanted to do something he hadn't done before. He wanted to do something that he had read turns alot of men on. Dre gently moved out the bed to not wake Dion up. He quietly reached into his pocket to grab a condom from out of his pocket of his jeans. He gets back in the bed, opens the condom wrapper and pull out the Magnum. He rolls it down from the head of Dions dick down to the base. Dion began to move a little but not by much. Dre had no lube and realized that the only way he was going to get wet was by using his own spit. He climbs on top of Dion and positions his dick to enter inside him. Dion began to breathe heavier and heavier, he began moaning and it began to reach higher and higher pitches. Dion woke up but Dre was only able to see the white of Dions eyes and then his eyeballs rolls forwards and he jumped up to look Dre in his eyes, Dion tightly grabbed Dre by the back of his neck with his right hand and his left hand on Dre's waist, Dion still breathing heavily in a low whisper "You made a big mistake doing that". This scared Dre in a way that was adventurous yet dangerous at the same time. He didn't Dion like this before and was wondering did he make him mad by waking him up in such a manner. Dre was unaware where all this strength came from as Dion began to pump his waist hard and thrust fast causing Dre to yelp loud and high "Shut up" Dion said in low angry grunt. "As a matter of fact, I'll give you something to scream about". Dion rolled Dre on to his back, his dick was at full hard on, swollen ready to blow. Dion regained his rhythm and began to give Dre long hard thrusts. Dion pounding on Dre's tight pink hole caused him to cry in both pain and pleasure.
Little did Dion or Dre know that Carl was walking in through the door. Immediately Carl was taken back by noises he heard coming from upstairs. His worst fears came true, he didn't have to see what was going on to know what was going on yet he decided torture himself with the sight of what he was about to see. Carl is slightly taller than Dion, 6'0 dark skinned muscular everywhere, its unsure what his hair is like because he kept it bald, he was clean and doesn't don any tattoos. The bigger surprise of all is that Carl is 12 years older than Dion. Carl had reached the top of the stairs and gently walked over to the door that was cracked, only to see a pair of legs up in the air and they weren't Dions, they were someone elses legs up in the air and Dion was in between them fucking. This shocked Carl because he was the top in that relationship. Carl and Dion had been together 4 years. Carl never let Dion fuck him. All Carl could hear are the sounds of agony that were buried into the sheets and sounds of Dion's balls slapping against the skin of the raised legs. Carl quietly walked away from the door and walked down the stairs, he didn't even pay his dog any attention what so ever. Carl closed to the door and open the door of his 2006 grey Nissan sat in the drivers. There was a picture of him and Dion taken in a photo booth at Lenox Mall, the sight of it made him cry as he realized that his dishonesty may have caused him the one thing he really loved.
In the bedroom, Dion had his right hand around Dre's neck as he was about to cum, he was by now drenched in sweat from all the hard fucking. He nutted inside of the condom, Dre wasn't able to get his in the heat of the moment. So many thoughts were racing through his mind and he was wondering did he fuck up or was Dion role playing. Dion gently pulled and ran to the bathroom to flush the condom down the toilet. He didn't kiss Dre when he was done, he didn't say anything. He immediately hopped in the shower. This caused a great deal of worry in Dre's thoughts. All he wanted to do was pleasure the man that makes him feel, the man that he's been spending the last few days with and the man that he began falling for so fast.
Dion finished his shorter than usual shower and walked drying himself off with a purple towel he had hanging up next to the shower stall. He walked over to where Dre was standing popped him on the ass and walked out the bathroom. Dre was still bothered that Dion had yet to kiss him. Dre decided not to think about it right away and decided instead to get in the shower.
Dion had full dressed this time in a green Lacoste polo, dark blue denim jeans and a pair of low Prada black sneakers. He made his way into the living room and turned on the television. It was the first time Dion turned his tv in recent weeks, he began to play with the dog who though docile loves a good belly rub.
Dressed and ready Dre takes the remote off of the couch where Dion was sitting and turns the television off "What's wrong" he asked in a noticeably upset tone "nothing..." Dion hesitated in his answer "I don't like when I'm being lied to especially by people I love" Dre said and he caught himself realizing that he just admitted to loving Dion. This also caught Dion by surprised because he found it difficult to lie to Dre about how he felt about waking up to him riding him. "Sit down Dre, we need to talk and I need you to hear me out, ok". Dre took a seat on the couch next to Dion.
"You scared me. You brought back a memory that I wasn't quite ready to relive again. I was molested by my nanny when I was 12 and the sad thing is my dad knew what happened because he gave her permission to do it because she wasn't my nanny, she was my dads other woman whom he was cheating on my mom with" Dre was disgusted by this news "...I woke up to this woman on me, riding me, I was scared, paralyzed and didn't know what to do and..." "Oh my god" Dre said softly "I had no idea, I'm so sorry" "Baby, it's not your fault. I should be the one apologizing for how I acted just now, I was scared and overreacted and risked hurting you in the process...why do you even like me? why do you love me? Dion looked at Dre. Dre got up and sat in Dions lap facing him "I know I like you, I knew that from the moment I first saw you, I don't know why I love you but I know that I should just because. I hope that maybe this day together will give me an idea of why I love you" Dre gently kissed Dion on the forehead. Something about that one kiss made a tear stream down Dions cheek. Dre got choked up seeing Dion crying "Anytime if you need me, I will be right by your side. You ain't gotta worry about anything" Dre continued.
Dre was everything that Carl wasn't. Dre is warm, Carl was cold. Dre is versatile, Carl is a Top. Deep down inside Dion knew he didn't deserve Dre because technically he stills has a boyfriend and has yet to figure out how to tell him.
"Listen, I need to get up and go home and change clothing, I got my drawls in my back pocket so I'm over here freeballin and shit" Dre said jokingly "Let's take my car and I'll show you my hood"
"Aight, cool" Dion said. Dre tapped Dion on the chin motioning a punch to his chin. Dion knew what Dre is feeling for him is almost mutual. This guy couldn't be any more perfect for him and much more what he needed in his life in a man. Sure Carl was his boyfriend but Carl wasn't the "it" dude to be with. Carl was the man that just happened to be there and appeared less messy than alot of the men that roamed Atlanta.
Dion was taken aback by the grey Nissan that was parked across the street, even though it was Dre's and he was walking towards it, it looked strikingly similar to Carls car. In all suspicion, Dion went around the front to look at the license plate and it wasn't Carls license plate. Relieved, Dion got on the passenger side and Dre started the car and began to drive down the street. "We're going to take 75 down and come back up to Lenox Mall, sounds good?" Dre said waiting for Dions approval "Sure, let's do this". Dion smiled as Dre locked his right hand with his left hand as the two new lovers are about to enjoy their first official date.
Little did Dion or Dre know that Carl was walking in through the door. Immediately Carl was taken back by noises he heard coming from upstairs. His worst fears came true, he didn't have to see what was going on to know what was going on yet he decided torture himself with the sight of what he was about to see. Carl is slightly taller than Dion, 6'0 dark skinned muscular everywhere, its unsure what his hair is like because he kept it bald, he was clean and doesn't don any tattoos. The bigger surprise of all is that Carl is 12 years older than Dion. Carl had reached the top of the stairs and gently walked over to the door that was cracked, only to see a pair of legs up in the air and they weren't Dions, they were someone elses legs up in the air and Dion was in between them fucking. This shocked Carl because he was the top in that relationship. Carl and Dion had been together 4 years. Carl never let Dion fuck him. All Carl could hear are the sounds of agony that were buried into the sheets and sounds of Dion's balls slapping against the skin of the raised legs. Carl quietly walked away from the door and walked down the stairs, he didn't even pay his dog any attention what so ever. Carl closed to the door and open the door of his 2006 grey Nissan sat in the drivers. There was a picture of him and Dion taken in a photo booth at Lenox Mall, the sight of it made him cry as he realized that his dishonesty may have caused him the one thing he really loved.
In the bedroom, Dion had his right hand around Dre's neck as he was about to cum, he was by now drenched in sweat from all the hard fucking. He nutted inside of the condom, Dre wasn't able to get his in the heat of the moment. So many thoughts were racing through his mind and he was wondering did he fuck up or was Dion role playing. Dion gently pulled and ran to the bathroom to flush the condom down the toilet. He didn't kiss Dre when he was done, he didn't say anything. He immediately hopped in the shower. This caused a great deal of worry in Dre's thoughts. All he wanted to do was pleasure the man that makes him feel, the man that he's been spending the last few days with and the man that he began falling for so fast.
Dion finished his shorter than usual shower and walked drying himself off with a purple towel he had hanging up next to the shower stall. He walked over to where Dre was standing popped him on the ass and walked out the bathroom. Dre was still bothered that Dion had yet to kiss him. Dre decided not to think about it right away and decided instead to get in the shower.
Dion had full dressed this time in a green Lacoste polo, dark blue denim jeans and a pair of low Prada black sneakers. He made his way into the living room and turned on the television. It was the first time Dion turned his tv in recent weeks, he began to play with the dog who though docile loves a good belly rub.
Dressed and ready Dre takes the remote off of the couch where Dion was sitting and turns the television off "What's wrong" he asked in a noticeably upset tone "nothing..." Dion hesitated in his answer "I don't like when I'm being lied to especially by people I love" Dre said and he caught himself realizing that he just admitted to loving Dion. This also caught Dion by surprised because he found it difficult to lie to Dre about how he felt about waking up to him riding him. "Sit down Dre, we need to talk and I need you to hear me out, ok". Dre took a seat on the couch next to Dion.
"You scared me. You brought back a memory that I wasn't quite ready to relive again. I was molested by my nanny when I was 12 and the sad thing is my dad knew what happened because he gave her permission to do it because she wasn't my nanny, she was my dads other woman whom he was cheating on my mom with" Dre was disgusted by this news "...I woke up to this woman on me, riding me, I was scared, paralyzed and didn't know what to do and..." "Oh my god" Dre said softly "I had no idea, I'm so sorry" "Baby, it's not your fault. I should be the one apologizing for how I acted just now, I was scared and overreacted and risked hurting you in the process...why do you even like me? why do you love me? Dion looked at Dre. Dre got up and sat in Dions lap facing him "I know I like you, I knew that from the moment I first saw you, I don't know why I love you but I know that I should just because. I hope that maybe this day together will give me an idea of why I love you" Dre gently kissed Dion on the forehead. Something about that one kiss made a tear stream down Dions cheek. Dre got choked up seeing Dion crying "Anytime if you need me, I will be right by your side. You ain't gotta worry about anything" Dre continued.
Dre was everything that Carl wasn't. Dre is warm, Carl was cold. Dre is versatile, Carl is a Top. Deep down inside Dion knew he didn't deserve Dre because technically he stills has a boyfriend and has yet to figure out how to tell him.
"Listen, I need to get up and go home and change clothing, I got my drawls in my back pocket so I'm over here freeballin and shit" Dre said jokingly "Let's take my car and I'll show you my hood"
"Aight, cool" Dion said. Dre tapped Dion on the chin motioning a punch to his chin. Dion knew what Dre is feeling for him is almost mutual. This guy couldn't be any more perfect for him and much more what he needed in his life in a man. Sure Carl was his boyfriend but Carl wasn't the "it" dude to be with. Carl was the man that just happened to be there and appeared less messy than alot of the men that roamed Atlanta.
Dion was taken aback by the grey Nissan that was parked across the street, even though it was Dre's and he was walking towards it, it looked strikingly similar to Carls car. In all suspicion, Dion went around the front to look at the license plate and it wasn't Carls license plate. Relieved, Dion got on the passenger side and Dre started the car and began to drive down the street. "We're going to take 75 down and come back up to Lenox Mall, sounds good?" Dre said waiting for Dions approval "Sure, let's do this". Dion smiled as Dre locked his right hand with his left hand as the two new lovers are about to enjoy their first official date.
Saturday, December 5, 2009
Friends & Lovers (Part III: Spilled)
It was 7PM, the sun hid below the horizon yet the moon was hiding behind the clouds making it so dark outside. It began to rain heavily on the streets of Dion's Buckhead neighbourhood. Dion and Dre removed themselves from the bed they had just finished making wild love in. I guess it's fair to say they brought the rain. Dre had wiped the semen off his face that Dion ejected during their wild climax and rolled the condom off of his semi-hard yet not so soft dick walked into the bathroom and flushed it down the toilet. The bathroom that was connected to this room was huge. Dre was taken aback by the amount of space it had. The toilet was in a corner by itself and across from it was a large 2 person sink, a bath tub and a large shower with enough space between the shower and the bath tub for a hot tub. Dion began to run the shower water near hot. He looked over at Dre admiring the black marble on the sink, the mechanical toilet and the high ceiling and yelled from the shower "Are you getting in or am I going to have to wet my own back?" Dre looked at Dion smirked "Oh don't worry shawty, I can wet your back alright" "Oh I bet you can" Dion replied with a slight giggle. Dre stepped into the shower where Dion was already started getting cleaned up. Dre began looking at some of the products Dion had hanging on the wall storage in the shower. Aveda Scalp Benefits Shampoo & Conditioner and Korres Lemon & Basil Shower Cream Gel. "Try it" Dion said "It smells good". Dion was right, Dre responded well to the new products. In Dre's mind, he felt Dion may be a bit high maintainance and borderline bourgeois for his normal liking instead he inquired about some of the products to try and get to know about Dion a little better. "So you like high end stuff huh" Dre began to ask Dion. "High end? not at all. I'm just allergic to alot of stuff, Sometimes cheap products make me dry and itchy and you start seeing me get a red rash all over my body. I try to use all natural products as best as I can" "Cool" Dre said. This brought a bit of relief for this low maintenance kind of guy from Detroit.
Meanwhile Marlon at his apartment in his quite neighbourhood, Had a large pot of one of his personal specialty dishes Six Cheeses Lasagna. This was one of his expert dishes and a favourite of his lovers, Robert. It sat in the oven cooking well the cheeses were marinating and coming together so well packed with Mozzarella, Parmesan, Romano, Asiago, Provolone and Fontina. Presentation was everything and what would dinner be without Italian bread Robert brought from the supermarket and red wine on the kitchen counter. Robert had been busy pulling together a story on the huge mayoral races going on in the city and had been so wrapped up and distant. He had been in the office which is located next to the stairs and across from their living room all day and finally decided to come out of hiding. He quietly walked into the kitchen where Marlon was there sipping on a glass of red wine.
Robert was his usual 6'3 light skin, brown eyes but this time instead of short curly soft hair he began cutting his hair in a dark Caesar and his white teeth began stained by the coffee had been drinking to stay up late nights and his muscular physique had been worn down to a moderate toned figure from not working out as much. Robert followed in the footsteps of a man he admired, Keith Olbermann and went from being a sports announcer to a political correspondent for CNN. Robert has begun to look weathered but still very attractive and to Marlon, he was his world. Marlon reached into the cabinet over his head and pulled out a wine glass and poured some for his lover halfway. Robert looked at the glass and hesitated to drink it. He looked at Marlon and paused abruptly before speaking "If the glass is filled halfway, is it half full or is it half empty" He asked. Without hesitation Marlon replied "It doesn't matter, the glass will always be filled halfway! why whats up?". Robert took a short sip from his glass "It's Carl" "What about him?" Marlon asked now thinking about what him and Dion spoke about. "He told me to promise not to tell anyone but you're my lover and I can tell you anything. Carl lost his job last month" "WHAT?" Marlon put his glass down on the kitchen counter and folded his arms "So he's been away this whole time, having Dion think that he's away on work and this whole time he's been unemployed? what the fuck?" "Yeah it doesn't seem fair" Robert said in a low raspy tone taking another sip. "Robert, business is slowing down for Dion too and quite frankly the mortgage on that place is fuckin ridiculous, so what? do we tell Dion?" Marlon said with a slight of disgust "I think we should invite him over and break it down to him" Robert said with a nod of agreement from Marlon. "Let's eat, foods should ready" Marlon said.
1am back at Dion's house, The two lovers Dion and Dre had moved from the 3rd guest room to the master bedroom where Dion sleeps. The master bedroom was different from the guest rooms. Instead of being a queen size bed, Dion sleeps in a King Size Bed and the room is carpeted. The two men laid naked in the bed, Dion on his back and Dre to his right, sprawled out next to him on his stomach, his left palm covered Dion's left pec, Dre's left wrapped leg wrapped around Dion's right leg. Dre subtly Dion on his shoulder and neck. "I really enjoy spending time with you" Dre whispered into Dion's ear. "Me too. when are you off?" Dion said in a low voice
"Tomorrow, why?"
"Hmm, let's do something like a movie or something, go to the mall or whatever"
"Sure, I need to get up and change, we can take my car".
"Cool" Dion replied. He kissed Dre on the forehead and laid his head back down and went to sleep.
Meanwhile Marlon at his apartment in his quite neighbourhood, Had a large pot of one of his personal specialty dishes Six Cheeses Lasagna. This was one of his expert dishes and a favourite of his lovers, Robert. It sat in the oven cooking well the cheeses were marinating and coming together so well packed with Mozzarella, Parmesan, Romano, Asiago, Provolone and Fontina. Presentation was everything and what would dinner be without Italian bread Robert brought from the supermarket and red wine on the kitchen counter. Robert had been busy pulling together a story on the huge mayoral races going on in the city and had been so wrapped up and distant. He had been in the office which is located next to the stairs and across from their living room all day and finally decided to come out of hiding. He quietly walked into the kitchen where Marlon was there sipping on a glass of red wine.
Robert was his usual 6'3 light skin, brown eyes but this time instead of short curly soft hair he began cutting his hair in a dark Caesar and his white teeth began stained by the coffee had been drinking to stay up late nights and his muscular physique had been worn down to a moderate toned figure from not working out as much. Robert followed in the footsteps of a man he admired, Keith Olbermann and went from being a sports announcer to a political correspondent for CNN. Robert has begun to look weathered but still very attractive and to Marlon, he was his world. Marlon reached into the cabinet over his head and pulled out a wine glass and poured some for his lover halfway. Robert looked at the glass and hesitated to drink it. He looked at Marlon and paused abruptly before speaking "If the glass is filled halfway, is it half full or is it half empty" He asked. Without hesitation Marlon replied "It doesn't matter, the glass will always be filled halfway! why whats up?". Robert took a short sip from his glass "It's Carl" "What about him?" Marlon asked now thinking about what him and Dion spoke about. "He told me to promise not to tell anyone but you're my lover and I can tell you anything. Carl lost his job last month" "WHAT?" Marlon put his glass down on the kitchen counter and folded his arms "So he's been away this whole time, having Dion think that he's away on work and this whole time he's been unemployed? what the fuck?" "Yeah it doesn't seem fair" Robert said in a low raspy tone taking another sip. "Robert, business is slowing down for Dion too and quite frankly the mortgage on that place is fuckin ridiculous, so what? do we tell Dion?" Marlon said with a slight of disgust "I think we should invite him over and break it down to him" Robert said with a nod of agreement from Marlon. "Let's eat, foods should ready" Marlon said.
1am back at Dion's house, The two lovers Dion and Dre had moved from the 3rd guest room to the master bedroom where Dion sleeps. The master bedroom was different from the guest rooms. Instead of being a queen size bed, Dion sleeps in a King Size Bed and the room is carpeted. The two men laid naked in the bed, Dion on his back and Dre to his right, sprawled out next to him on his stomach, his left palm covered Dion's left pec, Dre's left wrapped leg wrapped around Dion's right leg. Dre subtly Dion on his shoulder and neck. "I really enjoy spending time with you" Dre whispered into Dion's ear. "Me too. when are you off?" Dion said in a low voice
"Tomorrow, why?"
"Hmm, let's do something like a movie or something, go to the mall or whatever"
"Sure, I need to get up and change, we can take my car".
"Cool" Dion replied. He kissed Dre on the forehead and laid his head back down and went to sleep.
Thursday, December 3, 2009
Friends & Lovers (Part II: A Special Arrangement)
Dion although moved by the present he received from Carl, he had a hard time accepting it for what it was. He runs back up the stairs and grabs his iPhone from under his pillow and dials his friend Marlon. It took one ring for Marlon to pick up his phone.
"Hey you" Marlon answered in a higher perky voice, excited to hear from his friend
"Hey are you busy"
"No I been chillin actually, you know Robbie and I just moved to Smyrna from Alpharetta right?"
"Oh that's great, why didn't you tell me you were you moving, you're like 15 minutes away from me, if you got a minute you should come through"
"That's not a bad idea, we should crack a bottle"
"Marlon..."
"What?"
"It's 11:15am"
"Well shit, it's drink-thirty somewhere in the world"
"You're a mess"
"I'll be right over"
Marlon drives his bright yellow two door Mustang down the narrow road in Dion's neighbourhood of Buckhead. He gets out gently opens his door, steps out and closes his door. Marlon is 5'11 slim yet thick where necessary in which he contributes to being in a relationship, brown skin, brown eyes and dimples on his cheeks. He was dressed comfortably wearing a pink and blue striped polo from Lacoste , yellow khaki pants and a pair of white uptowns, dressed very Northerner. He walks away from the car and sees Dion walking out his door taking trash out.
"Look at you being all domestic" Marlon says with a big grin
"I know right, just go on ahead in and make yourself comfortable, I'll be in shortly"
Dion's classic Jack Russell Terrier walks up to Marlon and stands up against his leg. Dion walks in and shuts down the door behind him and notices Brown being friendly with Marlon.
"C'mon Marlon let's go in the kitchen"
"Yes because that's where the liquor is" Marlon said
Dion pulled two glasses off of his dry dishes rack and pulled a tall bottle of Disaronno out of the top cabinet. He then opened the refrigerator to drop two cubes of ice in each class and filled the glass half way with the brown liquor, swiftly turns around serves Marlon his glass who had been waiting at the island counter patiently like the lush that he can be.
"I've been a bad boy" Dion says in a low whisper
"What you mean you been a bad boy?" Marlon says with his left eyebrow raised to the heavens.
"I cheated on Carl this morning"
"Oh dear, bring that bottle of Disaronno here"
"Yeah" Dion said with a hard sigh
"What happened? Adam4adam?"
"No"
"BGC?"
"No"
"Men4now"
"No"
"Manhunt"
"Marlon who does manhunt these days"
"You're right...then HOW?"
"Fed-ex guy"
Marlon dropped his empty glass on the island counter, his eyes widened and his mouth dropped
"Right there at the doorway, shawty gave me some serious Becky"
"Oh my God, Dion"
The two paused and Dion began to pour himself more of the Disaronno in his glass and refilled Marlon as well
"Well Dion, If it makes you feel any better, eatin ain't cheatin"
This caused a giggle from Dion but the guilt he felt was still bothering him.
"Well there's more. I invited him to come over this evening"
"Wait do you even know his name?"
"Yes! his name is Andre but he goes by Dre"
"Dre..tall, dark skin, pretty teeth, nice toned body, tattoo on his chest of a Phoenix going all the way across"
"Yes, yes but I didn't see a tattoo on his chest, He was getting my dick in down his throat with his uniform"
"Well" Marlon said with a gasp clutching his chest "Find out if theres a tattoo there"
"Why do you think you had him"
"Absolutely not but I think he dances at Traxx"
"Ugh Traxx"
"Yeah he seems a bit young but he's nice, real cute. Robert and I saw him there when we first moved to Atlanta to explore the club scene here"
"I guess" Dion said as he took more sips of his drink
"Well you invited him over, if you're not feeling it then cancel"
"I can't, I don't have his number, I just told him to come over"
"This is just...This is just all types of messy" Marlon said in a voice of dissapointment "It's just sloppy"
"I know I know"
"I'm not going to judge you, If you only knew the pickles I've been through with Robert while I was in New York puh-lease, anyway I gotta run, I gotta do some food shopping. I'd invite you and this Dre person over but being that Robert is close with Carl all of the sudden, that would just cause mess and I don't plan on telling him about this"
"Thanks, I was going to tell you don't tell Robert"
"Don't worry about it, it's just Robert has a nose for messiness now"
Marlon gets up from the island counter and walks out down the hallways towards the front door and walks to his parked yellow two door Mustang. "Call me" he yelled as he gets to the driver side of his car. He drives off down the street out of sight in a matter of near seconds.
Later that night.
At exactly 6 on the dot. Dion had on a plain yellow v neck tee shirt and a pair of red skinny jeans sagging gently off of his ample butt and pair of Supra high tops dressed like a skater boy. There was a ring at Dion's door. He was busy straightening up in the living room and walked over to the door, opened the door. It was Dre, this time he looked different, He wore a striped shirt yellow, white and blue buttoned down over his dark denim white stitching Antik jeans and black prada sneakers. Dion stepped aside and nodded his head motioning Dre to come on in. Dre gave Dion a warm smile as he closed the door behind him and escorted Dre to his living room where the dog Brown was sleeping under the coffee table. They both sat on Dions plush couch in front which was situated perfectly in front of the 80 inch flat screen plasma television with a surround sound entertainment system hanging from every corner of the living room.
"You want something to drink" Dion asked in a noticeable nervous tone
"Nah, I'm good. I'm not thirsty, 'sup witchu tho"
"Shit, tryin to figure you out"
"What you wanna know"
"Tell me about you"
"OK, I moved here with my dad and my step mom from Detroit. My parents wanted to give me and my sister a better life. I moved out a few months ago working at Fed Ex and sometimes I dance at Traxx and The Cheetah on the weekend"
"You said you moved with your parents, so that mean you live with them?"
"No, I moved out after my dad found out I was dancing at Traxx actually..." Dre said with a slight studder "...he kicked me out"
"I'm so sorry to hear that, how did he find out anyway?"
"One of his faggot ass co-workers told him"
"Oh damn"
"And you know whats fucked up, it's not even like he had anything to benefit from it, he did it because I wasn't trying to do his old ass"
"What? well What your mom say?"
"What about her? She lives in L.A. with some rich white dude and their 4 kids. I only hear from her once, maybe twice a year...my birthday and Christmas"
"That's fucked up Dre"
"Nah its cool. tell me about yourself, what you do to live in this amazing house"
"Amazing?"
"Yeah" Dre said with a small chuckle
"Umm you haven't been to any of the other areas have you. This is okay at best. I flip homes, I buy them, renovate and upgrade them and then I sell them for way more than their value but right now because of the economy, I haven't been able to sell this one and quite frankly this is the one that's given me the most trouble to sell, so I decided to make this one home for a while."
"Cool" Dre said with a nod of approval
"Ya know what let me show you what makes this house so nice"
The two got up, and walk out the living room and walked to the left of the living room and head in the direction of the kitchen. "So this is the kitchen". Dre nodded his head at the site of all the brand new appliances. They then take a walk up the stairs and where there are 3 large bedrooms. 2 right next to each other and one in the corner. Dion decided to show Dre what the guest room in the corner looked like which appeared as something out of a home and crafts magazine with fresh linen and sheets and smelled brand spanking new with hard wood floors and furniture from West Elm.
"So what do you think?" Dion turned around and asked Dre
Dre walked up to Dion with seductive eyes and went straight to kiss the inside of Dions neck on his left side with his hands pressed on Dions waist while Dions arms laid at ease. Dion let out a sigh of relief and desire and then Dre stopped and looked into Dions eyes and began to kiss him hard and strong. Dion wrapped his arms around Dre's neck causing the kiss to become more intense. The both of them at this point are able to feel each others hard dicks pressed against each other. Dre then reached into Dions white Calvin Klein boxer briefs and began to massage his round ass so gently. Dion began to get more aggressive by diving into Dres chocolate neck causing Dre to reciprocate by gently playing with Dions wanting and hairless crack until he reached his tight hole.
Within moments notice, Dre picked Dion up causing Dion to wrap his legs around his waist and moved to the bed in which Dre fell on top of Dion yet continue to kiss each other. Dre begins to move down Dions body, unbuckles his black belt and pulls down his boxer briefs and pants down at the same time and began to gently kiss his dick from top to bottom, however the tables have turned. Dre rolls Dion on to his stomach and began to dive into the cracks of Dions perfectly plump butt and began not eating, licking and sucking on Dion perfectly clean hole causing Dion to lose control of all emotion. Dion took his left hand to push Dres face further in as he could right his right hand began to tightly grip the sheets. Dre presented yet another skill by sucking Dions long 8 inch dick which was pressed against the sheets behind him instead of in front of him and making his way back up to eat and back down the dick. Dre had eaten Dion so good that he had to wipe to saliva and booty juice from his lips and chin to continue eating the Dions now wet, juicy and ready ass.
Dre slips Dions sneakers off, slides pants and boxers down his legs and they begin to fall on the floor. He takes his owns off without untying them and drops his pants and boxers down to the floor. He goes into his jeans to pull out a Trojan Magnum to fit the girth of his 8.5 inch cut dick and immediately cuts the package open with his teeth, spitting out the corner and rolls the condom down his dick all the way to the base. Dre got on top and began to slow grind while spooning his arms cupping behind Dions shoulders, he continue to gently kiss Dions neck and upper back. Dre reached down to position the head of his dick to penetrate Dion, but he had a better idea. Dion pushes Dre on his back gets on top to ride on top. This change in plans surprises Dre as it shows in the widening of his eyes. Dion situated himself on Dres dick and began to gently ride motioning and winding his ass up and down and even around in circles causing a slight degree of pain and pleasure at the same time yet sending Dre into ripples of ecstasy. Dion pressed his hands on Dres tattoo'ed chest while Dre pinched and played with Dions nipples causing him to ride even harder and deeper until Dre hits that spot that not too many men have the pleasure of hitting and the ones that do know about it revel in its joy.
Both guys are now drenched in sweat, both are heavily breathing, Dions hole is now wet and slightly loosened and Dres balls are soaked from all the juices. Dion finally busts. He shoots his load all over Dre's chest, neck, chin, lips and a few spurts catches Dre near his eyes, but Dre doesn't care he gets his nutt and is laid paralyzed, the nutt was so good Dion was able to count all of Dres ribs through his tight abs. Dion mounts off of Dre and lays at his side exhausted, worn and sweaty.
Dre looks down at the condom covered dick, the head is filled with semen and was even more amazed at how spotless over the condom is. He wiped the nutt from off his eyes with the knuckles of his thumbs.
"This shit with nutt getting in my eyes...is this going to happen every time we mess around?" Dre looked over and asked Dion. Looking back, Dion laughed and smiled "I warn you, I'm a big shooter, all the time, anytime". As a gesture to make it up to Dre, Dion licks the nutt that had landed on Dres chin and kisses him with it. "Damn, who's nasty now shawty" Dre whispers "Come on, lets gets in the shower, this room has its own shower". Dion proposed "Help me up, I'm mad tired yo" The two laughed at each other and how they both wore each other out. Dion helps Dre up and they both go to the shower, only just because they both bust crazy ass nutts doesn't mean it's quite over.
"Hey you" Marlon answered in a higher perky voice, excited to hear from his friend
"Hey are you busy"
"No I been chillin actually, you know Robbie and I just moved to Smyrna from Alpharetta right?"
"Oh that's great, why didn't you tell me you were you moving, you're like 15 minutes away from me, if you got a minute you should come through"
"That's not a bad idea, we should crack a bottle"
"Marlon..."
"What?"
"It's 11:15am"
"Well shit, it's drink-thirty somewhere in the world"
"You're a mess"
"I'll be right over"
Marlon drives his bright yellow two door Mustang down the narrow road in Dion's neighbourhood of Buckhead. He gets out gently opens his door, steps out and closes his door. Marlon is 5'11 slim yet thick where necessary in which he contributes to being in a relationship, brown skin, brown eyes and dimples on his cheeks. He was dressed comfortably wearing a pink and blue striped polo from Lacoste , yellow khaki pants and a pair of white uptowns, dressed very Northerner. He walks away from the car and sees Dion walking out his door taking trash out.
"Look at you being all domestic" Marlon says with a big grin
"I know right, just go on ahead in and make yourself comfortable, I'll be in shortly"
Dion's classic Jack Russell Terrier walks up to Marlon and stands up against his leg. Dion walks in and shuts down the door behind him and notices Brown being friendly with Marlon.
"C'mon Marlon let's go in the kitchen"
"Yes because that's where the liquor is" Marlon said
Dion pulled two glasses off of his dry dishes rack and pulled a tall bottle of Disaronno out of the top cabinet. He then opened the refrigerator to drop two cubes of ice in each class and filled the glass half way with the brown liquor, swiftly turns around serves Marlon his glass who had been waiting at the island counter patiently like the lush that he can be.
"I've been a bad boy" Dion says in a low whisper
"What you mean you been a bad boy?" Marlon says with his left eyebrow raised to the heavens.
"I cheated on Carl this morning"
"Oh dear, bring that bottle of Disaronno here"
"Yeah" Dion said with a hard sigh
"What happened? Adam4adam?"
"No"
"BGC?"
"No"
"Men4now"
"No"
"Manhunt"
"Marlon who does manhunt these days"
"You're right...then HOW?"
"Fed-ex guy"
Marlon dropped his empty glass on the island counter, his eyes widened and his mouth dropped
"Right there at the doorway, shawty gave me some serious Becky"
"Oh my God, Dion"
The two paused and Dion began to pour himself more of the Disaronno in his glass and refilled Marlon as well
"Well Dion, If it makes you feel any better, eatin ain't cheatin"
This caused a giggle from Dion but the guilt he felt was still bothering him.
"Well there's more. I invited him to come over this evening"
"Wait do you even know his name?"
"Yes! his name is Andre but he goes by Dre"
"Dre..tall, dark skin, pretty teeth, nice toned body, tattoo on his chest of a Phoenix going all the way across"
"Yes, yes but I didn't see a tattoo on his chest, He was getting my dick in down his throat with his uniform"
"Well" Marlon said with a gasp clutching his chest "Find out if theres a tattoo there"
"Why do you think you had him"
"Absolutely not but I think he dances at Traxx"
"Ugh Traxx"
"Yeah he seems a bit young but he's nice, real cute. Robert and I saw him there when we first moved to Atlanta to explore the club scene here"
"I guess" Dion said as he took more sips of his drink
"Well you invited him over, if you're not feeling it then cancel"
"I can't, I don't have his number, I just told him to come over"
"This is just...This is just all types of messy" Marlon said in a voice of dissapointment "It's just sloppy"
"I know I know"
"I'm not going to judge you, If you only knew the pickles I've been through with Robert while I was in New York puh-lease, anyway I gotta run, I gotta do some food shopping. I'd invite you and this Dre person over but being that Robert is close with Carl all of the sudden, that would just cause mess and I don't plan on telling him about this"
"Thanks, I was going to tell you don't tell Robert"
"Don't worry about it, it's just Robert has a nose for messiness now"
Marlon gets up from the island counter and walks out down the hallways towards the front door and walks to his parked yellow two door Mustang. "Call me" he yelled as he gets to the driver side of his car. He drives off down the street out of sight in a matter of near seconds.
Later that night.
At exactly 6 on the dot. Dion had on a plain yellow v neck tee shirt and a pair of red skinny jeans sagging gently off of his ample butt and pair of Supra high tops dressed like a skater boy. There was a ring at Dion's door. He was busy straightening up in the living room and walked over to the door, opened the door. It was Dre, this time he looked different, He wore a striped shirt yellow, white and blue buttoned down over his dark denim white stitching Antik jeans and black prada sneakers. Dion stepped aside and nodded his head motioning Dre to come on in. Dre gave Dion a warm smile as he closed the door behind him and escorted Dre to his living room where the dog Brown was sleeping under the coffee table. They both sat on Dions plush couch in front which was situated perfectly in front of the 80 inch flat screen plasma television with a surround sound entertainment system hanging from every corner of the living room.
"You want something to drink" Dion asked in a noticeable nervous tone
"Nah, I'm good. I'm not thirsty, 'sup witchu tho"
"Shit, tryin to figure you out"
"What you wanna know"
"Tell me about you"
"OK, I moved here with my dad and my step mom from Detroit. My parents wanted to give me and my sister a better life. I moved out a few months ago working at Fed Ex and sometimes I dance at Traxx and The Cheetah on the weekend"
"You said you moved with your parents, so that mean you live with them?"
"No, I moved out after my dad found out I was dancing at Traxx actually..." Dre said with a slight studder "...he kicked me out"
"I'm so sorry to hear that, how did he find out anyway?"
"One of his faggot ass co-workers told him"
"Oh damn"
"And you know whats fucked up, it's not even like he had anything to benefit from it, he did it because I wasn't trying to do his old ass"
"What? well What your mom say?"
"What about her? She lives in L.A. with some rich white dude and their 4 kids. I only hear from her once, maybe twice a year...my birthday and Christmas"
"That's fucked up Dre"
"Nah its cool. tell me about yourself, what you do to live in this amazing house"
"Amazing?"
"Yeah" Dre said with a small chuckle
"Umm you haven't been to any of the other areas have you. This is okay at best. I flip homes, I buy them, renovate and upgrade them and then I sell them for way more than their value but right now because of the economy, I haven't been able to sell this one and quite frankly this is the one that's given me the most trouble to sell, so I decided to make this one home for a while."
"Cool" Dre said with a nod of approval
"Ya know what let me show you what makes this house so nice"
The two got up, and walk out the living room and walked to the left of the living room and head in the direction of the kitchen. "So this is the kitchen". Dre nodded his head at the site of all the brand new appliances. They then take a walk up the stairs and where there are 3 large bedrooms. 2 right next to each other and one in the corner. Dion decided to show Dre what the guest room in the corner looked like which appeared as something out of a home and crafts magazine with fresh linen and sheets and smelled brand spanking new with hard wood floors and furniture from West Elm.
"So what do you think?" Dion turned around and asked Dre
Dre walked up to Dion with seductive eyes and went straight to kiss the inside of Dions neck on his left side with his hands pressed on Dions waist while Dions arms laid at ease. Dion let out a sigh of relief and desire and then Dre stopped and looked into Dions eyes and began to kiss him hard and strong. Dion wrapped his arms around Dre's neck causing the kiss to become more intense. The both of them at this point are able to feel each others hard dicks pressed against each other. Dre then reached into Dions white Calvin Klein boxer briefs and began to massage his round ass so gently. Dion began to get more aggressive by diving into Dres chocolate neck causing Dre to reciprocate by gently playing with Dions wanting and hairless crack until he reached his tight hole.
Within moments notice, Dre picked Dion up causing Dion to wrap his legs around his waist and moved to the bed in which Dre fell on top of Dion yet continue to kiss each other. Dre begins to move down Dions body, unbuckles his black belt and pulls down his boxer briefs and pants down at the same time and began to gently kiss his dick from top to bottom, however the tables have turned. Dre rolls Dion on to his stomach and began to dive into the cracks of Dions perfectly plump butt and began not eating, licking and sucking on Dion perfectly clean hole causing Dion to lose control of all emotion. Dion took his left hand to push Dres face further in as he could right his right hand began to tightly grip the sheets. Dre presented yet another skill by sucking Dions long 8 inch dick which was pressed against the sheets behind him instead of in front of him and making his way back up to eat and back down the dick. Dre had eaten Dion so good that he had to wipe to saliva and booty juice from his lips and chin to continue eating the Dions now wet, juicy and ready ass.
Dre slips Dions sneakers off, slides pants and boxers down his legs and they begin to fall on the floor. He takes his owns off without untying them and drops his pants and boxers down to the floor. He goes into his jeans to pull out a Trojan Magnum to fit the girth of his 8.5 inch cut dick and immediately cuts the package open with his teeth, spitting out the corner and rolls the condom down his dick all the way to the base. Dre got on top and began to slow grind while spooning his arms cupping behind Dions shoulders, he continue to gently kiss Dions neck and upper back. Dre reached down to position the head of his dick to penetrate Dion, but he had a better idea. Dion pushes Dre on his back gets on top to ride on top. This change in plans surprises Dre as it shows in the widening of his eyes. Dion situated himself on Dres dick and began to gently ride motioning and winding his ass up and down and even around in circles causing a slight degree of pain and pleasure at the same time yet sending Dre into ripples of ecstasy. Dion pressed his hands on Dres tattoo'ed chest while Dre pinched and played with Dions nipples causing him to ride even harder and deeper until Dre hits that spot that not too many men have the pleasure of hitting and the ones that do know about it revel in its joy.
Both guys are now drenched in sweat, both are heavily breathing, Dions hole is now wet and slightly loosened and Dres balls are soaked from all the juices. Dion finally busts. He shoots his load all over Dre's chest, neck, chin, lips and a few spurts catches Dre near his eyes, but Dre doesn't care he gets his nutt and is laid paralyzed, the nutt was so good Dion was able to count all of Dres ribs through his tight abs. Dion mounts off of Dre and lays at his side exhausted, worn and sweaty.
Dre looks down at the condom covered dick, the head is filled with semen and was even more amazed at how spotless over the condom is. He wiped the nutt from off his eyes with the knuckles of his thumbs.
"This shit with nutt getting in my eyes...is this going to happen every time we mess around?" Dre looked over and asked Dion. Looking back, Dion laughed and smiled "I warn you, I'm a big shooter, all the time, anytime". As a gesture to make it up to Dre, Dion licks the nutt that had landed on Dres chin and kisses him with it. "Damn, who's nasty now shawty" Dre whispers "Come on, lets gets in the shower, this room has its own shower". Dion proposed "Help me up, I'm mad tired yo" The two laughed at each other and how they both wore each other out. Dion helps Dre up and they both go to the shower, only just because they both bust crazy ass nutts doesn't mean it's quite over.
Thursday, November 19, 2009
Friends & Lovers: Part I - What's Yo' Fantasy
Dion had it all. At 23 he lived a pretty mainstream easy going life in his townhouse in the Atlanta suburb of Buckhead. He drives a black Audi A4 convertible with tricked out spinning wheels and a sound system that will make the hairs of your cat stand up. He has a great job as a person who hustles homes in the Atlanta area. Dion has made a living of buying, fixing up and selling many Atlanta homes for more than the amount that he bought them for and therefore has a made a comfortable life for himself. He even has the boyfriend and a boy jack russell terrier named Brown. The boyfriend, Carl work who is a financial advisor for several Internatioanl trading companies tend to be away most of the time leaving Dion in Atlanta. Dion is 5'10 brown skin, very nice toned athletic build with the butt to go with it, high and perky, nice short wavy hair, he is everything pretty even down to his crest smile and everything you wouldn't want to leave at home.
It was around 9AM and it was another morning in which Dion woke up alone. He longed for the nights and mornings where he would wake up and Carl would be there in his arms but it was another business trip to Beijing, and the week before it was a trip to Tokyo and the week before that it was a trip to South Africa. The list of places seemed to be endless and so were the amount of mornings Dion woke up with an erection. Dion couldn't deny his man is sexy and just the thought of him turned him on so bad. With the sun bursting streams of yellow and white through his ceiling to floor windows, Dion woke up to look down at his 8 inch thick cut dick standing straight up under his sheets, he smiled and winked "Good Morning". He reached down with his right hand and began stroking his dick from his soft pubic hair from the based all the way to the head, rubbing his thumb across the head when it would get towards the tip while his left hand would gently caress his hard brown hairless nipples. It has been quite some time since Dion has pleasured himself and his body began to get hot from the long strokes of his thick black manhood as he began to take deeper breathes and then there was the ring of the doorbell...
[Ding Dong]
[Ding Dong]
The bell is so loud and it was hard for Dion to ignore it and this only infuriated him. He then put on the first thing he could find which were a pair of Spongebob pajama pants. He storms out of his bedroom and swings around the banister down the stairs
[Ding Dong]
"I'm coming damn chill" Dion yelled
Dion angrily opens the door and it's a male Fed-ex man. The Fed-Ex man was tall with soft spinning waves, brown skin with a dark ceasar cut and a killer line up, nice body, beautiful white smile and sexy baritone voice. There was a slight pause then a "What!" from Dion.
"Yeah this is a delivery for Mr. Dion Tate" The Fed-ex man says
"Yeah thats me" Dion replies
"I have a package for you here"
The Fed-Ex man hands Dion a rectangular brown box. He also hands
"Don't you guys use an electronic signature thing or whatever" Dion says trying to write with a pen that was just out of ink.
"Yeah it's the truck broken"
The Fed-Ex man eyes cruised over Dion's tight shirtless body and his eyes reacted to still erect dick in his spongebob pajama pants.
"Did I interrupt something?" The Fed ex man asked Dion as he struggled to sign his name on an inkless pen.
"Nah you didn't" Dion frowned slightly at the Fed ex man
"Looks like I did to me" The Fed ex man said licking his lips
"Are you kidding me are you working or you cruising?"
"Nah I'm a professional, I'm a working man, I just provide good friendly services thats all"
"Oh really?"
"Yeah let me in and I'll show you"
Throughout this entire exchange Dion's dick swelled even more in his pajama pants, you saw his dick beat to the same rhythm of his heavy beating heart. Dion decided to ask the Fed-ex man in.
"So what's good" Dion softly said
The Fed ex man kissed Dion's already aroused nipples one by one and proceeded to lick him down the middle of his tights abs down to his belly button and began to lick around it causing Dion to jump a little out of reaction to being ticklish. The fun began when Dion was able to close his eyes and feel the wet of dudes mouth massaging his dick. At first he was being shy about the head. Dion was still tense because this was everything that he expected to be in some low budget porn but coming to life however, this was reality, this was more than he ever could imagine because Fed ex man decided to deepthroat his dick, his head feeling the warmth and the tightness of dudes throat. After a few minutes of this Dion's dick is not only wet but the noises of Fed ex dudes lips smacking and swallowing Dion's entire dick literally were too much of a turn on. This is blowing both of their minds but not before...
"Oh shit I'm about to nutt"
Fed ex man Quickly stops but couldnt avoid the streams of nutt which flies all over his face just missing his right eye, "Oh shit" he says getting it all over the middle of his face down to his full lips and chin, some managed to hit the wall behind him but managed not to get it on the shirt of his Fed ex uniform.
"Damn" Dion said softly barely standing he holds on the wall behind Fed ex man in which he used to balanced himself.
"Hold on, let me get you real quick"
"Yeah thanks"
Dion pulls up his Spongebob pajama pants up and over his still hard and now swinging dick, runs to the kitchen and wets a brand new kitchen cloth for him. He comes back and places the cloth in Fed ex mans right hand "Here you go"
"Thanks" Fed ex man says
He wipes his face all around paying specific attention to the corner of his eye in which some of the cum had found its way.
"You aight, I didn't mean to get it in your eye like that..."
"Nah its cool, it doesn't burn too bad"
"Yeah it's not often that I get head delivered to my door"
"Ain't you glad I showed up" Fed ex man said licking the little bit of nutt off of his lips
"illl shawty you nasty, how you gon lick up my nutt like that"
"It taste good tho"
Dion bursted out in laughter and sat on the floor in front of dude.
"So what your name is" Dion asked in a low voice staring in dudes eyes
"Andre but I go by Dre"
"Aight Dre" Dion said with emphasis on his name "that was hot"
"Hell yeah" Dre says
Dre gets up and cracks his neck and picks up his clipboard and pen and begin to head back to out finish working.
"Aye Dre, take this and put it in the garbage outside. I don't need any evidence laying around"
"Oh you buggin"
"What?"
"Aight"
"By the way, what time you get off?"
"6PM"
"Won't you come through"
"I can do that"
"Cool"
Dion opens the door to let Dre out, he takes his belongings and walks out the door to his Fed-ex trucks and begins to drive off down the block. He closes the door and can't even believe that his Jack Russell Terrier has been so quiet and well behaved this whole time. Dion then rips the package open and it's from his barely existing boyfriend. He pulls out a glass award that reads
...to Dion,
You are my lover
You are my friend
You are my everything
Thank you for standing by me
Thank you for loving me
Thank you for being my joy
You make me the happiest man on earth
You are the best man anyone could ask for
Carl & Dion forever.
(...TO BE CONTINUED
Sunday, October 11, 2009
The Bed I Made (Part III)
It was a Saturday night, Robbie and I had just came in from a media industry party completely drunk. We came home on a limo that was rented by his company. The industry party was actually the afterparty to the Media Emmys that year. Robbie did not win any of the awards he was nominated for and I was a guest of another CNN political analyst. I got a chance to meet some of my favourite news reporters Larry King, Anderson Cooper both of CNN and a few others. I remember that day also meet T.J. Holmes and he gave me some great advice that night on how to stay alive in the news organization. Robbie and I had been seeing each other casually for several months now but something about this night we couldn't keep our hands off each other. We would catch feels as the night went on and find ways to escape the crowds to catch a quick kiss, its amazing we didn't get caught by one of our colleagues.
He wore Burberry Classic and I wore Armani Code. He wore a classic black tux, I wore a classic snow white tux outfit without a blazer but with a matching white vest just to be different and stand out. You would think we were coming in from our wedding day but we were just ecstatic to be in each others presence lusting in each others arms, kissing, hugging and touching. One by one peices of our clothing came off until there was just him and I left in our bare nakedness. Robbie picked me from the back of my thighs and my body easily just reciprocated by wrapping my legs around his waist, my arms wrapped around his shoulders and his lips kissing and stroking my neck. He carried me over to the bed where he began to make love to my body. My body wanted him, My body was thirsty for him. His body needed me. By this point, his clean cut 8.5 inch thick dick had already knew its around throw the grips of my tight ass. I laid at the edge of the bed with my legs spread eagle position to the side as he attempted to go in there was a bit of a fight. So he pulled and decided to taste me, lick me, eat me, wet me though as if I was his tasty desert, this bringing moans out of my mouth, tears out of my eyes and sweat from my pores. I always love when he does that, I would open my eyes every now and then and look down just to see his face buried directly under my balls, my dick laying perfectly erect and flat against my abs. He got up from pleasuring the lips of my ass to now fuck the lips of my ass. Anytime I'm getting fucked by him, I never remember the entry being painful at all but more pleasureful for my soul. My toes always curl and my body always tenses and all it takes is a gently kiss from him on my body to make me loosen up. I never enjoyed being the bottom but for him, it came all too easy and oh so natural. He wrapped my legs around his waist, scooped me up once again and sat the two of us at the edge of the bed, this time with me riding his lap. He knew this was one of my favourite positions. My lips kissed his as if his lips were a drink of a water. Our bodies were lubricated with sweat. He pressed his hands on my shoulders and I began to grab at the middle of his back. The intensity quickly built as he bit my neck to try not to scream. I couldn't take the pressure building up in my body which was too, all I remember was I shot streams of cum all over his stomach which in that same second he bust as well. He collapsed on the bed and I went down with him, heavily breathing and at a loss for words. For quite a few minutes neither one of us said anything and were too lazy to get up and clean ourselves off. We eventually got up and showered later that night.
The next morning, I woke up with my face on his bare chest. I had an idea of what love is, but the months that we were together I began to ask myself "Am I finally in love"? I fell back asleep on to Robbie's lifeless body feeling blessed that he doesn't snore. We were both awaken by a gasp and a heavy duffle bag being dropped and the heartbroken face of Lynette Michelle Saunders, Roberts on again off again girlfriend.
"Sir this is the last stop" The female conductor said
"Huh?"
"Last stop, World Trade Center, no passengers"
"Oh...I'm sorry thank you"
"Uh huh"
The female conductor was a friendly pale caucasian woman with fire red hair and freckles across her nose and cheeks.
"Baby you were in a zone!"
"You don't know the half of it" I replied
"Have a good one hun"
"You too"
Moments like those made me remember that yes indeed there are still good people left in all of New York City.
Later than afternoon, Darius met me in my Brooklyn Heights neighborhood for an early afternoon lunch and cocktails at one of our favourite places called One Front Street a few blocks away from my apartment. They have the best sangria ever. Darius was wearing a horizonatal black and white striped double breasted long cardigan and pair of skinny black jeans and black leather shoes that looks like he took a page out of British Mens Vogue. The minute I sat down, I received a text message from Robbie "Hey I'm so sorry about earlier. Lynette and I are getting a divorce and it hasn't been finalized. Please call me so I can explain better"
"Who was that? you look pissed and sounded pissed earlier" Darius said sipping on his red sangria
"That was Robbie" I said looking down
"Robbie from the other night, like knocking down walls Robbie?"
"He knocked your walls down, not mine boo"
"You had him first so technically he did knock your walls down...a few times"
"Don't do me bitch, keep in mind that he was mine first"
"It's not about who had him first gurr, it's about who made him bust last unless..."
"No Darius, we didn't have sex last night. We could've had sex this morning"
"But what happened?" Darius said.
"His ex wife shows up"
I looked away from Darius and out the window looking at the traffic going down into Cadman Plaza.
"Why did he get married to her?" Darius asked
"Because her catching us gave her leverage to force him into marrying her"
"Ewww but what woman would knowingly want a bisexual man"
"She doesn't want him at least not like she used to, she wants his earnings. He is the highest paid sportscaster in the industry. How much are you willing to bet that they don't even have a pre-nup. He told me he was going to break up with her that last night he messed, then she walked in and it was all over. She threatened to take down my career as well"
"Man that sucks. I wish there was something I can do Marlon"
"I wish there was something I can do"
"Well, you can start by cutting off Robbie again, he's no good for you right now"
"I know"
After Darius and I finished our full pitcher of sangria. I decided to run home to shower and change. I thought maybe it was time for a spa day for myself. I thought a facial, manicure, pedicure and a massage would really help me think about what I need to do next. I went to my building on Columbia in the Brooklyn Heights section to find something comfortable to wear and I figured since it was a nice day, I should keep it simple. Some nice basic dark denim jeans and a basic black button down and some Alexander McQuen puma sneakers. I figured if I'm going to get this pretty, I might something to get into later on in the evening.
I took the A train from High Street to Times Square where I walked a few blocks to the 44th street and Broadway intersection at the M spa. I ordered the "Face & Body" package. Like your typical high end spa, it was empty. In this economy, you don't even see your usual Stepford wife roll in. I began reading a People magazine while sitting in a comfortable plush chair made out of what I want to say is fur and a familiar female figure wearing all black and wearing Dolce & Gabbana shades, rocking a short hair do and peep toe Loubotins. It was Lynette.
"We have to stop running into each other like this" Lynette said
"I'm convinced you're following me" I said with an even face stare
"Oh don't flatter yourself"
"I don't need to flatter myself, that's already been taken care of"
"How dare you"
"How dare I what, Lynette? How dare I fall in love with a man that you were in love with who in return didn't love you who in fact used you as a media prop? How dare I begin seeing a man that fell for me and not fell for you because he was too busy digging into me? How dare I try to stand by the man that I love while he gets blackmailed by a woman that he totally dispises who doesn't even love herself enough to find a man that is properly suited for her but instead is so busy trying to have something that was never hers in the first place. Yes Lynette, how dare I."
An asian female esthetician dressed in all white came from the back to greet me
"Mister Fisher, your spa bed is ready" she said with a beautiful bright white smile.
The next day in the late afternoon in my usual work attire of a blazer, white button down, yellow Sean John tie and black slacks and black leather shoes, I went to G Lounge in Chelsea to have more than I can handle drinks and threw myself into a cab back to my apartment in Brooklyn Heights. I walk into the lobby of my building, I am startled by a familiar voice calling my name. It was Robbie. Robbie was wearing a thin black leather jacket, a plain white T shirt, dark denim jeans and some white nike uptowns.
"Hey" he said in a low voice
I turn around and press the button to the elevator to reach my top floor
"So you're not talking to me now"
"You have two options, we can either talk about this upstairs or we can talk about this never because I don't feel comfortable talking about this in the lobby"
"Ok I can handle that"
I have to admit, I was definetely giving Robbie attitude. I was just just annoyed by the idea of having to go through the same situation with Robbie and Lynette all over again, years later after the first time it happened. We barely said anything to each other the whole elevator ride up. Nothing was said when I turned the key to my door to walk into the apartment. We walked in and instead of walking to the living room, he sat on a stool that is situated at the bar next to the kitchen.
"You want anything to drink" I asked Robbie
"No thanks"
"So what do you want to talk about Robbie?"
"Well I'm going to get to the point Marlon. Lynette signed the divorce papers finally"
He pulled an envelope out of his jacket and rested it on the bar. I was quite suprised by this bit of news, given how hard Lynette worked to trap him and how much Robbie used her to cover up his own homosexuality.
"She said she won't blow my cover"
"And you believe her"
"She said after speaking with you and then speaking with Darius & Maurice"
"Wait...Darius and Maurice? what do they have to do with anything?"
"Wait, Darius didn't tell you?"
"I spoke to Darius yesterday for lunch and how does Maurice fit into this"
"Well I guess it's appropriate to tell you that Maurice is my nephew. I've let Maurice stay with me while he finds work in the states because he wants to move here from The Bahamas. Him and Lynette had something going on."
"How do you know this?"
I began to pour myself a glass of Moscato I had chilling at the bottom of the refrigerator.
"Maurice has a video of them on her phone" Robbie said "And not that I care but Maurice had been hiding this from me for quite some time. He was scared to say anything but was not aware of the circumstances on how Lynette and I got married. Him and Darius began talking to each other shortly after the foursome, I guess they're trying to see whats up with each other and Maurice told him about the video and Maurice threatened to upload the video on xtube and distribute it if she even thought about leaking any photographs of you and I"
"Wow" I said sipping on my drink
"Yeah wow"
"So what now?"
"I don't know homie, you tell me. You and me, is now in your hands"
He wore Burberry Classic and I wore Armani Code. He wore a classic black tux, I wore a classic snow white tux outfit without a blazer but with a matching white vest just to be different and stand out. You would think we were coming in from our wedding day but we were just ecstatic to be in each others presence lusting in each others arms, kissing, hugging and touching. One by one peices of our clothing came off until there was just him and I left in our bare nakedness. Robbie picked me from the back of my thighs and my body easily just reciprocated by wrapping my legs around his waist, my arms wrapped around his shoulders and his lips kissing and stroking my neck. He carried me over to the bed where he began to make love to my body. My body wanted him, My body was thirsty for him. His body needed me. By this point, his clean cut 8.5 inch thick dick had already knew its around throw the grips of my tight ass. I laid at the edge of the bed with my legs spread eagle position to the side as he attempted to go in there was a bit of a fight. So he pulled and decided to taste me, lick me, eat me, wet me though as if I was his tasty desert, this bringing moans out of my mouth, tears out of my eyes and sweat from my pores. I always love when he does that, I would open my eyes every now and then and look down just to see his face buried directly under my balls, my dick laying perfectly erect and flat against my abs. He got up from pleasuring the lips of my ass to now fuck the lips of my ass. Anytime I'm getting fucked by him, I never remember the entry being painful at all but more pleasureful for my soul. My toes always curl and my body always tenses and all it takes is a gently kiss from him on my body to make me loosen up. I never enjoyed being the bottom but for him, it came all too easy and oh so natural. He wrapped my legs around his waist, scooped me up once again and sat the two of us at the edge of the bed, this time with me riding his lap. He knew this was one of my favourite positions. My lips kissed his as if his lips were a drink of a water. Our bodies were lubricated with sweat. He pressed his hands on my shoulders and I began to grab at the middle of his back. The intensity quickly built as he bit my neck to try not to scream. I couldn't take the pressure building up in my body which was too, all I remember was I shot streams of cum all over his stomach which in that same second he bust as well. He collapsed on the bed and I went down with him, heavily breathing and at a loss for words. For quite a few minutes neither one of us said anything and were too lazy to get up and clean ourselves off. We eventually got up and showered later that night.
The next morning, I woke up with my face on his bare chest. I had an idea of what love is, but the months that we were together I began to ask myself "Am I finally in love"? I fell back asleep on to Robbie's lifeless body feeling blessed that he doesn't snore. We were both awaken by a gasp and a heavy duffle bag being dropped and the heartbroken face of Lynette Michelle Saunders, Roberts on again off again girlfriend.
"Sir this is the last stop" The female conductor said
"Huh?"
"Last stop, World Trade Center, no passengers"
"Oh...I'm sorry thank you"
"Uh huh"
The female conductor was a friendly pale caucasian woman with fire red hair and freckles across her nose and cheeks.
"Baby you were in a zone!"
"You don't know the half of it" I replied
"Have a good one hun"
"You too"
Moments like those made me remember that yes indeed there are still good people left in all of New York City.
Later than afternoon, Darius met me in my Brooklyn Heights neighborhood for an early afternoon lunch and cocktails at one of our favourite places called One Front Street a few blocks away from my apartment. They have the best sangria ever. Darius was wearing a horizonatal black and white striped double breasted long cardigan and pair of skinny black jeans and black leather shoes that looks like he took a page out of British Mens Vogue. The minute I sat down, I received a text message from Robbie "Hey I'm so sorry about earlier. Lynette and I are getting a divorce and it hasn't been finalized. Please call me so I can explain better"
"Who was that? you look pissed and sounded pissed earlier" Darius said sipping on his red sangria
"That was Robbie" I said looking down
"Robbie from the other night, like knocking down walls Robbie?"
"He knocked your walls down, not mine boo"
"You had him first so technically he did knock your walls down...a few times"
"Don't do me bitch, keep in mind that he was mine first"
"It's not about who had him first gurr, it's about who made him bust last unless..."
"No Darius, we didn't have sex last night. We could've had sex this morning"
"But what happened?" Darius said.
"His ex wife shows up"
I looked away from Darius and out the window looking at the traffic going down into Cadman Plaza.
"Why did he get married to her?" Darius asked
"Because her catching us gave her leverage to force him into marrying her"
"Ewww but what woman would knowingly want a bisexual man"
"She doesn't want him at least not like she used to, she wants his earnings. He is the highest paid sportscaster in the industry. How much are you willing to bet that they don't even have a pre-nup. He told me he was going to break up with her that last night he messed, then she walked in and it was all over. She threatened to take down my career as well"
"Man that sucks. I wish there was something I can do Marlon"
"I wish there was something I can do"
"Well, you can start by cutting off Robbie again, he's no good for you right now"
"I know"
After Darius and I finished our full pitcher of sangria. I decided to run home to shower and change. I thought maybe it was time for a spa day for myself. I thought a facial, manicure, pedicure and a massage would really help me think about what I need to do next. I went to my building on Columbia in the Brooklyn Heights section to find something comfortable to wear and I figured since it was a nice day, I should keep it simple. Some nice basic dark denim jeans and a basic black button down and some Alexander McQuen puma sneakers. I figured if I'm going to get this pretty, I might something to get into later on in the evening.
I took the A train from High Street to Times Square where I walked a few blocks to the 44th street and Broadway intersection at the M spa. I ordered the "Face & Body" package. Like your typical high end spa, it was empty. In this economy, you don't even see your usual Stepford wife roll in. I began reading a People magazine while sitting in a comfortable plush chair made out of what I want to say is fur and a familiar female figure wearing all black and wearing Dolce & Gabbana shades, rocking a short hair do and peep toe Loubotins. It was Lynette.
"We have to stop running into each other like this" Lynette said
"I'm convinced you're following me" I said with an even face stare
"Oh don't flatter yourself"
"I don't need to flatter myself, that's already been taken care of"
"How dare you"
"How dare I what, Lynette? How dare I fall in love with a man that you were in love with who in return didn't love you who in fact used you as a media prop? How dare I begin seeing a man that fell for me and not fell for you because he was too busy digging into me? How dare I try to stand by the man that I love while he gets blackmailed by a woman that he totally dispises who doesn't even love herself enough to find a man that is properly suited for her but instead is so busy trying to have something that was never hers in the first place. Yes Lynette, how dare I."
An asian female esthetician dressed in all white came from the back to greet me
"Mister Fisher, your spa bed is ready" she said with a beautiful bright white smile.
The next day in the late afternoon in my usual work attire of a blazer, white button down, yellow Sean John tie and black slacks and black leather shoes, I went to G Lounge in Chelsea to have more than I can handle drinks and threw myself into a cab back to my apartment in Brooklyn Heights. I walk into the lobby of my building, I am startled by a familiar voice calling my name. It was Robbie. Robbie was wearing a thin black leather jacket, a plain white T shirt, dark denim jeans and some white nike uptowns.
"Hey" he said in a low voice
I turn around and press the button to the elevator to reach my top floor
"So you're not talking to me now"
"You have two options, we can either talk about this upstairs or we can talk about this never because I don't feel comfortable talking about this in the lobby"
"Ok I can handle that"
I have to admit, I was definetely giving Robbie attitude. I was just just annoyed by the idea of having to go through the same situation with Robbie and Lynette all over again, years later after the first time it happened. We barely said anything to each other the whole elevator ride up. Nothing was said when I turned the key to my door to walk into the apartment. We walked in and instead of walking to the living room, he sat on a stool that is situated at the bar next to the kitchen.
"You want anything to drink" I asked Robbie
"No thanks"
"So what do you want to talk about Robbie?"
"Well I'm going to get to the point Marlon. Lynette signed the divorce papers finally"
He pulled an envelope out of his jacket and rested it on the bar. I was quite suprised by this bit of news, given how hard Lynette worked to trap him and how much Robbie used her to cover up his own homosexuality.
"She said she won't blow my cover"
"And you believe her"
"She said after speaking with you and then speaking with Darius & Maurice"
"Wait...Darius and Maurice? what do they have to do with anything?"
"Wait, Darius didn't tell you?"
"I spoke to Darius yesterday for lunch and how does Maurice fit into this"
"Well I guess it's appropriate to tell you that Maurice is my nephew. I've let Maurice stay with me while he finds work in the states because he wants to move here from The Bahamas. Him and Lynette had something going on."
"How do you know this?"
I began to pour myself a glass of Moscato I had chilling at the bottom of the refrigerator.
"Maurice has a video of them on her phone" Robbie said "And not that I care but Maurice had been hiding this from me for quite some time. He was scared to say anything but was not aware of the circumstances on how Lynette and I got married. Him and Darius began talking to each other shortly after the foursome, I guess they're trying to see whats up with each other and Maurice told him about the video and Maurice threatened to upload the video on xtube and distribute it if she even thought about leaking any photographs of you and I"
"Wow" I said sipping on my drink
"Yeah wow"
"So what now?"
"I don't know homie, you tell me. You and me, is now in your hands"
Friday, October 9, 2009
The Bed I Made (Part II of III)
I felt a bit blazay after the foursome that occurred between Darius, Maurice, Robbie and myself. I find myself in these situations all the time. I really want to have someone to myself. Someone that I don't have to sneak behind peoples backs, lie or deceive. I want someone that is not attached or burned from a previous. Someone who is ready for me. Until I find that person, there is always this single life of mine. I sat on the balcony of my Brooklyn Heights building overlooking the lower Manhattan skyline in nothing but my plush white bathrobe that Darius bought me years ago as a housewarming present sipping on red wine from Portugal. I heard my iphone on the coffee table in my living vibrating next to my blackberry which I had been ignoring all day. I decided to get up and look at the phone. It was Robbie leaving me a voicemail on my iPhone. I was excited because Robbie though not my first experience was the first guy I fell in love with and the first guy to make me feel like I was everything. I just wish things between us were, well different.
I dialed Robbie back to find out what he was doing. I received a ring back at first of "Does He Do It" by Trey Songz. I heard the usual commotion that is normal with media, he sounded really busy. "Hey babe, whats good I'm really busy so I'm about to make this quick. Do you want to come over tonight. Just me and you and some TV, red wine?" I replied with a slight giggle "Since when did I become babe?", "You became babe when I realized I couldn't stop thinking about you so stop being a prude and get sexy butt over here to my place" he said with that Robbie boom of confidence. "Ok, Robbie what time?" I asked sighing "Be there by 9, I know you're favourite show comes on so I want to have you settled and comfortable, cool?" "Ok Robbie, I'll be there" "Good, see u tonight" and he hung up.
I was dressed pretty smart for a date that I was going on with someone so familiar. I had a nice dark blue denim pair of jeans, a button up v neck grey sweater and a checkered button down with a black blazer and black martini glass print Stubbs & Wooten loafers. I was looking really nerdy but I remember when Robbie and I dated years ago, he used to make fun of me for dressing like a preppy yuppie but he also liked it because I was so comfortable in myself.
I walked through the lobby and took the elevator to his floor again. I knocked on his door and he opened the door quickly "Come on in" he said. with two glasses in his hand. I noticed a there was a bottle of wine sitting on the coffee table and he had my favourite show Family Guy playing. "Wine and Family Guy huh" I said with a smile to my face that went ear from ear, I took my black blazer off and put it on an adjacent loveseat and sat on the couch in front of the TV. It was an all new episode so I was extremely attentive, Robbie sat next to me and pour a glass halfway of red wine for me and place it in my hand. "I like hearing you laugh" he said. I looked at him with a warm smile. He know hows to talk a decent talk but I already knew that's just how he does.
I fell asleep on the couch in his arms and was awaken by a wet kiss on my forehead. It kinda made me smile. "Get up" he whispered. "I'm tired, can I just lay here"? "Ok" he whispered back. I was suprised by Robbie behaving himself, as badly as I wanted to have sex with him again, I really wanted to see where his mind was. Did he want me to come over for sex or did he want me to come over because he likes having me around? I'm starting to believe maybe he does like my company.
The next morning around 9am, I hear keys jingling in the front door and I was extremely started because it was a sound that I am not used to hearing. I first see a pair of very slender legs and a pair of size 9 Christian Loubotins. In my disgust and dismay it is the one person that I had never expected to see in my life again. Robbie's ex-wife Lynette Michelle. If Angela Bassett could have a bitter younger sister from Waiting To Exhale era this would be her, 5'6 with jet black hair going down her back, dark skinned like a jungle baby, dark brown piercing eyes and always wore black and never let red lipstick go out of style. The sight of this woman always bothered me. I've never been the type of person to blame anybody for anything in my life but I blame her taking my man away from me, I blamed her for the reason Robbie and I stopped talking and her presence made me realize why I stopped associating with Robbie in the first place.
"Well" Lynette said with a sarcastic sighed suprised "I see some things just don't change, it appears I walk in on you again except this time you have clothing on"
She walked through the apartment almost sashaying and caresses the adjacent love couch. "Two wine glasses?"
"ROBERT!" I yelled
"Oh god" she paused "you sound like me when I'm mad at him, kinda like when I was married to him"
"That's right you were married to Robert, what happened to that?"
"You happened"
"I happened before you happened to come along"
"I have things that you don't have"
"I have things that he doesn't want from YOU!" I said holding back every bit of anger
Robert walked out his bedroom with just his plain white boxers on showcasing a sexy bare shaven body.
"Lynette, you don't live here anymore if you are going to come, you need to call"
"Change you locks, I came here to get the rest of my things" She coldly responded
"Then call, I'll gladly send them to you"
"I'm leaving" I said
"No let me drive you home"
"I'm good...I'm good, I can take a cab, clearly you two have things to discuss"
I looked around for my blazer and made sure my cell phones were in there and looked back at Lynette and Robert in pure disgust at what I was seeing and walked out. As I pressed the button for the elevator, I could hear Robert and Lynette arguing. I don't see what they are arguing for. There is no children involved, no alimony involved. Clearly, they had to have had something going on between the time they divorced and now to still be in contact with each other. The elevator arrives and I knew that I had a long trip back to my Brooklyn Heights apartment to sort out what I wanted to do.
I reached the bottom floor and I picked up my iPhone and looked for Darius' number. Knowing that he was still in practice, it went straight to voicemail. "Darius, this is Marlon bitch, lunch at 2 I need an ear"
I dialed Robbie back to find out what he was doing. I received a ring back at first of "Does He Do It" by Trey Songz. I heard the usual commotion that is normal with media, he sounded really busy. "Hey babe, whats good I'm really busy so I'm about to make this quick. Do you want to come over tonight. Just me and you and some TV, red wine?" I replied with a slight giggle "Since when did I become babe?", "You became babe when I realized I couldn't stop thinking about you so stop being a prude and get sexy butt over here to my place" he said with that Robbie boom of confidence. "Ok, Robbie what time?" I asked sighing "Be there by 9, I know you're favourite show comes on so I want to have you settled and comfortable, cool?" "Ok Robbie, I'll be there" "Good, see u tonight" and he hung up.
I was dressed pretty smart for a date that I was going on with someone so familiar. I had a nice dark blue denim pair of jeans, a button up v neck grey sweater and a checkered button down with a black blazer and black martini glass print Stubbs & Wooten loafers. I was looking really nerdy but I remember when Robbie and I dated years ago, he used to make fun of me for dressing like a preppy yuppie but he also liked it because I was so comfortable in myself.
I walked through the lobby and took the elevator to his floor again. I knocked on his door and he opened the door quickly "Come on in" he said. with two glasses in his hand. I noticed a there was a bottle of wine sitting on the coffee table and he had my favourite show Family Guy playing. "Wine and Family Guy huh" I said with a smile to my face that went ear from ear, I took my black blazer off and put it on an adjacent loveseat and sat on the couch in front of the TV. It was an all new episode so I was extremely attentive, Robbie sat next to me and pour a glass halfway of red wine for me and place it in my hand. "I like hearing you laugh" he said. I looked at him with a warm smile. He know hows to talk a decent talk but I already knew that's just how he does.
I fell asleep on the couch in his arms and was awaken by a wet kiss on my forehead. It kinda made me smile. "Get up" he whispered. "I'm tired, can I just lay here"? "Ok" he whispered back. I was suprised by Robbie behaving himself, as badly as I wanted to have sex with him again, I really wanted to see where his mind was. Did he want me to come over for sex or did he want me to come over because he likes having me around? I'm starting to believe maybe he does like my company.
The next morning around 9am, I hear keys jingling in the front door and I was extremely started because it was a sound that I am not used to hearing. I first see a pair of very slender legs and a pair of size 9 Christian Loubotins. In my disgust and dismay it is the one person that I had never expected to see in my life again. Robbie's ex-wife Lynette Michelle. If Angela Bassett could have a bitter younger sister from Waiting To Exhale era this would be her, 5'6 with jet black hair going down her back, dark skinned like a jungle baby, dark brown piercing eyes and always wore black and never let red lipstick go out of style. The sight of this woman always bothered me. I've never been the type of person to blame anybody for anything in my life but I blame her taking my man away from me, I blamed her for the reason Robbie and I stopped talking and her presence made me realize why I stopped associating with Robbie in the first place.
"Well" Lynette said with a sarcastic sighed suprised "I see some things just don't change, it appears I walk in on you again except this time you have clothing on"
She walked through the apartment almost sashaying and caresses the adjacent love couch. "Two wine glasses?"
"ROBERT!" I yelled
"Oh god" she paused "you sound like me when I'm mad at him, kinda like when I was married to him"
"That's right you were married to Robert, what happened to that?"
"You happened"
"I happened before you happened to come along"
"I have things that you don't have"
"I have things that he doesn't want from YOU!" I said holding back every bit of anger
Robert walked out his bedroom with just his plain white boxers on showcasing a sexy bare shaven body.
"Lynette, you don't live here anymore if you are going to come, you need to call"
"Change you locks, I came here to get the rest of my things" She coldly responded
"Then call, I'll gladly send them to you"
"I'm leaving" I said
"No let me drive you home"
"I'm good...I'm good, I can take a cab, clearly you two have things to discuss"
I looked around for my blazer and made sure my cell phones were in there and looked back at Lynette and Robert in pure disgust at what I was seeing and walked out. As I pressed the button for the elevator, I could hear Robert and Lynette arguing. I don't see what they are arguing for. There is no children involved, no alimony involved. Clearly, they had to have had something going on between the time they divorced and now to still be in contact with each other. The elevator arrives and I knew that I had a long trip back to my Brooklyn Heights apartment to sort out what I wanted to do.
I reached the bottom floor and I picked up my iPhone and looked for Darius' number. Knowing that he was still in practice, it went straight to voicemail. "Darius, this is Marlon bitch, lunch at 2 I need an ear"
Monday, October 5, 2009
The Bed I Made...(Part I of III):
My name is Marlon Fisher and this is my story. I'm 27 from Miami, FL but now live in the Brooklyn Heights section of Brooklyn, NY. I live in a very clean, Cosby Show type setting. I like my neighborhood and I better for the amount of rent that I pay. I work really hard at what I do and maybe you've seen me on TV. That's right CNN, I'm that guy that you think he is but not quite sure. I will never tell and Marlon is not my name. My friends call me "Fish" not because I'm the gayest but because I can drink any man into the ground no questions asked. As long as my work gets done right? My best friend is Darius Caprice a very 5'10 beautiful full lips, lashes like a giraffe, eyes like a baby doll, very lean and very glossy dancer here in New York who loves a good time and a lot of trouble. I'm not going to count the many times I've had to bail his ass out. We are both lightning rods of fun with a high amount of voltage.
(4AM outside of Langstons in Brooklyn, NY)
Langstons is a hole in the wall yet somewhat spacious reggae club that Maurice likes to drag Darius and I to every Saturday, I had a good time and drinks are actually pretty reasonable. "Bkken" is really making a killing on the gays in this city. I'm waiting outside of the club to my left was Darius talking to some of his kiki girlfriends and all I can hear coming from inside Langstons is a popular reggae song "Bend Ova, Bend Ova" and then I hear "Aye Brown Skin you been avoiding me..." I thought to myself dammit Robert Stinger is the only person that calls me freakin Brown Skin. Robert is your class A successful balla, him and I know each other because he works in media as well. You may know him too, you've seen him on TV as a sports announcer for ESPN. I won't go into how we know each other but anything that involves him is good trouble and bad trouble. His 6'3 light skin gorgeous brown eyes with just neatly curly yet soft hair, a wide teeth smile and plainly muscular build makes him and ideal fuckbuddy of sorts, I should know I had it and it was good. It...was good.
"What do you want Robert?" I pierced over at him giving me the what I do face. Nice try Robert. "A brotha can't say hello without being up to something?" he gestured the you're breaking my heart motions. "When your name is Robert from Atlanta by way of Jamaica that mean you're always up to something". Darius came over and rushed into Roberts arms and started molesting his back with his hands. My worst nightmare came true. Robert was going to fuck one of my best friends and I can look like the cock-blocking friend or I can let them have their fun. I guess it wouldn't be too bad if I joined them, maybe they won't do anything. I am holding out that small bit of hope that Darius will be too drunk to do anything with Robbie. "So what you doing after this?" Robert asked with you wanna party with us look in his face when he always want to have a good time. "Nothing and Everything" I said. "So what you mean by this that, Marlon come on, it's me" "Nothing alone and everything that I am" I said with that you will not out-do me look. "Whats your plans Robbie" "Well I was thinking I can take you and baby boy right here back to my place for drinks" "Uh huh" I looked at Darius and he was clearly inebriated he didn't know what was going on except he knew he was horny and ready to go. "Well Robbie, wheres your car because this party isn't open all night" Luckily his car was parked right in front of the club. Darius and I sat in the backseat of his black tinted windows SUV and Darius in good ole Darius fashion laid on my lap. There was a passenger in the front seat rolling a blunt with dark shades on, neatly twisted locs that he looked like he had been growing for about a few years, beautiful brown skin and the sexiest lips I have ever gotten to seen that looks like he can suck a quarter out of a parking meter now imagine what he can do to a freshly puckered pink hole. Am I giving too much. I'm just getting started. I found my treat for the evening, FUCK Robert.
Robert jumped in the car, put the keys in and we were rolling. We drove up Atlantic Avenue which has to be one of the most depressing large streets in all of Brooklyn. We swiftly approached the White Castle in Clinton Hill as Robert asked did anybody want anything and with the most serious of answers that can ever come out of both Darius and myself "NO!" Gays, you know what White Castle does and if you're trying to have a good time, White Castle won't help you get there. I'm just saying. The tall drink of water in the passenger seat still hadn't said anything so I gave Robbie the look that said 'Is he gonna speak?' through his mirror. "Yo Maurice that's my boy Marlon and laying on his lap is Darius" "What up" Maurice had a very distinct West Indian accent and I looked on his left wrist and he had a Bahamian chain on it. "Sup" I said "Hey" in Darius half wasted slur said.
We made the right turn on Flatbush Avenue extension to head towards the Manhattan Bridge and Darius decided to get the party started early. He unzips my zipper with his teeth and inhaled my half erect chocolate rod in his mouth and began to hoover dam it. I was shocked because it happened in a nanosecond, this caused a slight swirve of the SUV and an immediate "Yo...son" response from Maurice. "Keep your eyes on the road Robbie, I'm not gonna die with my dick in his throat" "Well dont start the party with me" Maurice said looking back "Don't worry boo, I got you" I said looking dead at his dark shades in my best game face "Is that right?" he said with his game face on "I don't like to be challenged, I hope you know that" "And why is that" "Because I'd hate to make such a nice looking man like you cry" I said with a devious smirk. "Ohhhhhh" Maurice and Robert said laughing "Oh you talk alot of shit playa" Maurice said. "Save some for the host of this party" I said to Darius. I will say his head game is always on point alive or half dead. He only did that to show out because he was too drunk to he his normal perky self so doing what he knows how to do best he put on a show. I took my finger out from the sweaty back of Darius fitted jeans to readjust myself when Robbie reached back, grabbed my hand and licked the finger that was kindly molesting Darius sweaty crack right. "Damn" Robbie softly "mmm mmm mmm" "Like that homie?" Maurice looked over to Robbie and said. Robbie replied "Like that" with a nod
Robbie had just bought a new place in Jersey City in the newly rejuvenated Grove Street section. It took us quite a while to get over there by car but it was worth it. The area has definetely been on the come up and is absolutely beautiful to see at that time of night. His condo was like something you see in MTV Cribs. I've worked really hard to get to where I'm at but to give Robert credit he's worked longer, harder and stronger to get to where he's at and to think, I passed all of this up. The minute we get into this million wet dream of real estate, the party got started. Maurice got behind and started kissing me neck and Darius hopped into Roberts arms, with his legs tightly wrapped around his waist. Anyone who knows Darius' thighs and anything in between, knows that he can balance himself with no hands. It took no more than one minute before all four of us were naked. Robbie quickly carried Darius into the bedroom and began attacking that ass. I got to the foot of Robbie's King sized bed and Maurice threw me down face and began to eat me like there was birthday cake back there. I wish I could Darius was putting on a show but I've had a piece of Robbie Stinger and he does feel good from head to balls and from head to toe. This Maurice person however was getting it in back there, what the hell is he trying to do create a splash waterfalls back there? Maurice finally got up to get a his condoms out his back pocket, I went to my jacket to get my red Kodak digital camera. Shawty get it in, Daddy goes hard and I want Daddy to put on a show for shawty.
I come back to the room and Darius and now on his back with his legs to the ceilings and his toes in good ole fashion curl mode and Robbie giving a long stroke. I wasn't looking to record them though it was tempting. I got on my back and show Maurice how easy this was going to be and flexible I can get. I was so wet from getting my booty ate by this Bahamian dread I didn't know what to do except take it like the freak that I am. I hit the record button to film Maurice and I get it in, I have to say this was no easy task. He was easily packing a 9 thick, cut and heavy. This was a challenge I could've passed on but in it to win it. Maurice took my camera so I can lay back and relax and filmed from his angle and the shockwaves through my body began to grab for the first thing I can find. Sheets, lamp cords, pillows, the headboard anything that I can grab to distract me from the amount and force he was hitting me with. I knew what I was getting myself into and this serves me right it's been a long time since I last took dick and the last person to do me was in fact Robbie. I needed to be this to be over and over quick because though Maurice was good and the dick was decent. I really wanted him to get his nutt already, my mind was still on Robbie. Shit, I still want Robbie and he is fucking my best friend only inches away from me. I had my bright idea moment, I don't normally do this for jump offs but I was going to go for it. I stopped Maurice to change positions, this time have laying flat on his back and have me ride him backwards. Sometimes when you get bored you gotta get creative and this change of position made me the dick fun. He was trying to give me a run for my money by trying to fuck me harder but little did he know all he was doing was making it wetter. Now this is a party! I couldn't care less what Robbie and Darius were doing or how Maurice and I looked on camera but I know one thing Maurice found that special spot that every gay man knows and love and he fucks around and I catch this nutt it's a wrap and dammit wouldn't you know he got struck jackpot and I couldn't hide it. Ripple affects went through my body and I began to lose control of my own motions at this point my body was doing whatever it needed to do to release. Maurice got up and embraced me and started biting me on my neck. I think he got his too but did I care? Not really. Good stroke game though. I gently rose up off Maurice and walked to Robbie's private bathroom to go clean up, I can hear Darius and Robbie beginning to slow down which makes me believe that they finished too. There was not a dry spot on my body and I was in a desperate need of a shower. The minute the water rolled down my back, I started feeling sharp stinging pains down my ass I knew this was going to be a long couple of days of recovery but shit I needed this, every man has needs, I got mine, he got his we're both single, we're all single. I dried off using one of Robbie's clean towels in a closet in the bathroom, everything was so nicely color coordinated and neatly folded. I left the bathroom in all my nakedness to find Darius giving Maurice and Robbie head on the bed. All I can think was either Darius booty game was weak or Robbie isn't the strapping young man that I thought he was. I decided I had enough of the part and decided to get my clothing from the living room and at least put on my tee shirt and fresh white Banana Republic boxers and fix myself a drink. Robbie surely wouldn't mind and after all that I was thirsty as hell. I laid down on his plush sofa and I couldn't remember anything after that.
10am came and I was up bright as a light the sun beaming over Jersey City and Manhattan pierced though Robbie's apartment forcing me up followed by the obvious sounds of a shower. I dragged myself off of the sofa and heard my phone beeping which mean I either missed a call or have a text message, I checked and it was a text message from Robbie saying "your boy can take some dick but don't do it like you". I stumbled over to the bedroom and saw Maurice spooned up behind Darius. I went to the massive windows in Robbie's apartment and welcome the view of the early Sunday morning city. The shower finally stopped and Robbie comes out the bathroom and out the bedroom naked and still a little damp from his shower and walks over to me and stands directly behind me with this dick pressed firmly against my butt. I leaned back and whisper in his ear "Been There Done That". He kindly laughed and kissed me on my neck and he whispered in my ear "We got unfinished business shawty". I like a challenge and I will not be outdone. "So what you wanna do?" He crouched down in a squat position, spread my cheeks and began to caress my already tender hole. This sensitivity made me slightly crazy but I tried to keep it on the low but Robbie knows my body like I know his and he knew I wasn't up for another round after last night with Maurice. "Next time it's just you and me"
Later that morning, Darius and Maurice showered together and got dressed. I fell asleep on the couch again with my iphone in my hand in normal fashion and woke up to nudging from Darius. I took it was finally ready to go. Maurice was still looking half sleep and Robbie was moving with more pep in his step that usual. He opened the door for all three of us and locked the door. We took the elevator down from his 23rd floor apartment down to the garage to get back in the SUV. I wasn't sure how this was going to go was Robbie going to take us to the PATH trains and tell us to foot it from there or was he going to drive us into the city. I began to roll through emails and text messages and I got another one from Robbie saying "We got unfinished business...come through Wednesday". I replied "ok". Hey, I'm not a slut. I just like getting it in where I can get it when I can get it if I can fit it.
(4AM outside of Langstons in Brooklyn, NY)
Langstons is a hole in the wall yet somewhat spacious reggae club that Maurice likes to drag Darius and I to every Saturday, I had a good time and drinks are actually pretty reasonable. "Bkken" is really making a killing on the gays in this city. I'm waiting outside of the club to my left was Darius talking to some of his kiki girlfriends and all I can hear coming from inside Langstons is a popular reggae song "Bend Ova, Bend Ova" and then I hear "Aye Brown Skin you been avoiding me..." I thought to myself dammit Robert Stinger is the only person that calls me freakin Brown Skin. Robert is your class A successful balla, him and I know each other because he works in media as well. You may know him too, you've seen him on TV as a sports announcer for ESPN. I won't go into how we know each other but anything that involves him is good trouble and bad trouble. His 6'3 light skin gorgeous brown eyes with just neatly curly yet soft hair, a wide teeth smile and plainly muscular build makes him and ideal fuckbuddy of sorts, I should know I had it and it was good. It...was good.
"What do you want Robert?" I pierced over at him giving me the what I do face. Nice try Robert. "A brotha can't say hello without being up to something?" he gestured the you're breaking my heart motions. "When your name is Robert from Atlanta by way of Jamaica that mean you're always up to something". Darius came over and rushed into Roberts arms and started molesting his back with his hands. My worst nightmare came true. Robert was going to fuck one of my best friends and I can look like the cock-blocking friend or I can let them have their fun. I guess it wouldn't be too bad if I joined them, maybe they won't do anything. I am holding out that small bit of hope that Darius will be too drunk to do anything with Robbie. "So what you doing after this?" Robert asked with you wanna party with us look in his face when he always want to have a good time. "Nothing and Everything" I said. "So what you mean by this that, Marlon come on, it's me" "Nothing alone and everything that I am" I said with that you will not out-do me look. "Whats your plans Robbie" "Well I was thinking I can take you and baby boy right here back to my place for drinks" "Uh huh" I looked at Darius and he was clearly inebriated he didn't know what was going on except he knew he was horny and ready to go. "Well Robbie, wheres your car because this party isn't open all night" Luckily his car was parked right in front of the club. Darius and I sat in the backseat of his black tinted windows SUV and Darius in good ole Darius fashion laid on my lap. There was a passenger in the front seat rolling a blunt with dark shades on, neatly twisted locs that he looked like he had been growing for about a few years, beautiful brown skin and the sexiest lips I have ever gotten to seen that looks like he can suck a quarter out of a parking meter now imagine what he can do to a freshly puckered pink hole. Am I giving too much. I'm just getting started. I found my treat for the evening, FUCK Robert.
Robert jumped in the car, put the keys in and we were rolling. We drove up Atlantic Avenue which has to be one of the most depressing large streets in all of Brooklyn. We swiftly approached the White Castle in Clinton Hill as Robert asked did anybody want anything and with the most serious of answers that can ever come out of both Darius and myself "NO!" Gays, you know what White Castle does and if you're trying to have a good time, White Castle won't help you get there. I'm just saying. The tall drink of water in the passenger seat still hadn't said anything so I gave Robbie the look that said 'Is he gonna speak?' through his mirror. "Yo Maurice that's my boy Marlon and laying on his lap is Darius" "What up" Maurice had a very distinct West Indian accent and I looked on his left wrist and he had a Bahamian chain on it. "Sup" I said "Hey" in Darius half wasted slur said.
We made the right turn on Flatbush Avenue extension to head towards the Manhattan Bridge and Darius decided to get the party started early. He unzips my zipper with his teeth and inhaled my half erect chocolate rod in his mouth and began to hoover dam it. I was shocked because it happened in a nanosecond, this caused a slight swirve of the SUV and an immediate "Yo...son" response from Maurice. "Keep your eyes on the road Robbie, I'm not gonna die with my dick in his throat" "Well dont start the party with me" Maurice said looking back "Don't worry boo, I got you" I said looking dead at his dark shades in my best game face "Is that right?" he said with his game face on "I don't like to be challenged, I hope you know that" "And why is that" "Because I'd hate to make such a nice looking man like you cry" I said with a devious smirk. "Ohhhhhh" Maurice and Robert said laughing "Oh you talk alot of shit playa" Maurice said. "Save some for the host of this party" I said to Darius. I will say his head game is always on point alive or half dead. He only did that to show out because he was too drunk to he his normal perky self so doing what he knows how to do best he put on a show. I took my finger out from the sweaty back of Darius fitted jeans to readjust myself when Robbie reached back, grabbed my hand and licked the finger that was kindly molesting Darius sweaty crack right. "Damn" Robbie softly "mmm mmm mmm" "Like that homie?" Maurice looked over to Robbie and said. Robbie replied "Like that" with a nod
Robbie had just bought a new place in Jersey City in the newly rejuvenated Grove Street section. It took us quite a while to get over there by car but it was worth it. The area has definetely been on the come up and is absolutely beautiful to see at that time of night. His condo was like something you see in MTV Cribs. I've worked really hard to get to where I'm at but to give Robert credit he's worked longer, harder and stronger to get to where he's at and to think, I passed all of this up. The minute we get into this million wet dream of real estate, the party got started. Maurice got behind and started kissing me neck and Darius hopped into Roberts arms, with his legs tightly wrapped around his waist. Anyone who knows Darius' thighs and anything in between, knows that he can balance himself with no hands. It took no more than one minute before all four of us were naked. Robbie quickly carried Darius into the bedroom and began attacking that ass. I got to the foot of Robbie's King sized bed and Maurice threw me down face and began to eat me like there was birthday cake back there. I wish I could Darius was putting on a show but I've had a piece of Robbie Stinger and he does feel good from head to balls and from head to toe. This Maurice person however was getting it in back there, what the hell is he trying to do create a splash waterfalls back there? Maurice finally got up to get a his condoms out his back pocket, I went to my jacket to get my red Kodak digital camera. Shawty get it in, Daddy goes hard and I want Daddy to put on a show for shawty.
I come back to the room and Darius and now on his back with his legs to the ceilings and his toes in good ole fashion curl mode and Robbie giving a long stroke. I wasn't looking to record them though it was tempting. I got on my back and show Maurice how easy this was going to be and flexible I can get. I was so wet from getting my booty ate by this Bahamian dread I didn't know what to do except take it like the freak that I am. I hit the record button to film Maurice and I get it in, I have to say this was no easy task. He was easily packing a 9 thick, cut and heavy. This was a challenge I could've passed on but in it to win it. Maurice took my camera so I can lay back and relax and filmed from his angle and the shockwaves through my body began to grab for the first thing I can find. Sheets, lamp cords, pillows, the headboard anything that I can grab to distract me from the amount and force he was hitting me with. I knew what I was getting myself into and this serves me right it's been a long time since I last took dick and the last person to do me was in fact Robbie. I needed to be this to be over and over quick because though Maurice was good and the dick was decent. I really wanted him to get his nutt already, my mind was still on Robbie. Shit, I still want Robbie and he is fucking my best friend only inches away from me. I had my bright idea moment, I don't normally do this for jump offs but I was going to go for it. I stopped Maurice to change positions, this time have laying flat on his back and have me ride him backwards. Sometimes when you get bored you gotta get creative and this change of position made me the dick fun. He was trying to give me a run for my money by trying to fuck me harder but little did he know all he was doing was making it wetter. Now this is a party! I couldn't care less what Robbie and Darius were doing or how Maurice and I looked on camera but I know one thing Maurice found that special spot that every gay man knows and love and he fucks around and I catch this nutt it's a wrap and dammit wouldn't you know he got struck jackpot and I couldn't hide it. Ripple affects went through my body and I began to lose control of my own motions at this point my body was doing whatever it needed to do to release. Maurice got up and embraced me and started biting me on my neck. I think he got his too but did I care? Not really. Good stroke game though. I gently rose up off Maurice and walked to Robbie's private bathroom to go clean up, I can hear Darius and Robbie beginning to slow down which makes me believe that they finished too. There was not a dry spot on my body and I was in a desperate need of a shower. The minute the water rolled down my back, I started feeling sharp stinging pains down my ass I knew this was going to be a long couple of days of recovery but shit I needed this, every man has needs, I got mine, he got his we're both single, we're all single. I dried off using one of Robbie's clean towels in a closet in the bathroom, everything was so nicely color coordinated and neatly folded. I left the bathroom in all my nakedness to find Darius giving Maurice and Robbie head on the bed. All I can think was either Darius booty game was weak or Robbie isn't the strapping young man that I thought he was. I decided I had enough of the part and decided to get my clothing from the living room and at least put on my tee shirt and fresh white Banana Republic boxers and fix myself a drink. Robbie surely wouldn't mind and after all that I was thirsty as hell. I laid down on his plush sofa and I couldn't remember anything after that.
10am came and I was up bright as a light the sun beaming over Jersey City and Manhattan pierced though Robbie's apartment forcing me up followed by the obvious sounds of a shower. I dragged myself off of the sofa and heard my phone beeping which mean I either missed a call or have a text message, I checked and it was a text message from Robbie saying "your boy can take some dick but don't do it like you". I stumbled over to the bedroom and saw Maurice spooned up behind Darius. I went to the massive windows in Robbie's apartment and welcome the view of the early Sunday morning city. The shower finally stopped and Robbie comes out the bathroom and out the bedroom naked and still a little damp from his shower and walks over to me and stands directly behind me with this dick pressed firmly against my butt. I leaned back and whisper in his ear "Been There Done That". He kindly laughed and kissed me on my neck and he whispered in my ear "We got unfinished business shawty". I like a challenge and I will not be outdone. "So what you wanna do?" He crouched down in a squat position, spread my cheeks and began to caress my already tender hole. This sensitivity made me slightly crazy but I tried to keep it on the low but Robbie knows my body like I know his and he knew I wasn't up for another round after last night with Maurice. "Next time it's just you and me"
Later that morning, Darius and Maurice showered together and got dressed. I fell asleep on the couch again with my iphone in my hand in normal fashion and woke up to nudging from Darius. I took it was finally ready to go. Maurice was still looking half sleep and Robbie was moving with more pep in his step that usual. He opened the door for all three of us and locked the door. We took the elevator down from his 23rd floor apartment down to the garage to get back in the SUV. I wasn't sure how this was going to go was Robbie going to take us to the PATH trains and tell us to foot it from there or was he going to drive us into the city. I began to roll through emails and text messages and I got another one from Robbie saying "We got unfinished business...come through Wednesday". I replied "ok". Hey, I'm not a slut. I just like getting it in where I can get it when I can get it if I can fit it.
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