by Styles, T.
Minutes later, Dayshawn and James also excused themselves to another small bedroom within the basement, leaving Wayne and Michael alone.
Michael was a cute teenager with hazel eyes and light brown skin. Wayne had been looking at him allnight and hoped he was for him. He liked that he seemed shy and quiet like himself.
“You live around here?” Michael asked.
“Yeah. Up the street.”
“Oh…me too.”
Michael mindlessly changed channels on the television and it was obvious that he was trying to find something to keep him busy.
“So…you like boys or something?” Michael asked.
“No! Do you?!” Wayne asked defensively.
“No…I mean…I don’t think so.”
For some reason, when the words exited his lips, Wayne’s heart fluttered. It wasn’t what he said but how he said it. He could tell in that one instance, that Michael was as conflicted as he was about his sexuality.
“Well…I don’t think so either,” Wayne smiled, crossing his legs.
“Come over here. Sit next to me.” Michael directed. Wayne sat next to him and Michael asked, “Can I have a kiss?”
“I thought you said you don’t like boys.”
“I don’t, but I like you. So you gonna kiss me or what?”
Suddenly it was as if the shy kid had left and his confident twin brother had remained in his place.
Wayne kissed him quickly and removed his lips to look into his eyes making Michael smile.
“Don’t be nervous. Kiss me again.” Michael chuckled. “I ain’t gonna hurt you or nothin’.”
“Before I do all of that, do you have a girlfriend?” Wayne inquired. “’Cause I’m not kissin’ you if you have a girl.”
“Naw. I ain’t got no shawty.”
Having heard enough, Wayne moved back in toward him and kissed his lips again. This time it lasted longer and was more passionate. Their tongues ran in and out of each other’s mouth and Wayne felt himself growing inside of his pants.
“Can you kiss it for me?” Asked Michael. “Look what you made me do.”
“That wasn’t me?”
“It was. Stop bein’ a tease.”
“I’m not.”
“I like you, but if you not willin’ to try new stuff, I’m not messin’ with you no more. I want you to kiss it for me and tell me if you like it.”
“But I never done it before.” Wayne advised.
“I’ll teach you,” Michael said unfastening his jeans. When his pants and boxers hung over his brand new sneaks, he stroked himself and said, “Come over here and get on your knees.”
Wayne slowly complied and waited for his next command. He liked the boy a lot and was hoping he liked him too. Although he never had a boyfriend before if Michael acted right, he wanted him to be his first.
“Now, open your mouth and suck it softly.”
Wayne put his mouth over his thickness and inhaled the smell of soapy smelling skin. He made a mental note to find the soap he used so he could buy some for himself.
Doing the best he could, he opened his mouth wide and mindlessly licked the shaft of his penis. And when his mouth grew tired, he closed it a little too much biting down on him.
“Ouch! You put your teeth on my joint!” Michael screamed in an angry tone. “Be fuckin’ careful and you betta not do it again either!”
Just like that, Michael had changed. He wasn’t the same nice boy he met moments earlier.
Grabbing Wayne’s cheeks to together he said, “Now…do it slowly and open your mouth WIDER. You hear me? If you scrape my joint again I’ma fuck you up!”
He released his face and Wayne doing what was asked of him, opened his mouth and continued sucking his dick, carefully, keeping his hands on the shaft to control how much was being thrust into his mouth at one time. That was until Micheal smacked his hands away and palmed the back of his head. He could barely breathe as he pumped in and out of his throat.
“That’s good! Keep that shit right there you faggy bitch! You like to suck dicks and shit do you? That’s what you like? Then that’s what I’ma give you.”
Wayne wanted to cry and he never imagined being with a boy would hurt so badly. All he wanted was for it all to be over. And then he heard a loud noise upstairs, followed by heavy footsteps leading toward the basement. Michael trying to bust a nut, appeared to be unphased by the commotion upstairs.
Seconds later, he filled Wayne’s mouth with cum.
“Where is my son?!” a woman’s voice screamed from above them.
Wayne thinking he was going crazy, jumped up and did a poor job of wiping the semen off of his face.
It can’t be mama! He thought. It can’t be!
His thoughts were incorrect when he saw his mother shoot down the stairs as fast as her body would carry her. When she finally reached the bottom, her angry face turned to sadness when she saw her son. Following her stares, Wayne was scared when he saw Michael hadn’t pulled up his pants yet.
“Wayne, let’s go!” she said to him although looking at Michael. “And young man, you better never let me see your mother…or I’ma tell her about this incident. And you better never tell anyone, not even your friends, what happened between you and my son. You get me?”
“Yess mam.”
When they were in the car, Marbel drove in silence for two minutes before speaking. “Wayne…why would you disrespect yourself that way? I’m so disappointed in you. I can’t believe you’d do this to yourself or me.”
In all the years he’d known his mother, she never said the word disappointment and his name in the same sentence. Tears flooded Wayne’s eyes and as quickly as he wiped them away, more appeared.
“I don’t know…I just wanted to…fit in with my new friends.”
“What do you mean? How is what you were doin’ back there fittin’ in?”
Wayne hung his head low and said, “I think I’m gay, mama. And the boys I were with today are too. I just wanted to be with people that are like me. I didn’t know none of this was gonna happen.”
Marbel parked the car in front of their apartment building. When she saw Parade, Daffany and Sky walk toward the car like they normally did whenever Wayne got home, she fanned them away. She needed to spend some more time with him alone.
When they were gone she said, “Son, I’ve known you were gay all your life. Even if you didn’t.”
“How? I mean, whenever someone called me gay, you’d get upset.”
“I was upset because they were trying to use the way God made you against you. Havin’ sex with boys or degradin’ your body is not a part of being gay and I hated that they wanted you to feel bad for it.
“They were stupid and I wasn’t going to allow it…not while I had breath in my body anyway,” She paused. When she saw his tears still streaming she said, “Son…those two boys you were with today at the block party are damaged. I know both of their parents from the hospital I worked at some years back. They’d tossed in their cards a long time ago when it came to their sons, but not me. I care about mine. And I’m gonna live as long as I can, until I’m sure that you can understand that.”
“I feel so bad. I’m sorry you had to see that, ma.”
Wayne’s head hung low.
“I don’t want you to beat yourself up anymore, son.” She said as she held his sweaty hand. “And I’m sorry for shoutin’ at you too. My screamin’ and hollerin’ doesn’t mean I don’t love you though. It means the exact opposite.”
“I’m sorry too, mama. I didn’t mean to make you upset.”
“I know you are son.” Spotting a small white-crusted spot in the corner of his lips, she grabbed a tissue from her glove compartment, put a little spit on it, and wiped it away. She knew what it was and it broke her heart.
“Mama…how did you know where I was?”
“Daffany’s mother saw you going inside the house. Apparently she was on her way over there to earn some cash doin’ what she does best,” she s
tarted, speaking of the blow jobs everyone knew she dished to the neighborhood boys, “when she saw you and your friends walk in. She said she was concerned for my child but I know what it really was. She was afraid you kids would get in her way and take money out of her pocket.”
Wayne was saddened at someone else knowing about his shame, especially one of his friend’s mothers. What if she forbade Daffany from seeing him? That would crush him.
“But son, you can’t tell Daffany about what her mother did. That little girl has too much to deal with as it is.”
“I won’t say anything, mom. I promise.”
“Good, son.” She said gripping his hand.
Suddenly, Marbel looked out ahead of her and then back at Wayne in a confused state. It appeared as if something serious was on her mind.
“You okay, mom?”
“Huh?” she responded.
“Is everything okay?”
“Uh…yeah…everything’s fine.”
“You sure. You look like something else is wrong.”
“Son…where are we going?” she asked seriously. “Why are we in the car?”
“What you mean, mama?”
“Were we getting ready to go somewhere?” she asked in a low voice.
“No…we…were getting ready to go in the house. You just came and got me. Don’t you remember?”
Silence.
“Oh…I see. Come on, son. Let’s go inside.” She said opening her car door.
Wayne was confused by his mother’s sudden memory lapse…but it wouldn’t be the last time he’d have to deal with it either. It would be the beginning of their relationship changing forever.
Shit Is Never As It Seems
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I had just left Miss Rick’s house and was happy I was home. He can be fun at times, but since he got a new boo, who apparently cared about him a lot, he changed. He couldn’t talk openly about the life anymore and seemed to be more concerned with being a housewife. To the outside looking in it was a match made in heaven, but her boyfriend didn’t know that she was HIV positive, and she had no intentions on telling him either. Still, when I left, I found myself wanting to share my life with someone again, but who?
I told the girls I would be home late but came back earlier than I thought. The moment I reached the door, I heard a lot of commotion inside my house. So I quickly took my key out and opened the door. When I did, I saw Miss Tyrone rush in the living room with Adrian following behind him. Adrian was holding his stomach and seemed to be doubled over in pain.
“Fuck is going on in here?” I ask looking back and forth between them.
“Uh…me…uh…me and Adrian got into it because he went to see Chris again. You know he’s not good for him so I told him how I felt. He had the nerve to come in here with a bloody nose,” Tyrone continues, looking back at Adrian. “I’m not hatin’, I’m just statin’.”
“So you hit him? In the stomach?”
“Naw! Chris did that in the car. That’s why I was yelling at him.”
My heart was beating fast and I was about to kill Tyrone. Somethin’ didn’t feel right, I just didn’t know what.
“Adrian…what happened to you?” I ask pushing past Tyrone, not without giving him an evil stare.
“Nothin’…really.”
“Adrian, tell me what the fuck is goin’ on ‘round here. I got the instincts of a woman and somethin’ don’t feel right. Don’t you lie to me.”
“Chris…Chris had just dropped me off and Tyrone saw me get out of his car. We had another fight about nothing really. I was sneaking in the house because I knew ya’ll would be upset if you found out I was seeing him again, and Tyrone saw me anyway. That’s all.”
“See!” Tyrone says raising his hands in the air. “I told you.”
“You sure?” I ask, looking deeply into his eyes. I wanted to feel the truth not necessarily hear it. “Because you don’t have to lie to me. I ain’t got no problem fixin’ what’s wrong right here and now. But I can’t help you if I don’t know what’s up.”
Silence.
“Adrian…are you sure?!” I yell.
“Yeah…I’m sure.”
He was lying and I decided that it was time that I hear what Chris had to say after all. But this time it would be face to face.
Later That Day
“Thanks for coming over,” Chris says as he sits on his burgundy sofa. We were at the home he owned in Bowie, Maryland. Everything seemed cozy and warm and it was definitely not how I expected a drag queen beater to live. “Can I get you some coffee or something?”
“Look, I didn’t come over here for all that, I want to know what the fuck is up with you and Adrian?!” I ask standing over him. “Did you come over my house today?”
“Yes I did.”
“And did you hit him?”
“That’s what you wanna believe isn’t it?”
“I’m sick of him looking beat down and your name
always comin’ up. So what I want to believe is the mothafuckin’ truth.” “I know…and that’s what I wanna talk to you about. The truth.” He says. As I stare into Chris’s eyes I can’t help but realize how fine he was. His light skin, green eyes and muscles make him extra sexy. “But in order to hear the truth, you have to have an open mind.”
“How ‘bout you open your mouth and start talkin’, suga!”
“Can you please sit down, Wayne.” I don’t move. “Please…you’re making me nervous.”
I finally sit down and say, “Tell me what’s going on.”
“Adrian has been lying to you about me and him. I would never hurt him and I need you to know that. I wanted to tell you the moment I found out you were in town, but Adrian threatened to leave me. So when he came over one night, I took your number out his cell.”
“Stop the bullshit.”
“Wayne, hear me out. I’ve never hit Adrian in the entire time we’ve known each other. As a matter of fact, I love him and wanted to be with him. And I’m not talkin’ about no side dick either. I’m talkin’ about for life.
“I’ve even asked him to move in with me after he gave up the apartment I had for him. But for some reason he’s protecting the person who’s really hurting him. And for the life of me, I just can’t understand why.”
“Nothin’ you’re sayin’ right now is makin’ sense. If you’re not hittin’ him than who in Samual Adams hell is?”
“Tyrone, and I’m tellin’ you now, you got to watch him. He’s dangerous and I often wondered if he wasn’t the drag queen slayer I’ve been reading about in the news lately. He’s mean…cold and selfish. And when I refused his advances awhile back, he became dead set on breaking me and Aid up.
“I took two days to tell Aid about him coming on to me, because I was trying to find the right words to say so I wouldn’t hurt his feelings, but it ended up being too late. Tyrone beat me to him and claimed that it was me who came on to him instead. I would never choose Ty over someone as beautiful as Aid. Look at him.”
“Honey, that was about the realest shit you said all night.”
“It’s true. I believe Tyrone is very calculating and would not stop short of murder. You know him better than me…what do you think?”
“Now you’re going too far.”
“For real, he was the reason for most of our problems. And a while back, I found out some shit that happened to Tyrone when he was younger. He came up fucked up and now he’s deadly.”
“What things happened to him?” Although Tyrone and me were cool at one point, I didn’t know much about him outside of the fact that he lived with his father and his mother killed herself when he was ten.
“I don’t know if you know, he lived with his father but his uncle Base, stayed with them most of the time. Base was a gay man who had parties in the apartment all the time. I was told that both his father and uncle use to rape him at those parties and pass him around like some toy.
“They fed him alcohol and all kind of shit to make him forge
t what they’d done. I don’t know if you know it, but he was addicted to alcohol since middle school.”
I do remember him drinking a lot. I thought.
“I can’t deny that life was hell for him, but now he don’t care ‘bout nobody or nothing but himself.”
“How you know all this shit?”
“Adrian told me some stuff, but I also met his aunt who still lives around Quincy Manor a couple of weeks ago. She was mean at first, but was willing to tell me about all of the stuff she seen her nephew go through as a child. She said she couldn’t afford to take him in herself permanently when he was younger, but would go get him every other weekend. That was until he started stealing from her and taking her liquor. She put his ass out after that and never saw him again.”
I was listening but my mind was working overtime. Could Tyrone actually be that crazy?
“Look…I have to sort some things out.” I say standing up. “I gotta go.”
“I know…but please, watch after Adrian. For whatever reason he feels loyal to Tyrone. But if he keeps hurting him like he does when he gets angry, I’m afraid he’ll kill him. It’s like whenever Tyrone has some shit going on in his life, he takes it out on a weaker person and for him Adrian’s it. He may even be jealous that I love Adrian the way that I do considering he has nobody. I don’t know.”
“I…really must go,” I say not being able to take much more of the bomb he just dropped on me. But when I see the love in his eyes for Adrian I say, “Don’t worry about shit, if what you telling me is true, I’m never gonna let him hurt Adrian again. He’ll be safe. I promise.”
When I left I knew I had to confirm the facts with Adrian. But I can tell you this, if it’s true what Chris said, I don’t know what I might do to Tyrone either. I’m gonna need a wing and a prayer to get me out of this shit.
Ugly Gary and the Money Scheme
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“Oh my Gawd! What happened to your lips?! And what the hell are those lopsided lumps in your chest?” I ask Garisha after she lifted her shirt when I got in her car. Apparently all the silicone in her body has shifted and she’s starting to look like a real life monster.