by MT Pope
“You look rough. I need to get away from you,” he laughed. I laughed and followed it with a fake cough to give him the impression that I was sick with a cold and not otherwise.
“Yeah, you may be right.” I threw in another cough for good measure.
“If I didn’t know any better, you look like you coming down from a high like one of those drug addicts I’ve seen with Dad and Dre on the streets.”
I didn’t say anything for a moment because it had stunned me. I was ashamed. Deeply ashamed.
“Speaking of drugs, how is the training going with your father? Is it all that you thought it would be? Are you sure that’s what you want to do? Are you afraid?”
“Wow, that’s a lot of questions at one time. Did you take a breath?” He laughed again. I was glad to see him in good spirits. The drug game can suck the life out of you and leave you with no emotions.
“I know. It’s just that I’m worried about you becoming your father. I want you to make decisions for yourself and not to please us. We love you, but we won’t be here for you forever. Everything has an expiration date.”
“Dang, why you getting all mushy?” He looked uncomfortable like many men did when it came to death and emotional things.
“I’m not emotional or mushy. These streets are treacherous and not for the faint of heart. You got to be strong and make some hard decisions. I want you to be sure you’re in this. It’s almost always no backing out once you’re in. I come from a long line of drug dealers, and I married one, so it comes from experience, not emotions. I’m telling you to be about your shit if you going to do it.”
He sat there on the edge of my bed very quiet for a few seconds. I knew that he was processing all that I just said to him. I knew that he could handle it. I just wanted him to be sure of his own choices and not ones someone else gives or influences.
“Ma, I got this. I’m my father’s son, and I’m my own man. I know that this will not be easy, and I will be on the lookout, like you always taught me. I got this, and I got you. So back to you. I’m about to go do this game in about an hour, but I’ll hook you up with some care before I leave.”
“Okay,” I nodded my head in agreement.
The mention of the game led to me thinking about the coach; then that led to me thinking about the wine.
“While you’re out, could you see if Coach has some more of that wine he gave me a few weeks back? It was very nice tasting.” I hate lying to my son because I just got a bottle from Coach a day ago, but he knew nothing about it. And that was on top of the bottle that he brought when he came over for dinner the other day.
“You sure about that? Because I’m sure wine don’t cure a cold.” He looked at me with a smirk on his face.
“Neither does minding my business, but you are doing that oh so well, aren’t you,” I gave a smile. He laughed again.
“Cool, Ma, I got you.” He walked out of the room. Shame enveloped me for a moment; then the thought of the wine being in my hand and the taste of it going down diminished the shame.
Chapter 53
Corey
Premonitions
“The choice is yours,” I heard my father speak. His voice sounded louder than normal, and it echoed throughout the room that we were in. I looked at him in his eyes and knew that he was serious. Very serious. I looked over at Dre, and my heart sank. His hands and legs were tied to a wooden chair. We were in the small room with two of my father’s men standing in two corners of the room with my father in the middle close to Dre. I was against a wall with my body positioned toward them and the only door to the room. There was only one sound in the room that I heard, and that was the beat of my own heart. I was speechless. I didn’t think that I would ever get caught. Now, here we are. I sat freely, unlike Dre. My father paced around Dre with a gun in his hand. All I could think about was the worst thing possible. Dre dying right in front of me.
“I can’t believe that my own flesh and blood was a dick and ass chaser. Here I am doing all that I can to provide for you and your mother, and this is what I get as a reward. A fucking faggot. You had me fooled.” He slapped Dre in the head with the gun, causing blood to splatter and run down his face. Dre didn’t show any signs of weakness, though. He didn’t budge at all. He looked at my father in the eyes the whole time. There was no sweat covering his face. No trembling or any such thing. He was the soldier that he portrays himself to be.
“And this was the piece of shit that you were sleeping with the whole time underneath my nose. You were supposed to be my right-hand man, and here you are dicking down my son, my own flesh and blood. You had me fooled. You had us all fooled. You all were fucking like rabbits, and then sitting at this table like all was right in the world. The ultimate betrayal in my book. I’m looking for a gay drug dealer with two right in my face.” He then spat in my face. The hate was real on his face. I was no longer his son right now.
“As I said before, the choice is yours. You’re going to choose your boyfriend’s fate. A slow death or a quick one?” He looked at me, and then at Dre. Chills went down my spine. But I didn’t show the hurt that I felt on the inside.
He then walked away from me and over to the table where a cooler was sitting on top of it. My mind raced with curiosity of what was in the cooler. It seemed like it took him forever to open the top to reveal what was inside.
“Here, we have slow death.” He held up what looked like a syringe with blood in it. “This is a fresh dose of slow death or what is known to most as HIV.”
My heart sank once again.
“Now, how do you want your boyfriend to die? His death is in your hands.”
My eyes shot open, and I sat up in bed. I was happy to realize that I had just had a dream. I hope that it wasn’t a premonition or something like that. Dre and I have been discreet, but you never know what is going on in the drug world until it is up on you. I can’t put anything past my father for obvious reasons. I needed to get me a decoy. I need a girlfriend. I don’t even know if I would or could play the role of a boyfriend to a girl. I guess I would just have to go and find out. I had a girl that was interested in me, and she was pretty enough to choose her as a candidate. The only problem I had to figure out is how much I wanted her to know. I think it’s best that she thinks that I am totally into her and not let her know that she is being used. It’s not a nice thing to do to a person, but life is about taking chances. She would be taking a chance, and I would take a chance as well. I would be sure to make it worth her while, however. She looked like she’d be a good whore or thot anyway.
I didn’t have practice or experience with a girl, but I saw what my father did with my mother, and I’m sure I could do the same. I just hope I did a good job with it.
I decided to get dressed and drive to her house to get the ball rolling. I didn’t have time to play games. She was going to be my girl from jump.
I had on my best street/hood boy attire because I knew that is what she liked from seeing her in school and the boys she dated. I usually dressed with clothes that fit me and not hang off my butt. My parents, mainly my mother, told me to dress presentable always. She said even though we were a family that was “street active,” we didn’t want to be perceived as such. So now my pants were sagging off my butt, and I had my shirt untucked and a fitted baseball hat on that screamed: “about that life.”
I would have to break her in and give her the speech. She was mine from here until I release her.
I walked up to her door and rang the bell. I was a bit nervous, but I put on an act and rode this thing out.
“Can I help you?” Her father opened the door and looked me up and down. It was expected.
“Is Diana home?” I looked him in his eyes, letting him know that I was serious and about my business.
“What’s this about?” he asked. He was one of those professional and stern-looking fathers. He had on a suit and tie. His face was shaved and shaped up good. His voice was deep and firm. He was trying to intimidate me with
questions and his stance in the doorway, but I was on a mission.
“She was supposed to be helping with some of my college applications.” I was about to be in my last year of high school anyway, so that was a good lie, and it was credible. Diana was into the books and the thug boys. She wasn’t a dummy when it came to books.
He looked me up and down for a few seconds and then closed the door in my face. I should have pushed in past him like I wanted to do, but I kept it cool and let this shit flow. I let him have the perception of being in control, but I knew that I was.
Diana appeared at the door moments later. She closed the door behind her slightly and stepped down onto the stoop and closer to me. She had a big butt and a nice pair of breasts to go with it. No weave or track in sight, but she could be sporting it, and I just don’t know about it. It didn’t make any difference to me, though. She was just a showpiece. I was going on my father’s preference and what I hear other guys talk about most. I wasn’t attracted to that stuff at all.
“Hey, wassup?” She had a smile on her face. She was an attractive girl, and I could see her on my arm for show.
“I wanted to take you out, but I wanted to surprise you.” I licked my lips like I was LL Cool J. Her smile grew even wider after I did that. I knew I had her.
“Really?”
“I been digging you for a minute, but I wasn’t ready for a girl of your caliber yet.” I yeasted that thing up knowing that she would take it all in. I didn’t take her as being desperate, but she probably wanted to hear stuff like that. Most women did. “I’m ready for you.”
“Wow, that’s so sweet.”
“Yeah, so are you, I’m sure. Get yourself together and I’ll scoop you up in about twenty minutes. We going out wherever you want to go.”
“It’s like that?” She looked at me in surprise. I couldn’t blame her. I would have been surprised too.
“Of course. You’re mine now.”
I walked away feeling in charge and was liking the growth and confidence that came with power. I liked power. No, I loved it.
Chapter 54
Clayton
Magnum Mouth
I palmed the back of his head like it was a basketball. He was going up and down on my dick like he was a pro. Shit, he was a pro. My dick fit in his mouth like a Magnum condom on a big dick. He was truly a “Magnum mouth” for sure. He was giving it so good that it caused my pelvis to rise from the edge of the bed I was sitting on and pump his face like I wanted to do his ass shortly. I was on the verge of busting when I pulled back and softly pushed him away.
“All fours,” were the instructions I gave him. He looked at me with lust in his eyes as he followed the instructions I gave him. I too gave him “the look” as he made his way onto the canopy bed that we started to share not too long ago.
I eased onto the bed and positioned myself behind him, prepped to take full advantage of his wet hole. I reached over his body and pushed his upper body closer to the bed, simultaneously putting his ass in position for a pounding. We had made love before, but now it was just time for some good old-fashioned fucking.
I griped my dick and pushed it into the hole that was waiting for me.
“Uhnnn,” Anthony grunted as I plunged into him with my whole girth. He was wet, which caused the air to be filled with a sloshing sound. I loved that sound as I went in and out of him with aggression. I was mad at him for being the one and not being the one at the same time. I had done some research on him and what I discovered was not easy to read or comprehend. It broke my heart. I was fucking him with intentions of breaking his heart like he did mine. I was trying to fuck a hole in his heart.
Earlier that day, I was in my office all day like a hermit crab. I contacted the IRS about a copy of his last tax return and was surprised by the earnings that he was making. Then I looked up the cost of his house and found out that he couldn’t possibly be paying for that house he had on his salary as a doctor. He was doing something on the side. But what was the question.
A few days ago, I hired a private investigator to track down his school history. Come to find out he had a cosmetic surgery office in Atlanta that he closed a few years ago under an investigation into his practices and moved here to Baltimore.
All this was very suspicious but not hard-core evidence.
I called in a favor and got a copy of his phone record for the last few months and sifted through his call log to see who he was calling and who he was calling the most. There were a few numbers that stood out, but I had someone else work on them to get me some rock-solid evidence.
I scanned in my head our celebration party trying to see if anyone there looked or acted suspicious so that I could get their name from Anthony. I was fishing for anything to prove myself wrong. But it wasn’t adding up that way. With each new discovery, I had grown angrier and angrier. Angry at him for deceiving me, and me for falling for it so easily. I was supposed to be smarter and more alert.
I was brought back to the present with the moans of Anthony beneath me.
“Damn, baby, you’re wearing me out.” He thrust back toward me with aggression and passion. We were grinding our bodies together causing friction. It, combined with the friction going on in my head, was driving me insane. It caused me to thrust harder until I climaxed; then I fell on top of him.
I could feel my heartbeat against his back as I lay there in exhaustion. It felt like it was about to burst. I finally rolled off him and collapsed on my back next to him.
I lay there in silence with so much swirling in my head.
“Baby, what got into you?” he said as he snuggled up against me. His touch almost made me cringe, but I held it together. “You worked me over so good that I don’t even want to move.”
“I don’t know. I couldn’t resist myself.” I smiled, but it was all fake. My love for him was fading fast.
“I’m so in love with you. I’m so glad that I found you. You saved my life.” His hand moved all over my chest.
“Let me get in the shower and rinse myself off.” I quickly got up and headed out of the room and into the bathroom within seconds. I locked the door behind me so he couldn’t get in the shower with me. I turned the shower on and then hopped in. I heard Anthony knocking on the door, but I ignored it. He went away after a few minutes. A part of me wanted to let him join me, but that wasn’t something that I wanted to do right now. I just slept with who may be my enemy and my come up. Maybe I was looking at this the wrong way. Maybe I should just play this thing out until more solid evidence came about.
I was in the bathroom for about twenty minutes before I made my exit.
I walked into the bedroom with a towel. He was sitting on the bed when I walked in. He had a sullen look on his face which caused me to question him.
“Baby, what’s wrong?” I asked as I sat down beside him.
“Why did you lock the door to the bathroom?”
“I used the toilet before I took the shower, and I didn’t want you to be uncomfortable with the smell. I think that’s rude.”
“I should have known that was the reason. I thought that I did something wrong.” He had on a very sweet face that caused me to melt.
“No, that’s just one of my pet peeves,” I said as I kissed him on the cheek.
“I guess I must get to know you more so I know what you like and don’t like.”
“Yes, we do have to get to know each other better.”
“So can your husband get a little snack before bed? I’m a slight bit famished.”
“Oh, you are, are you?” He smiled.
“Yes, I used a ton of energy, and I need fuel just in case I need to have a second round.” When he got up, I swatted him on the butt for good measure. I was going to be a good actor until all the pieces come together. At least I would be getting some good ass until my time is up. Free ass is always a plus. It’s a pity that I’ll have to start over again in the love game.
Anthony returned with a hearty bowl of fruit and cheese t
o help me get my energy back up. It didn’t take long to mount my husband to get me what may be my last nut from him.
Chapter 55
Avery
Closets
I grew impatient, and I was about to push my plan full steam ahead. It was time to wrap this game up and move in for the checkmate. We were on the last two games of the season, and we were poised to take the championship. I wanted the whole city as well. That is what I was getting ready to do.
We had just wrapped up another game with a win, and I was sitting in my office taking a breather. I was waiting for Corey to join me in the office. I was about to inform him that he was now working for me while he was working for his dad.
There was a knock on the door.
“Come in,” I answered.
Corey came in dressed in his street clothes. I had to say that he was a very good-looking young man. He favored his mother more than his father.
“Corey, do you know why I called you here?” Of course, he didn’t know. I just wanted to see where his head was at.
“No, sir. But I’m sure that you’re going to tell me,” he smiled. It was a bright and youthful smile. I remember having one a long time ago. It has since been long gone. His will fade soon too. I’m sure of it.
“Good answer. Corey, there is one thing about people that really irks me to the core.”
“What’s that, Coach?” he asked. He looked like he was hanging on to my every word.
“Secrets. I don’t like secrets. Especially being hidden from me.”
He was quiet. I guess he didn’t know what I was talking about.
“Do you have any secrets, Corey?”
“None that I can think of.” He looked at me straight in the eyes. He didn’t flinch at all. He was a great liar. Too bad I was going to have to burst his bubble.