by M. T. Pope
“What’s that for?” he asked.
“It’s for helping me with my bags.”
“Nah, shorty,” he said, waving his hand. I noticed his pants hung off his butt a little. That turned me on, too. “I’m not a panhandler.”
I laughed. He sure could’ve fooled me, because he was sure trying to handle me.
“You know what I want,” he said as he moved in closer. My door to my car was open. I backed up and I put my hand up to signal him to stop. He proceeded anyway. I was now touching his chest—a firm, well-built chest. My stomach rumbled and I shifted my eyes away from his. I was uncomfortable and horny. Things were about to get ugly.
“I’m going to need you to back up off of me,” I said with little force. He did as instructed.
“What’s wrong?” he said with a smile. “You’re not feeling me?”
Feeling you, touching you, groping you, slobbing you down. That’s not all I want to do to you.
“Look . . .” I paused, looking around again. “You are good-looking and all, but how did you know I wasn’t straight?” He laughed. I didn’t.
“Look, baby boy. I scoped you out when you first went into the market. I knew without a doubt that you were about that life.”
“Umhmm,” I said as I now leaned back on my car and I put my hands in my pockets. “So you’re psychic, too?”
“Nah, shorty, but I knew.” He looked me up and down and then he pulled up his pants a little.
“How?” I posed the question. I couldn’t wait for his answer.
“Because of the way you walk.” He was smiling hard now. “You’re not a sissy; you carry yours like a man should. Not like you on a runway and shit.”
“Oh, really,” I said, trying not to blush. He had me. “What if my walked fooled you?”
“Nah, man, my dick never lies to me.” He grabbed his crotch.
I laughed. He just smiled. I took a quick glance at his bulge. It was adequate from what I could tell. My mind was like, Damnnnnnnnnnn! But I held it together, trying not to let on to being into him. I was easy by nature—something that I hated about myself.
“Is this how you always pick guys up?”
“Usually, I don’t. They usually come to me. But you, you had me going the moment I laid eyes on you.”
This guy looked like trouble. His lines were weak. I’d heard them before. So why was I falling for it?
“You really are sure of yourself,” I said and then smiled.
“This ain’t no game, shorty. I gets mine.”
“Can you lay off the ‘shorty’ talk?” I said with attitude. I really wasn’t an around-the-way type of guy. I wasn’t better than, just not ’round- the-way.
“You’re feisty, too. I can work with that,” he said, rubbing his hands together.
“Work with what?”
“You!” he said boldly. “You look like the next chapter in the book of my life.”
“Well, let’s skip to the end of the chapter because I have to go home.”
He laughed, showing his pearly whites again. My knees got weak and I knew I had to make a run for it. I turned to get in my car.
“So it’s like that?” he said. “You’re just going to pass up a good thing like me and walk away? I think you will regret not taking this chance with me.”
I chuckled at that one. “I think I’m going to have to go ahead and take that chance,” I said as I closed the door to my car and then stuck my head out of the window. “Got to go.”
“Damn, you straight cold,” he said with a smile.
“Yep, so put on a coat because I’m out.”
Just as I started the car, this fool jumps in front of my car. Then he started yelling like a maniac.
“Baby, don’t leave me,” he yelled. “I love you, baby! Just . . . don’t . . . leave me!” He banged on the hood of my car. “Please, baby, pleaseeeee!”
I was mortified. People started looking and staring. I couldn’t believe that dude was acting like this only a couple minutes after meeting me. I switched my car into drive, intending to scare him into going about his business. It didn’t happen. This fool decided to jump on my car hood. I was done. I stopped, turned my car off, and then signaled him to go to the passenger door. I didn’t like being embarrassed, ever. He jumped off the car, straightened his clothes, and walked around the car. He opened the door and hoped in. He buckled up and then looked at me.
“We’re going to your place right?” Ronald said as his smiling face gleamed at me. I just shook my head and pulled off toward my house.
I should have known then he was going to be a pain in my ass.
I was brought back to the present by Ronald kissing me on the lips.
“What do you want?” I asked tired, pissed, and leaning up against my front doorpost. And his juicy lips just made me even more pissed that he was such a loser. I was mad at me for accepting it, too.
“Kardell, baby, you know what I want,” he said, pushing past me and making his way into my house.
“No, tell me,” I said, closing the door, trailing behind him like it was his house and not mine. His confidence was ridiculous and hypnotizing. And his muscular shoulders reminded me of his strength in bed. He also had an ass to die for. All of these things were my weakness.
“I missed you, babe.” He was now in my kitchen and in my refrigerator, pulling out something to eat. He had nerve.
“I guess two weeks will do that to you,” I said sarcastically as I sat down at my kitchen table and watched him.
“Baby, you know I was out taking care of business.”
He was jobless. It was the only kind I attracted. Funny, I say. So what he was doing for the two weeks that he was gone, I didn’t know. In the four weeks that I had known him, I found out he was jobless and he lived with a relative. He had no kids, no girl on the side, and no diseases. Why is he still here? I asked myself. Four words: I must be desperate.
I sat at my kitchen table and watched Ronald fix breakfast for one: himself. He looked like Chef G. Garvin when he moved around the kitchen. I shook my head at all the wasted talent and sexiness. Why did I allow this behavior? I must have been crazy. Certifiably so.
He was excellent in bed and that was his only plus. Everything else he took: my money, my time, and now my patience. He finished his food, threw the plate in the dishwasher, and headed toward my bathroom. I stayed at the table, contemplating dating women. They had to be easier.
I heard the shower running, so I made my way toward my bedroom. There was a trail of clothes up the stairs and down the hallway that led to the bathroom. Like a neat freak, I picked them up and threw them in my hamper.
After about fifteen minutes, he sauntered out of the bathroom in the nude. I was lying in the bed, watching television, trying hard to ignore him. But I couldn’t help it. I watched him go toward my linen closet and grab a towel. He toweled himself off, threw the towel in the corner, and climbed into bed with me. Okay, I know what you are saying. This Negro had balls. Well, yes, he did and big ones, literally, and that was why I put up with him. I pretended to be engrossed in a television show, fighting hard to not give in to his banging body, which was now pressed up against mine. He smelled good, too. I loved a clean-smelling man. It woke up every part of me that should have stayed asleep.
He started with my ear. Small circles with his tongue at first until my entire ear made its way into his mouth. His dick was pressed up against the back of my thigh and I felt it throbbing. Then it started. My dick began to rise. I was a goner; he took his hand and turned my body toward his. He kissed me softly, and then he pulled me in tightly. Fighting was futile and I knew it. His hands massaged my back and moved down to my butt. He squeezed hard and long. I was at his mercy. My legs had a mind of their own as I wrapped myself around him. He rolled over on his back and I straddled him. I reached over, fumbled through the nightstand, and pulled out a condom. He quickly eased the condom on and I eased down on his dick like a hot knife cutting through butter. He was well end
owed and each time we had sex I had to get used to his size all over again. It was that good pain, too. I started slow, up and down.
“Mmmmmmmmm,” he moaned. “This is what I was looking forward to all day.” he slapped my butt and palmed it like a basketball. That sent me into overdrive and before I knew it I was rodeo riding and holding on for dear life. Buck ’em. Ride ’em. After about twenty minutes he came and I pulled off and lay next to him, sweaty and drained.
After a couple of minutes, I heard my house phone ringing. I rolled over, picked it up, and answered.
“Hello,” I answered, annoyed that whoever it was calling was ruining my sexual high.
“Is Ronald home?” I heard a man’s voice.
“Is Ronald home?” I wondered the same thing out loud. “Who is this?” I said with an attitude. Ronald followed up behind me with the same question.
“Who is that?”
“Tell him it’s Tony,” the stranger said as if Ronald was paying bills here.
“Tony?” I repeated, confused. “You have the wrong number,” I spoke before I knew it.
“Hold up, baby.” Ronald reached around me and grabbed the phone from out of my hand, just before I could hang it up. “This is an important call.”
He got up out of the bed, stark-naked, dick swinging, and walked into the other room like I was not even there.
He was back in the room within two minutes.
“Who said you could give out my number?” I asked angrily.
“Babe, Tony is an associate of mine. He called to tell me about a job he was trying to hook me up with.”
“Why couldn’t he call your cell phone?” I said, getting under the covers and rolling over.
“It’s off,” he mumbled.
“I thought you paid that with the one hundred dollars you borrowed two weeks ago,” I said matter-of-factly.
“I had to pay my aunt rent money I owed her.”
“Yeah, okay.” He must have thought I was a dummy. He doesn’t know he just got cut off financially. I was not an ATM. I could tell now that he was on his way out of my life. I don’t get it. These guys don’t have anything. They’re not willing to work. And they thought paying back owed money by fucking me good was breaking even. Hell naw! I wasn’t a call girl and I wasn’t going to be treated like one.
“Baby, you mad at me?” Ronald said as he snuggled up against me, trying to smooth me over with sex. It wasn’t working. I swear, Negros must be learning this shit in a secret club or something. Because every one of these bastards I have dated thinks that their dick is good enough to give me amnesia. This was the last one. But what I was going to do was get me one good fuck in before I kicked his ass to the curb.
“Nah, baby,” I said, pushing my ass toward his dick, giving him a hint. “I’m not mad at all.”
That night was the last night I saw Ronald. I told him to keep the money he owed me and the dick I had ridden in on.
Chapter 2
Lewis
Knock Knock
I woke up feeling around in my bed with my hands like a fat man trying to find his dick. My eyes were still trying to focus in the darkness of my room. There was a small bit of light that was coming through the curtains I had in my window. I was expecting someone to be in my bed with me. At least there was someone there last night. I had spent another night with a strange guy who I thought was “the one.” Again. Don’t worry, we practiced safe sex and all of that. I was a latex ho for sure. His ass must have slipped out the door when I rolled over last night. I guess he wasn’t the cuddling type. He busted and broke out like a bad rash. But it was all good. I knew he was coming. You know . . . the one.
“Shit, I’m going to be late for work.” I jumped up out of the bed and briskly walked down the short hall to my bathroom. It was almost seven o’clock and I had to be in the office at eight. “I’m so dead.”
I took my job seriously and my boss did too. He was such an uptight, by-the-rules boss. He was gay and he acted like he didn’t get the memo. He didn’t have to be me and my fabulous self, but damn get the dildo out of your butt and live. I never said that to him, thank God, even though it almost slipped a couple of times. I didn’t hate him. I just thought that he should loosen up a little.
I walked into work and breathed a sigh of relief because I narrowly made it to work on time. I looked at Janice as I walked by and smiled. She smiled back. Before I got to my cubicle, I peeked back at her to see if she was writing down anything. She was so by-the-book as well. She said she minds her business, but I don’t trust her as far as I can throw her. I wasn’t good at any sport, so throwing her would be a feat. I laughed to myself and kept it moving toward my desk.
As soon as I sat down I got a text on my phone: Can I come over tonight?
Who is this? I texted back.
Damn, how many people you doing? . . . lol
I still had no clue as to who I was talking to. My nose was wrinkled up in disgust and wonder.
Apparently, you weren’t good because your number is not registered in my phone. Chew on that! Limp Biscuit! I was now smiling from ear to ear. That will teach whoever his ass is to text me with some foolishness. No text followed after that one.
I threw my phone in my top drawer of my desk and logged on to my computer. I had work to do.
My boss was unusually late coming in. I heard him greet Janice and a few others as he made his way in.
I peeked out of my cubicle briefly to see a slight smirk on his face. He was so uptight most of the time I didn’t know if he was upset or his normal self. I just ignored him for the day and went on about my job tasks.
I loved my job and my life and, with the exception of no love life, I was a happy guy. I was raised in a two-parent home in Philadelphia along with one older brother and one older sister. Yes, I was the baby of the family and I loved it. I got everything I wanted or even asked for as a child; my parents conceived me ten years after my brother and sister, who were a year apart in birth. They were practically out of the house when I was in my teen years. I came out of the closet at about fifteen years old and both my parents took it well, although they were a little hesitant in the beginning. I migrated to Maryland when I decided to go to school out of state. I decided to get my schooling done at University of Maryland Eastern Shore. Being away from home was so liberating and scary at the same time. I had flare and an opulent taste that many weren’t ready for. Don’t get it twisted, I wasn’t a complete fem queen or anything, but I dressed in any color I felt like and I wore whatever I put on well. I was on every committee they had when it came to design and fashion, hence my major in design technology. Colors were my best friend and I worked UMES overtime when I attended the school. That’s what I did here at the advertising agency. I worked my magic with design and I was getting paid well to do it. I lived here on my own and I was happy. Again, with the exception of my love life.
My workday went by pretty smoothly and I exited the building promptly at 5:00 P.M. I had my shades on and my haircut was edged up to the T. I hopped into my little Honda Civic and pressed on my way. And, yes, I said Honda Civic. I was fabulous in everything, even my car, but I was not going to let a car drain my pockets. My clothes had to be top notch at all times and “fresh” cost money.
I pulled up to my house in the Avalon, a gated housing community, and exited my car, but before I could walk toward my door an Asian-looking woman popped out of a car that was parked right behind me, blocking me in.
She was yelling at me in her language, which I assumed was Chinese or something. She was one of them Rice-A-Roni, no-chairs-at-the-table-having bitches. She had a deranged look on her face. I eased my hand in my pocket for the Mace that was on my keychain.
“What? Who are you?” I said as I consciously backed up onto the cemented sidewalk. She kept on rambling in her language.
“Lady, what are you talking about? English . . . speak English.” I looked around, hoping no one was lurking or looking. It was a quiet community and I liked
it that way.
“You fuck husband?” she asked, but already knew the answer. She was going to have to prove it or get the hell out of my face.
“Who is your husband?” She looked like no man would go near her with a ten-foot dick but I didn’t say that. She looked like she wanted a fight. I was a lover and a fighter, meaning I loved a good fight, verbally and physically, as a teenager. I had grown out of that at my age, but she looked like she wanted me to dip back into my past and have me pull out a good ol’ ass whipping for her ass.
“You know husband , because he not come home. I watch he come out you house. Us live across from you home. How could you ruin happy home?”
“Miss, he said you all were sister and brother.” I’d seen them before in the exercise room and they showed no type of affection toward each other. I just took him for his word that they were brother and sister. He was a very attractive Asian man and I couldn’t see him with her so I believed him when he said that they were brother and sister. I guessed this was entirely my fault for not investigating and only going by what it looked like. He was in a hurry to get down with it, too, which should have been my first clue. He was also too familiar with my asshole. He knew how to tease it and then please it. No hesitation. A newbie would have fumbled around a little but he didn’t. He went straight for it the first time we fucked.
His ass wasn’t lacking in the dick department, either. That little dick Asian myth must have skipped him. He banged it out for a good hour. He loved me long time. I snickered out loud at my last thought.
“You think me laugh?” She lunged toward me and the pepper spray materialized out of my pocket and right in front of her face. She froze instantly.
“Make my day, bitch, and your ass will be scrambling on the ground and crawling around like Ray Charles reincarnated trying to find the ass you didn’t have to begin with.” She backed up as I knew she would. “Confront your husband. He lied. Plus, I can’t turn off all of this goodness. Shit, but I can take you in my house and make you over so he can give you what he gave me last night.”