“What about that one?”
“Too young. We need someone with a little more experience.”
“Um, okay. How about that one?”
“In the red shirt?”
“No, not him. Too confident. The guy next to him.”
“In the striped shirt?”
“Yeah.”
Darius nodded. “Let’s see if we get any interest from him. I’ll go straight across, then you loop around past the pool tables and see what you get. Wait until I signal you, though.”
“Okay.”
Darius set down his empty glass and made his way across the room. He stopped at the bar about four seats from the guy in the striped shirt to order a drink.
It was a crowded bar, but the bartender came to him immediately. Most bartenders did for Darius.
He ordered a juice. The bartender gave him his drink and told him it was on the house.
While this was happening, Darius watched the guy in the striped shirt out of the corner of his eye.
The guy seemed to be looking at him.
Darius pretended to ignore him and walked past him with his drink. When he was past the guy and out of his line of sight, he gave a quick nod in Todd’s direction.
Todd took the cue and made his way around the pool tables. He circled around the bar and passed the guy in the striped shirt from behind. Taking his place at the bar opposite the guy in the striped shirt, he waited for the bartender.
Just like Darius, Todd didn’t have to wait long for the bartender. He ordered a soft drink.
They met downstairs.
“What do you think?”
“He was definitely checking you out.”
“You too.”
“Aiight. Go get T.J.”
Todd left to find T.J,, and Darius returned to the upstairs bar. This time he took a seat right next to the guy in the striped shirt.
The guy’s glass was empty, and he seemed to be trying to get the bartender’s attention. Darius finished his fruit juice in one swallow and signaled for the bartender.
The bartender showed up instantly to take Darius’s order.
“Same as before,” said Darius, knowing the bartender would remember. “And while you’re at it, take care of my friend here.” He turned to the guy in the striped shirt. “What are you drinking?” he asked the guy.
“Cape Cods.”
“Get him a Cape Cod. It’s on me.”
The guy in the striped shirt looked at Darius in surprise. “Gee, thanks!” he said.
“Well you’ve been waiting for a long time.”
“That’s the truth. It’s hard to get the bartenders’ attention here.”
Darius extended his hand. “I’m Darius, by the way.”
“Michael. Pleased to meet you.”
“You all alone here?”
“Yeah.”
“Nice looking guy like you?”
Michael blushed. “Well, that’s nice of you to say. I’m not all that great looking.”
True, thought Darius to himself. Oh, he wasn’t bad looking. Nice boy-next-door type. Ordinary. Not ugly or even homely. Just…regular. Not the kind of guy who would stand out.
His slim body didn’t look bad, though. Darius could tell that he didn’t work out. He was a little on the skinny side.
“You’re being modest,” said Darius. “You’re cute as a bug’s ear.”
The guy in the striped shirt giggled bashfully. “Oh come on. Stop!” he said, obviously hoping that Darius wouldn’t stop.
Darius didn’t stop. “No, for real, though,” he said. “I bet you turn heads all the time and don’t even know it.”
“Well, I don’t know about that.”
“I do.”
“Well, if I did, I’m not sure I’d know what to say. I’m sort of shy in these places.”
“It’s always the quiet ones,” said Darius.
The guy giggled again.
“I bet you’re a tiger under the sheets,” said Darius.
The guy blushed and smiled.
“I knew it,” said Darius.
“Well, I don’t know about that.”
“I bet you’re a freak,” said Darius.
“Well, I like to have fun, if that’s what you mean.”
“Freaky fun,” said Darius.
“I guess you could call it that.”
“Man after my own heart,” said Darius. He waved the bartender over and ordered another Cape Cod.
The guy in the striped shirt looked suprised. “I’m not finished with this one,” he said.
“Well, drink up. There’s another one on the way.”
“You’re trying to get me drunk!” said the guy in the striped shirt. But he sounded more flattered than alarmed.
“Maybe I am,” said Darius. “If that’s what it takes to get your attention.”
“Oh, you’ve got my attention,” said the guy.
Darius already knew that.
“You’re a handsome man,” said the guy in the striped shirt.
Darius already knew that, too.
“You like black guys?” asked Darius.
The guy looked down and blushed. He liked black guys.
“It’s cool,” said Darius. “I like white guys.”
Which was true as far as it went. Darius liked ass, and it didn’t really matter if it was white, black, Puerto Rican, or Asian ass. Male or female ass, for that matter.
But tonight, he liked white ass. It was important to stick with the program.
“You mainly a bottom?” asked Darius.
The guy looked down again with an embarrassed grin. What a forward question!
“It’s cool,” said Darius. “No shame in saying what you like.”
The guy braced himself a bit and nodded.
“I’m a top myself. I really appreciate a good bottom.” Darius took the guy’s hand and placed it on his basket.
“We shouldn’t do this!” said the guy, obviously thrilled to be doing it.
“It’s dark in here. Nobody can see. Go ahead. Take a little feel.”
The guy took a little feel.
“Wow,” he said.
“That too much for you?”
The guy shook his head and withdrew his hand. He looked around to see if anyone was watching.
A voice behind them called out as if in surprise: “Dee!”
Darius turned around. “Well, I’ll be damned!” he said. Todd was standing behind him with another man.
“Michael, I’d like you to meet Todd and T.J.” said Darius.
“Pleased to meet you.”
“T.J.!” said Darius with feigned surprise. “I thought you’d moved away! I haven’t seen you in months! How the hell are you?”
T.J. followed the script. “I did move away. I’m just in town for a few days.”
“Where you staying?”
“Airport Side Inn.”
“Well, I’ll be damned!”
Todd spoke: “Yeah, I was surprised to run into T.J., too. In fact, I’m about to give him a ride back to the motel.”
“Well, ain’t that something!” said Darius. “Of all the luck to see you here!” He turned to the guy in the striped shirt. “T.J. and I go way back.”
“We sure do,” said T.J.
“Man, we had some times!”
“We sure as hell did. Tore this damn town up!” said T.J.
“My, my, my!”
“But it looks like you’re still on the loose,” said T.J. “Sitting here with this sexy ass white boy and everything.” He smiled at Michael admiringly.
Michael blushed again.
“Well, hell,” said Darius. “You leaving so early? The bar’s just picking up now.”
“Got to,” said T.J. “I’ve got to be over at my sister’s house in the morning.”
“Shucks,” said Darius. “I’d love to catch up with you, Man.”
Todd said, “Well, why don’t you ride over with us to the motel?”
Darius looked at Michael. “Oh, sorry, Player,” he said to T.J. “I can’t do that right now. I can’t leave this cute white boy here all alone.”
“Why don’t he come with us?”
Darius asked Michael, “Is that cool?”
Michael nodded.
“Hold up,” said Todd. “I’ll be right back.” He walked away, taking his cell phone out of his pocket as he went.
A few minutes later, Todd returned. He was putting his cell phone in his pocket as he walked up to the bar.
“Let’s go,” Todd said.
They went.
The ride to the Airport Side Inn was quick and boisterous. Darius and Michael sat together in the back seat of Todd’s Explorer. T.J. sat in the front passenger seat.
Everyone seemed in good spirits, and there was plenty of laughter and teasing along the way.
Darius again took Michael’s hand and placed it on his considerable basket.
Todd saw them in the rear view mirror. “Lovebirds!” he teased.
Darius took it in stride. “Don’t hate the player. Hate the game.”
T.J. invited everyone into his room. Todd and Darius went in, so of course Michael followed suit.
T.J. peeled off his shirt almost as soon as he walked in the door.
“Damn, Player!” said Todd. “Can’t you wait until we leave before you start stripping?”
“I’m only taking off my shirt,” said T.J. “I got to get comfortable.”
“You country,” said Todd.
“Hell, yeah, I’m country,” said T.J. “Sit your asses down somewhere. Make yourself at home.” He turned on the television.
Darius plopped himself on the bed. Todd took a chair. Michael took the other chair.
T.J. was rummaging through a styrofoam cooler. “I got cold drinks, but we need ice. I’m going to go find the ice machine.”
Darius sprang up out of the bed. “I better go with you so your country ass don’t get lost.”
“Nigga, please.”
“You ain’t got no sense of direction,” said Darius. “I’ll be right back, Baby,” he said to Michael, and gave him a quick kiss on the lips.
They left, and Todd and Michael were alone in the room.
“Darius is a trip,” said Todd.
“He seems nice,” said Michael.
“Oh he is, he is,” said Todd. “Freaky as hell, too.”
Michael looked down.
Todd smiled at Michael. “But that’s a good thing. Freaky is fun.”
Michael blushed.
“You like to get freaky?” asked Todd.
Michael nodded shyly. “I like to have fun, if that’s what you mean.”
“That’s what I mean,” said Todd. “You’re cute as hell. Maybe I’ll have a chance with you some day if Darius doesn’t steal you away.”
Michael blushed bright red.
“I think T.J. likes you, too,” said Todd. “I could tell by the way he was looking at you.”
Darius and T.J. returned with a bucket of ice. “Player? You still watching that lame shit?” T.J. grabbed the remote and tossed it to Darius. “Find us something decent to watch.”
Darius started flipping through the channels. He stopped on a horror movie.
“Damn! I haven’t seen this one in a long time!”
“What is it?”
“Zombie Planet. It’s some wild ass shit.”
Todd jumped on the bed, as did T.J. Darius grabbed Michael’s hand. “Come over here. There’s room. You can’t see the screen from that chair.”
Michael sat sandwiched between Todd and Darius on the bed. They were all leaning against the headboard.
“Hold up,” said Todd. “I’m going to take my shirt off, too. I don’t want it wrinkled.”
“Player, please.”
“It’s my favorite shirt.” Todd took off his shirt and returned to his place in the bed.
Darius sat against the headboard with his arm around Michael. Todd was next to Michael on the other side, his bare arm pressing against Michael’s. There wasn’t much room on the bed, although T.J. could have made more room if he scooted over closer to the edge on his side. But he didn’t.
The movie was actually kind of dumb. T.J. got impatient.
“Man, this is lame,” he said.
“No, it’s good,” said Darius. “Just wait. It gets better.”
“Fuck that,” said T.J., picking up the remote. “Let’s see what else is on.” He started flipping through the channels.
Infomercials. Newscasts. Sportscasts. Television preachers. A porno channel.
T.J. stopped at the porno channel.
“Damn!” said Todd.
“You’re gonna have to pay for that. That’s a pay channel,” said Darius.
“Who gives a fuck?” asked T.J. “Look at that bitch go!”
And she was indeed “going.” The television showed a white woman splayed across a sofa, with four black men standing around her. There was a fifth black man also, but he wasn’t standing around the sofa.
He was, as T.J. might say, also “going.” And “going.” And “going.”
The woman on the sofa was squealing in delight and egging on the man on top of her. The man around the sofa were yelling encouragement as her pounded her.
“That’s the shit,” said T.J.
“He’s fucking the hell out of her,” said Darius.
“That’s making me horny,” said Todd.
“Well, hell,” said Darius. “Make yourself comfortable, then. Just friends here.”
“Don’t mind if I do,” said Todd, unfastening his fly and pulling down his pants. T.J. handed him a tub of cream.
Michael stared transfixed. Todd’s dick was huge!
Todd began stroking his dick as if it was the most normal thing in the world to do among friends. It was a pretty dick, cut, and medium in tone like the rest of Todd’s skin. Todd was smooth, tall, and lightly muscled with a fade haircut. He had long lashes, and his nose sort curved forward in a graceful arc. He had classic features.
“Damn. I’d love to get in her ass,” he said, stroking his cock and staring at the television screen.
Darius was focused entirely on Michael, holding him close with one arm around Michael’s back and stroking his chest with the other hand. He studied Michael’s face closely to gauge his reaction to what was going on.
He kissed Michael gently on the cheek and whispered into his ear. “Baby, I can’t wait to be with you,” he said, and kissed Michael’s neck.
“Me neither,” said Michael, stealing a sidelong glance at Todd’s dick.
Things were going according to plan.
T.J. got up from the bed and began taking off his pants. “Shit. You guys can’t have all the fun,” he said, returning to his place on the bed. “Hand me that lube.” Todd handed him the tub, and he started stroking his dick as well.
T.J.’s dick was even bigger than Todd’s. He was uncut. T.J. was big and muscular, and he had very dark skin.
Todd looked over at T.J.’s dick. “Damn, Player. You packing!”
“Just what the good Lord gave me,” said T.J., peeling back his foreskin with each downstroke and pulling it back over the head with each upstroke.
“Why don’t you guys get comfortable too?” asked T.J.
“Works for me,” said Darius.
“Well, I don’t know…” Michael seemed unsure of himself.
“Michael’s a little embarrassed, I think.”
“Oh, no shame in it, my friend. It’s cool.”
Darius got an idea. “Let’s pull the covers up. That way it won’t be so embarrassing for Michael. I want my baby to be comfortable.”
Michael said nothing as Darius stepped out of the bed, stripped of his clothes, and got back in. T.J. fished the covers off the floor, and Todd pulled them across.
Darius gave Michael a gentle kiss on the lips. “Baby, you’re being such a good sport. Here, let me help you with your shirt.”
Michael pulled off his shirt, and Darius folded it neatly and placed it on the night table next to him.
“Go ahead and slip out of those pants for me, Baby,” he said.
Michael pulled his pants off under the sheets and handed them to Darius, who carefully placed them on the table with the shirt.
“Go ahead and give me that underwear, too,” he purred into Michael’s ear, kissing him again on the neck.
Michael gave him the underwear. Darius rewarded him with another tender kiss. Michael could feel Todd’s bare leg pressing against his under the covers. Darius’s leg was doing the same thing on the other side.
“You’re so sweet,” Darius cooed to Michael.
T.J opened the drawer on the nightstand next to him and pulled out a cigar box.
Todd looked over in approval. “That’s what I’m talking about!” he said.
“Might as well do this shit right,” said T.J., fishing a plastic-tipped cigarillo from the box.
Michael couldn’t see it, but there were several cigarillos in the box. A few of them were bundled together with a rubber band, but T.J. left the bundled ones alone.
He lit, inhaled deeply, and blew out the smoke. He handed the cigarillo to Todd, who did the same.
“Sweet,” said Todd after blowing out the smoke.
“Don’t be greedy,” said Darius. “Give me some of that shit.”
Todd handed the cigarillo to Darius, who partook. Darius exhaled, gave Michael a kiss, and put the plastic tip in his mouth.
“Breathe in deep, Baby,” he said.
Michael did, and felt instantly relaxed.
They passed the Black & Mild around another time and settled in.
Michael lay back on the pillow and savored the high. Darius gently nibbled on his ear.
Todd leaned toward Michael, his face only inches from the white boy’s.
“Can I ask a little favor?”
Michael looked at Todd.
“Can I have a little kiss?”
Todd looked at Darius. He wasn’t sure what to do.
“Go ahead, Baby,” whispered Darius. “Give Todd a little kiss. We’re all friends here.”
Michael turned his face toward Todd, and Todd leaned down and gave him a quick gentle kiss on the lips.
“Oh, Player! That’s the best you can do?” asked Darius.
“What do you mean?” asked Todd.
“You call that a kiss?”
“What do you mean? That was a kiss.”
“Naw, man. That wasn’t a kiss,” said Darius. “Let me show you how it’s done.” Gently pulling Michael’s face close to his, with his lips touching Michael’s, he murmured to the white boy:
“Let’s show this nigga what a real kiss looks like.”
Darius parted his lips and let the tip of his tongue play with the white boy’s. Then he parted them further and began working his tongue as his lips gently devoured the white boy’s mouth. Michael moaned.
Their lips parted, and Darius turned to Todd. “Now try it again. And do it right this time.”
Todd gave Michael another kiss, slower and deeper this time. Turning towards the white boy as he did, his cock flopped over and lay across the white boy’s leg. His tongue explored Michael’s mouth.
Michael moaned again.
Things were definitely going according to plan.
“That’s enough,” Darius said to Todd. “He’s my baby tonight.” He gently pulled Michael on his side and rolled toward him so they were now facing each other. Darius’s cock lay slightly between Michael’s legs.
“Give me some more sugar, Baby.” They kissed again.
Todd rolled toward Michael and was now on his side as well, spooning the white boy. His cock rested against Michael’s butt.
Darius and Michael continued kissing each other as Todd gently kissed Michael on the shoulders and back of the neck.
Todd began working his way down Michael’s back, kissing, licking, and sending electric charges up and down his spine.
Darius kept pouring on the charm. “Baby, you’re amazing. I never met a white boy as cute and sexy as you.”
Michael kissed Darius’s neck.
“I think this is a very special night for both of us,” Darius said. “I want this to be as special for you as it is for me.” He glanced up at T.J. and nodded his head slightly. T.J. relit the cigarillo and handed it to Darius.
Darius filled his lungs with the smoke and, placing his lips on Michael’s gently exhaled. Michael drew it in.
Then Darius put the cigarillo in Michael’s mouth.
“Take some more, Baby.”
Michael inhaled again. Darius handed the cigarillo back o T.J.
Todd was now halfway down the bed, kissing Michael’s butt cheeks, and gently exploring with his tongue.
Darius shot another glance at T.J., who reached into the cigar box and pulled out the bundled cigarillos. He removed one from the bundle and handed it to Darius, who discreetly placed it behind him. He reached down and tapped Todd on the shoulder. Todd moved back up the bed so he was next to Michael again.
“I think Todd’s feeling a little lonely,” Darius said. “Show him a little more love, Baby. He’s like a brother to me.”
Michael obeyed and turned around so that he was now facing Todd.
Darius purred in Michael’s ear, “Oh, Baby. You’re so sweet. I love the way you show respect to my friends. It means so much to me. This is like a special bond between us.”
T.J. lit a cigarillo (not one of the bundled ones), took a puff, and handed to Todd, who broke from his kiss just long enough to take some for himself. He handed the cigarillo over to Darius, who put in the ashtray on his nightstand. Darius then took the other cigarillo (the one that had been in the bundle), placed it in his mouth and lit it. He was careful not to inhale. He just puffed lightly enough to get it lit.
He placed the new cigarillo in Michael’s mouth.
Michael inhaled the new cigarillo.
“Blow it out. Blow it out, Baby,” said Darius. He didn’t want Michael to hold it in too long.
Michael exhaled and heard the angels sing. This was different. And better. He felt an electric charge of happiness surge through his entire body. The lift of it was instantaneous. He had never felt this way before.
Darius looked at Todd and silently mouthed: “He get it?”
Todd nodded. Oh yeah, he got it. He got it good.
Darius whispered gently into Michael’s ear, “Does it feel good, Baby?”
Michael just nodded happily.
T.J., now at the foot of the bed, silently handed Darius the tub of lube. Darius rubbed some on his dick and inched it between Michael’s cheeks. He wasn’t pressing against the opening. Just touching it.
“This is a very special night for us, Baby,” he said softly. “This is the beginning of something very special between you and me.”
He pressed his cock gently against Michael’s ass. Todd watched the white boy’s face intently for signs of objection or resistance.
There were none. Todd nodded to Darius, and Darius pressed slightly harder. The head of his cock was now buried in the white boy’s ass.
“Is that good to you Baby?” Darius asked.
Michael nodded.
Darius kissed Michael on the neck. “I’m so glad,” he said. “I just want to make you happy.”
Michael sighed happily.
Todd nodded at Darius. He pushed in further.
“Let’s make this night magical,” said Darius. “There’s alot of love in this room.”
T.J., who was safely hidden from Michael’s view by Todd, rolled his eyes.
Todd kissed Michael on the lips. “You’re special,” he said. “I’ve never seen Darius fall for someone like this.”
Darius pushed in further.
Todd went on, “We’re all like brothers here. And you’re like a brother too. You’re one of us. You’re in the club.”
Darius slid in further. He was all the way in now.
Michael sighed. “Brothers,” he murmured absently.
Todd put his arms around Michael as Darius began fucking the white boy in slow, deep strokes. He began kissing him tenderly.
“Those cigarettes are good,” said Michael. “Can I have some more?”
“Of course,” said Todd. “In a moment.”
“I feel really good,” said Michael.
“I know,” said Todd. “And we want you to feel that way.”
Darius picked up the pace. He was close now. His first load was always his quickest.
Todd kissed Michael again. “Baby, wil you make me a promise?”
Michael nodded.
“Promise me that you’ll always be loyal to our brotherhood. Promise me that you’ll never betray the love.”
T.J. shot Todd a look. What the fuck?
But Michael only nodded and said, “I promise.”
Todd kissed Michael again tenderly. “You’re so sweet and special.”
Darius shot his first load into the white boy’s ass. He pulled out slowly and kissed Michael on the shoulder.
“Baby, you’re so kind and sweet,” Darius said. “Give me a kiss.”
Michael turned around to give Darius a kiss. Now his back was to Todd. Darius discreetly handed the lube over to Todd.
“I really liked that cigarette,” said Michael.
“You want some more, Baby?” asked Darius.
Michael nodded.
“Ain’t nothing but a word, Baby,” said Darius, who reached over to get the special cigarillo and a lighter.
He placed the cigarillo in Michael’s mouth. He held the lighter ready but didn’t light it yet.
Todd moved closer behind the white boy.
“I want you to feel everything tonight. Do you want that?”
Michael nodded. He was staring at the cigarette.
“This is our private bond. Just you, me, and my brothers. Are you down with that?”
Michael nodded again. Todd pressed his dick against the white boy’s ass.
“He’s…” said Michael.
“I know, Baby,” said Darius.
“But…”
“It’s all good, Baby. This is a special night. We’re all brothers. You’re one of us.”
Micheal hesitated. Darius flicked the lighter and held it a few inches from the tip of the cigarillo. Michael stared at the flame.
“You do want to make me happy, don’t you?”
“Yes!”
“And I want you to be happy to.”
Michael nodded.
“Let’s all be happy together,” said Darius, moving the flame closer to the tip of the cigarillo.
Michael nodded again.
“Okay?”
“Okay,” said Michael.
Darius touched the flame to the end of the cigarillo, and Michael inhaled. Todd slid his cock into the white boy’s ass.
“You’re so sweet and kind,” said Darius.
Michael closed his eyes as the angels began singing again.
“This is our special bond,” said Darius.
Darius put the cigarillo out again and got up from the bed. Todd gently turned Michael onto his stomach and continued fucking him. Darius headed toward the bathroom, but stopped at the desk to pick up his watch. He looked at the time and smiled. He showed the watch to T.J.
It was 9:30. Darius had first approached the white boy in the bar at 8:15. An hour and fifteen minutes. Not bad.
Darius washed his dick under the faucet and took a piss in the toilet. He paused for a moment to gather himself and then went back into the bedroom.
Just like Darius, Todd’s first load was also his fastest. He’d already finished, and now T.J. was taking his turn.
Todd’s phone started to vibrate. He got up from the bed, and Darius took his place, whispering sweet nothings to Michael as T.J. kept fucking him.
Todd grabbed the phone and took it into the bathroom, closing the door behind him.
He came back out of the bathroom. Darius looked at him with his eyebrows raised, and Todd nodded back. Todd turned off the bathroom light, then crossed the room to turn off the room light. Darius turned off the remaining light over the nightstand on his side of the bed.
Todd stood at the door, watching through the peephole.
A few moments later, the sound of a car’s motor pulled up to a space near the door. The car doors opened and closed quietly, and Todd pulled the motel room door open a crack.
Darius was on the opposite side of the bed from the door, whispering words of encouragement to the white boy as T.J picked up the pace towards his first climax of the night. Michael had his face turned towards Darius, so he didn’t see the door open and the three figures enter the room silently.
But Darius saw them. He raised his head in acknowledgment and flashed a smile to them in greeting as they began silently removing their clothes
Unlike Darius and Todd, T.J. always made his first fuck of the night last. He liked to take his time, work his dick around inside, and get to know the pussy.
T.J. liked to call it “pussy.”
So when his turn came to fuck the white boy, he took his sweet time before shooting his first load of the night. He liked to alternate between fast, hard fucking and slow, deep fucking. He liked to work his hips, gyrating them so the white boy could feel every inch of him from every angle. And T.J. had quite a few inches to feel.
“You got a sweet pussy,” T.J. whispered into the white boy’s ear.
Michael sighed.
“I’m gonna enjoy this pussy a few times tonight,” said T.J.
“Me too,” said Darius, from his side of the bed.
“Me three,” said Todd, who was standing near the desk.
Todd and Darius shared a quiet high-five.
The white boy’s eyes were closed when he felt the mattress near his head sag a bit and felt a knob of smooth skin brushing against his lips. He instinctively opened his mouth to accept Darius’s cock.
Or maybe it was Todd’s.
A strong hand rested gently on his head, guiding him towards the cock. It slid into his mouth easily, filling it with its fleshy thickness.
“Yeah, that’s it,” T.J. whispered into Michael’s ear. “Suck on that bottle while I make this baby inside you.”
Michael began sucking Darius’s cock.
Or maybe it was Todd’s.
T.J. was fucking him slowly now, grinding his hips with his dick planted firmly in the white boy’s ass.
The dick in the white boy’s mouth picked up its speed. The hand on the back of his head tightened its grip.
The man feeding the the white boy his cock began to breathe in loud gasps. The cock firmed up. The man moaned and shuddered.
The cock in the white boy’s mouth began spurting its thick, salty load. The white boy swallowed quickly.
“Was it good?” That was Darius’s voice from the far side of the room.
So it must have been Todd.
“I bet it was.” That was Todd’s voice from the side near the bathroom.
Or maybe it wasn’t Todd.
“Yeah,” said a new voice somewhere above the white boy. “It’s good.” This voice seemed to have an accent of some kind.
Michael’s eyes sprang open, and he turned his head toward the voice. At the same moment, someone turned on the light next to the bed.
The face smiling down at Michael wasn’t Todd or Darius. It was someone Michael had never seen before.
The first thing Michael noticed were the lengths of dreadlocks that hung down around the man’s face. His face was thin and angular. He had a goatee.
The man’s smile broadened, and the light caught a gleam of gold in his mouth. Michael’s eyes followed the trail of a thin gold chain around the man’s neck, which ended in a gold-leafed marijuana emblem dangling in the air just in front of his chest.
“Thank you,” said the man. “That was wonderful.”
“Remember that the next time we come shopping,” said Todd.
“Oh, I will.”
“Maybe hook us up with samples,” said Todd.
The man laughed, “Nice try, Player! I don’t do samples.”
“Aw, man!”
“But I’ll treat you guys real good the next time around,” said the man. “I promise.”
He went to his pile of clothes and began getting dressed.
“You leaving so soon? You’re welcome to stay.”
“Business calls,” said the man. “I can’t stay out of the game on a Saturday night.”
“Sure you don’t want some ass?”
The man laughed. “I don’t do that. But you boys have fun.”
“Well, thanks for everything.”
“Don’t mention it. You guys all set for the evening? You need anything else?”
“Naw,” said T.J. “We’re good.”
“Well, if you run low, just call. I’ll call Todd with a ‘heads up’ when I get down to my last few packages just in case.”
“You’re the best,” said Todd.
“Just doing my job,” said the man. “Y’all be cool.” And then he left, closing the door behind him.
Darius turned his attention back to Michael.
Time for some damage control.
The white boy seemed stunned. His eyes were wide and his mouth slightly open. A little rivulet of cum still dribbled from the corner of his mouth.
“Baby, you’re so sweet…” Darius began.
“WHO?”
“It means so much…”
“WAS?”
“Our brotherhood…”
“THAT?!!!”
Darius paused. You could hear a pin drop in the room. Todd and T.J. looked at each other silently.
Michael looked across the room and for the first time saw two other men sitting in the chairs. They were naked. And they had hard-ons.
Michael looked back at Darius, glowering.
Finally, Darius said, “That’s that man who gives us those special cigarettes you like so much.”
Wrong answer. Michael stormed into the bathroom and slammed the door behind him.
“You son of a bitch!” he yelled from behind the door.
T.J looked at Darius with his eyebrows raised. What now, Player?
Darius shrugged at T.J. and went to the bathroom door. “Baby, please listen.”
One of the guys at the other end of the room whispered to the guy sitting next to him. They started picking up their clothes and getting dressed.
Todd panicked. He went to their end of the room.
“Guys, don’t leave yet.”
“We’re just getting dressed.”
“We’ll work it out,” said Todd. “Don’t worry.”
The men continued dressing.
“Please,” said Todd, “Just a few more minutes.”
Finally, one of the guys said to Todd, “We’re not leaving. We’re just getting dressed.”
Todd calmed down a bit.
“It’s better for us to be dressed. If things get crazy, we need to be able to step outside while you work things out.”
“Okay,” said Todd.
“It’ll be more reassuring to him if we have our clothes on.”
“Gotcha,” said Todd.
“And besides,” said the guy. “Where would we go? Avery was our ride.”
Todd went back to the bathroom door. Darius didn’t seem to be having much luck.
“Baby, I know you’re upset.”
“Fuck you!”
“I would have told you, but things just happened so fast.”
T.J. looked at Todd. “This is some fucked up shit,” he said, keeping his voice low.
“It’ll work out.”
“It better,” said T.J. “I haven’t cum yet.”
“You will.”
“I hope so. That’s some good pussy.”
Darius was running out of ammo. “Baby, please just come out and talk.”
“Who are those men?”
“Just some friends. But they’ve already left. They’re gone now. It’s just us out here.”
Todd frantically waved at the guys at the front of the room. They slipped out the front door, quietly closing it behind them.
Darius shot a look at T.J. and Todd. “Let’s get dressed,” he hissed at them. “Just our pants at least.”
Todd handed Darius his pants, which he quickly pulled on without his underwear. Todd and T.J. put theirs on as well.
Darius motioned to Todd for Michael’s clothes, which Todd handed him.
“Baby, at least let me hand you your clothes. I feel awful about this.”
“You’ve got them?”
Darius said, “Yes, Baby. I’ve got them right here. I’ll hand them through the door. We’re all getting dressed, too.”
Michael opened the door a crack. Darius handed the clothes to him, and he closed the door behind him.
Todd got an idea. He went to the front of the room, and slipped out the front door. Maurice and Damon were standing just outside.
“Any luck?” asked Maurice.
“We’re still working on it,” said Todd.
“Man, I really need some of that ass. T.J. looked like he was having fun.”
“You’ll get some,” said Todd.
“Is it good?”
“The best.”
“Tight?”
“Super tight. Look, I’m going to need your help.”
They discussed things further. At the end of the discussion, Damon turned off his cell phone and handed it to Todd. Todd went inside.
He placed the cell phone on the floor next to the nightstand, against the wall.
Michael was apparently finished dressing.
“Okay. I’m coming out. But you bastards better not do anything funny.”
T.J. turned to Todd, “He just called us bastards!”
Todd said, “Chill. We are bastards.”
“Oh, yeah. Right. Never mind.”
Michael came out of the bathroom. He glared at the three men in the room.
“I can’t believe you did that.”
“I’m so sorry,” said Darius.
“It got out of hand,” said Todd.
“It was totally unexpected,” said T.J.
“Why were all those guys here?” Michael demanded.
“They just showed up,” said T.J.
“Yeah, right.”
“They just came by to deliver some more weed, and things sort of got out of hand,” said Todd.
“Sort of?”
“Baby, I’m so sorry,” said Darius.
“Don’t ‘Baby’ me!”
“You’re right,” said Darius. “I’m such a shit.”
T.J. shot Darius a look. Where the fuck was he going with this?
“I’m no good,” said Darius.
Now even Todd was puzzled. He looked at T.J., who looked back nonplussed.
“It’s all my fault,” said Darius.
Even Michael looked a bit surprised.
“I just…I just…”
Holy shit! Darius looked like he was going to start crying!
“I just wanted this to be…”
Then the dam broke.
“…a special night!” Darius broke down, sobbing uncontrollably.
Todd and T.J. looked at each other in stunned disbelief.
“Damn, Player!” T.J. whispered softly under his breath.
Darius continued. “I never met anybody as sweet as you,” he said to Michael, still sobbing. “You were so kind to me and my friends…
“I wanted you to join our brotherhood…
“Now I’ve ruined it!”
Michael was taken aback. “Then all that ‘brotherhood’ talk wasn’t just bullshit?”
Todd and T.J. looked at each in elation. They strained to keep their faces straight.
Darius stayed in character. “No, no…God, no!”
T.J. stared at the floor. Man, this was tough! He wanted to laugh so hard! His homeboy was fucking crying for a piece of ass! But he somehow managed to keep it in.
Todd found his focus and got his attitude right. He was all grave solemnity now.
“This isn’t about the sex,” Todd said with complete seriousness.
T.J. bit his lip.
“It isn’t?” asked Michael.
Darius took the cue. “God, no! The sex is nothing to us. That’s just how we bond.”
“Yeah,” Todd said solemnly. “The sex is nothing.”
T.J. covered his face with is hand. This was becoming too much.
Darius said, “Baby, you’re special…”
He paused to see if Michael would balk at the word “Baby,” then he continued:
“When I saw you there at the club, there was something different about you…”
“I don’t know what it was, but I was just blown away…
Another theatrical whimper. “I wanted this to be a special night.”
“Man,” Todd said to Michael. “I’ve never seen Darius fall like this.”
Michael’s expression softened. “Well, that was not a very nice thing to do,” he said.
Todd couldn’t quite believe his ears. Tricking a white boy into sucking off a drug dealer…”was not a very nice thing to do”?
But he just said, “You’re right. We were wrong.”
“I was wrong,” said Darius. “Baby, can you ever forgive me?”
Michael looked at Darius with a touch of affection mixed with disappointment. Darius flexed his pectorals slightly for effect.
A hint of a smile crossed Michael’s face. “I forgive you.”
Home base!
Darius looked at Michael with his best puppy-dog look. “Can I have a hug?” he asked.
They hugged. All four of them.
“Friends?”
“Friends.”
“Brothers?”
“Brothers.”
“Let’s celebrate our peace with a little smoke.”
T.J. lit one of the non-bundled cigarillos and they passed it around a couple of times. They returned to their places on the bed, except for Todd, who went to the nightstand on Darius’s side.
“I wonder if this light’s adjustable,” he said, flicking the switch.
It wasn’t, and the room blinked dark before Todd turned it back on.
A few moments later, there was knock at the door. Todd went to answer. He opened the door just a crack.
It was Maurice. “Damon thinks he left his phone here,” he said.
Todd opened the door. “You can come in. But once you find the phone, you have to leave.”
Damon and Maurice entered the room. “Everything okay?” asked Maurice.
“We cool,” said T.J.
“Why’s everybody so quiet?”
“We had a misunderstanding,” said Todd. “But we’ve worked it out.”
Tricking a white boy into sucking off a drug dealer had been officially downgraded to a “misunderstanding.”
Maurice went to the bed and extended his hand to Michael. “I don’t think we’ve met. I’m Maurice, and this is my brother Damon.”
Michael shook Maurice’s hand. The embarrassment of their earlier acquaintance was lost in the buzz of the cigarillo.
“You guys are twins?”
“Yeah,” said Maurice. “Identical twins.”
“I’m the older one,” piped up Damon.
“By a few minutes. But he never lets me forget it,” said Maurice.
Maurice put his hand on Darius’s shoulder in greeting. “Good to see you, Man.”
“Fuck that,” said Darius. “Give me a hug.”
Maurice leaned down to give Darius a hug. Darius gave him a kiss on the lips.
“Quit hiding over there,” Darius said to Damon. “I want my damn hug.”
Damon came over to Darius for his hug and kiss. He leaned over to Michael and extended his hand. “Pleased to meet you,” he said, shaking Michael’s hand and then following it with a quick innocent kiss on the cheek.
Maurice and Todd exchanged quick kisses, and then Maurice went over to T.J. and did the same.
Then Damon made his rounds to Todd and T.J. and finished up with a quick kiss on Michael’s lips.
When the smooch-fest was over, Damon said, “Let’s find my phone.”
Everybody started looking for Damon’s phone. Maurice was looking in the area near the nightstand.
“Here it is,” he said, reaching for it.
“Oh, shit!” he said.
“What happened?”
“I knocked it behind the nightstand.”
“Well, fish it out.”
“I can’t. My arm’s too big.”
T.J. turned to Michael, “You think you can help him?”
Michael went over to the nightstand. Maurice put one hand on his shoulder and pointed the location with his other hand.
Michael got down on all fours so he could reach it. Maurice got down there with him so he could supervise.
“See where it is? I think I knocked it pretty far back,” whispered Maurice, his lips just inches from Michael’s ear. His arm was resting on Michael’s back.
“I see it.”
“You think you can reach it?”
Michael leaned in, sliding his thin arm behind the nightstand. “I’ve almost got it.”
“Good. Keep going.”
Michael retrieved the phone and handed it to Maurice.
“Oh, thank you,” said Maurice. “You’re a life saver.” He gave Michael a gentle kiss on the lips. His arm was still wrapped around Michael’s back.
They paused like that for a moment.
Maurice whispered to Michael. “Hey, I just want to say I’m sorry that y’all had that misunderstanding. Darius really is a good guy.”
“I guess everyone makes mistakes,” said Michael.
Tricking a white boy into sucking off a drug dealer was now a “mistake.”
Maurice pulled in closer. “Well, he’s very lucky to have met you. I can see that he’s fallen hard for you. You must really be something.”
Micheal said nothing.
Maurice continued, “Anyway, these guys are my brothers, as far as I’m concerned. And I’m glad you’re here with us.”
Michael nodded.
“Let me steal one quick kiss. They’re all probably wondering what we’re doing down here so long.”
Michael turned his face to Maurice, and they kissed. This time with a little bit of tongue.
“You guys looking for my phone or for Jimmy Hoffa?”
“We got it,” said Maurice, as he and Michael climbed back to their feet. “Your phone, I mean. Jimmy Hoffa didn’t want to come out.”
Todd looked at Maurice with his brows raised, and Maurice gave him a quick nod.
Darius said to Michael, “Let’s go into the bathroom for a minute. I want to talk in private.”
They went into the bathroom together, and Darius took Michael into his arms. He gave him a kiss on the lips.
“Baby, do you forgive me?”
Michael nodded.
“No, I mean really. Do you really forgive me?”
“Yes.”
Darius gave Michael another kiss. “You really are special,” he said.
Michael said nothing.
“And I really did want tonight to be special for both of us. Maybe it still can be.”
Michael looked at Darius.
Darius continued, “Now, be honest with me. We were having fun together, weren’t we?”
Michael said nothing.
“Weren’t we? Baby?”
A hint of a smile tugged at the corner of the white boy’s mouth.
“And it really is like a brotherhood. When everybody gets comfortable and uninhibited, it’s like we’re all connected somehow…
“And you really are sweet and sexy. I’ve never been with anybody who made me feel like you do.”
Michael looked at Darius.
“I mean, the way I felt when I was inside you…Man! It was so tight and warm, like you were holding on to me. Please tell me I felt good to you. Please at least tell me that.”
Michael nodded.
“And the way you showed respect to my friends. Todd and T.J. are both jealous of me now. They connected with you, too, but they know it’s really between me and you. And they totally respect you for it.”
“They do?” asked Michael.
“Of course! What, did you think this was about disrespect? Did you really think it was just about sex? We’re brothers, and we share every part of our lives together. No limits. No secrets. It’s like a bond we have.”
Michael pondered this.
“And the thing is, we want you to be a part of that. We want you to be part of our brotherhood.”
Michael looked at Darius with a hint of skepticism.
“I know, it’s crazy. You’re the first white boy we’ve ever wanted to join us. It’s never happened before. You’re special.”
Michael looked down.
“And be honest with me, Boo. You did have fun with T.J. and Todd, didn’t you? I mean, you did enjoy them, too, right?”
“Yeah,” admitted Michael.
“T.J. do have a big dick, don’t he?”
“Yeah,” Michael giggled.
“I was so jealous seeing him fuck you like that. But I was also proud of you, too.”
“You were?”
“Yes. I kept saying to myself, ‘That’s my baby. Can’t nobody do the things my baby does.’”
“I never thought of it like that.”
“It’s true. When you show love and respect to my friends, it builds credibility. It shows that you can hang. It proves that you’ve got the stuff.”
Michael thought about this.
“You do want the night to end on a happy note, don’t you?”
Michael nodded.
“You want to put the misunderstanding behind us?”
“Yes.”
“You want to make me happy?”
“Yes.”
“You want us all to be connected as a brotherhood?”
Michael nodded.
Darius smiled and gave Michael another kiss. “That’s my Baby,” he said. “My baby’s a true player.”
Michael couldn’t help a small smile.
Darius said, “What do you think of the twins? They’re pretty cool, huh?”
“They seem nice.”
“There good people. Let’s go back out there and just have a nice laid-back evening. Okay?”
“Okay.”
“No pressure. No disrepect.”
“Okay.”
“No limits. No secrets.”
They went back into the room. T.J. and Todd were completely dressed now.
“Where you guys going?” asked Darius.
“We’re out of cold drinks. We’re going to get some more.”
“Let me go with you,” said Darius. He kissed Michael on the lips. “Why don’t you stay here with the twins, Baby? We’ll be back soon.”
Darius put on his shirt and shoes, and they left the motel room, leaving Michael with the twins.
“You’ve had quite an experience tonight,” said Maurice.
“Yeah,” said Michael. “You could say that.”
“Well, I hope you don’t have any regrets about it.”
“I’m still trying to figure it all out,” said Michael.
Maurice was sympathetic. “Well, you’ve certainly been a trooper. Not many guys can hang with Darius and his brothers.”
“I’m not sure that I can.”
“Oh,” said Maurice. “You’re doing fine.”
“You think so?”
Michael was sitting on the edge of the bed. Maurice moved over and took a seat next to him.
“Look, I know this is all new to you. Most people can’t understand the concept of a brotherhood.”
“It’s a little different.”
“I know,” said Maurice, putting an arm around the white boy. “But it’s all good. Really. There are bonds formed here tonight that will last a lifetime.”
Damon excused himself to go to the restroom. Talking bullshit was Maurice’s department, not his. He just wanted some ass.
Maurice gently stroked Michael’s back as he continued. “It’s funny how it works. When you share yourself with Darius’s friends and they share themselves with you, it strengthens the bonds between everybody.”
The sound of running water came from the bathroom. Damon was taking a shower.
Maurice said, “I hope I’m not being too forward by saying this, but you’ve made quite an impression on everybody. I think they really like you.”
“They do?”
“I think so. I know I do,” said Maurice, giving the white boy a gentle kiss on the neck.
“That’s nice of you to say,” said Michael.
“It’s just the truth,” lied Maurice, pulling Michael closer and nibbling his ear gently. “Love doesn’t need to be an exclusive, all-or-nothing thing. It can be shared without jealousy. And it grows when it’s shared.” He returned to a sensitive spot on Michael’s neck and began kissing and gently licking. It felt really nice.
“What should I do?”
“Just go with it, Baby,” said Maurice. “Don’t be afraid of the feeling. Let this be your special night.”
Michael sighed. Maurice was working magic on his neck.
Maurice gently pulled the white boy’s face to his, letting their lips touch.
“You’re amazing,” he said to Michael.
“Thank you,” Michael said.
Maurice opened his lips and began kissing the white boy in earnest. His tongue played with the white boy’s tongue, and his lips began gently working.
Michael moaned.
Maurice gently eased the white boy back onto the bed. Holding Michael’s head between his hands, he gave him another kiss and said:
“Let’s let this be a magical night. Let’s all be comfortable with each other. Let’s just go with the flow.”
Michael sighed.
“I want you to be happy tonight,” said Maurice, again kissing Michael’s neck and unfastening the top buttons of his shirt.
“It’s all so fast,” said Michael.
“I know it is,” said Maurice, moving down to one on Michael’s nipples. He began licking and nibbling gently. Michael moaned.
The white boy’s shirt was completely unbuttoned now. Maurice planted a kiss on his belly button and began gently unfastening the boy’s belt.
The water in the bathroom had stopped. Damon opened the door and paused at the entrance. He could see the top of Michael’s head, but Michael couldn’t see him, as he was on the edge of the bed facing away from the bathroom door.
Damon could see that his brother was well on his way to reaching home plate with the white boy. Best not to interrupt. He went back in the bathroom and closed the door. He turned on the faucet in the sink to sound busy.
Kissing and licking his way down to Michael’s crotch. Maurice tongued the white boy’s cock and took it in his mouth briefly. But he was really visiting the neighborhood with other things in mind. He continued southward.
Gently taking one of Michael’s balls into his mouth, Maurice gently sucked on it and worked his tongue. Maurice had already unbuttoned his own shirt at this point and was undoing his own belt as he continued lavishing attention around and under the white boy’s balls.
His pants finally free, Maurice lifted the white boy’s legs and began exploring his ass with his tongue. It was a nice ass, thought Maurice to himself. Smooth, tight, almost hairless. Pale, too. It would look beautiful wrapped around a nice black dick. Or maybe two.
Maurice stuck his tongue further in. He had a long tongue. Michael moaned. Maurice could taste a hint of cum. He couldn’t wait to add his to the mix.
Reaching for the nightstand, Maurice grabbed the tub of lube. He rubbed some of the cream on his cock and began stroking.
Maurice lifted himself up to a near-standing position at the edge of the bed with Michael’s legs on his shoulders. He leaned forward and gave the white boy a kiss.
“Baby, you’re wonderful,” he said. His cock was inches from its target.
“This feels nice,” said Michael.
“I want you to feel special,” said Maurice. “I want us to feel special together.”
He gave Michael another deep kiss, carefully keeping his cock from touching the entrance to heaven.
“Can we do that?” asked Maurice. “Can we feel special together?”
Michael said nothing. Maurice took that to mean “yes.”
Maurice pressed his cock against the opening. Michael’s eyes widened slightly, but Maurice pressed his lips against the white boy’s and probed his mouth with his tongue to silence him as he entered the white boy’s ass.
Maurice’s cock was long but not thick. It slid easily all the way into the white boy’s ass.
The white boy gave little resistence once Maurice started fucking. The sensation of his cock hitting the white boy’s spot put any possible misgivings to rest.
Michael wrapped his legs around Maurice and pulled him closer.
“Baby, you feel wonderful inside,” said Maurice.
The door to the bathroom opened a crack. Maurice shot a glance at his twin brother and shook his head. Damon closed the door again.
“Let’s change positions, Baby,” he said to the white boy.
“Okay. What do you want to do?”
“Let me lie on my back.” said Maurice. He got up and moved to the other side of the bed, this time with his feet facing the bathroom door. He lay on his back and motioned for Michael to sit on his cock.
Michael obeyed. It slid in as effortlessly as before. Michael began moving up and down on it as squeezing with his ass muscles.
“Oh, Baby,” said Maurice. “That’s it. Keep doing that.”
Behind Michael, the bathroom door opened quietly. Damon entered the bedroom, wearing a towel.
He approached the bed, standing just behind Michael.
Maurice saw him. He said to Michael, “Baby, I love the way you’re so giving. So generous.”
Michael kept bouncing and squeezing Maurice’s cock.
“You’ve got a special gift,” said Maurice. “It’s a gift made for sharing.”
Maurice gyrated his hips slightly. Michael moaned.
“My brother’s here,” said Maurice.
Michael looked behind him.
“Don’t stop,” said Damon. “Keep giving my brother that love.”
Damon moved closer as Michael continued moving up and down on Maurice’s dick. He placed his hand gently on Michael’s back.
“Yeah. You’re so sweet.” Damon leaned down and kissed Michael on the shoulder. Maurice gently pulled Michael towards him so the the white boy was now leaned forward as he continued to pump inside him.
Damon was gently stroking the white boy’s back. His hands moved lower, occasionally touching his butt. He leaned forward again and kiss Michael on the back on the neck.
“Isn’t this nice?” asked Maurice. “All of us together.”
“All of us together,” answered Michael.
Damon eased himself onto the bed behind Michael. He had taken some of the lube and was now stroking his cock. He was on his knees behind the white boy.
He leaned forward and kissed Michael again gently on the back of the neck.
“Can I share this special moment, too?”
Maurice looked at Michael. “Is that okay? Can my brother be a part of this special moment?”
Michael said nothing. Damon moved forward. His cock was now brushing against Michael’s ass and his brother’s cock as it went in and out.
Maurice pulled Michael down closer to him and gave him a deep kiss. He stopped thrusting and held his cock still. It was about halfway in the white boy’s ass.
Damon pressed against the opening and his brother’s cock gently. He pushed the head into the crowded space.
Michael moaned.
“You’re so sweet,” said Maurice. “Let’s all share this moment together.
Damon pushed in further. He was about a third of the way in now.
Maurice nodded to his brother, and they both pushed in at the same time.
Michael yelped.
“Is it okay, Baby? Are you okay?”
Michael nodded bravely.
“Give me a kiss.”
Michael kissed Maurice, and then rested his head on Maurice’s shoulder as he adjusted to the invasion. The twins both had long slim cocks, but the effect of them at the same time stretched his ass wide.
Maurice reached over to the nightstand and picked up Damon’s cell phone. He discreetly handed it to his brother.
Damon punched a few buttons on the phone and then held it behind his back, down between his legs.
He snapped a picture. Then another one. Then he put the phone down on the bed and grasped Michael’s hips.
Damon began fucking with slow thrusts, gently pulling and pushing his cock out of and into the white boy’s ass. Maurice joined in the rhythm of the fuck, both cocks going in and coming out at the same time.
Then Damon reversed direction, pulling out as Maurice pushed in, pushing in as Maurice pulled out, his dick rubbing against his brother’s as they began picking up the pace.
Michael moaned. He clenched his ass tighter around the two cocks.
Damon shot a look at his brother.
His brother nodded back. Might as well. No use trying to hold this back.
The two picked up the pace of their fucking. The tightness of the ass and the sensation of rubbing cocks was starting to have its effect.
“Baby, I’m close to coming,” Maurice said to Michael.
“So am I,” said Damon.
Michael grunted. The sensations were having their effect on him as well.
“Yeah,” said Michael. “Fuck that ass.”
The two brothers looked at each other in surprise. This was a new development. Michael wasn’t being so prim anymore.
“Okay, Baby,” said Maurice. “As you wish.”
The brothers starting fucking with more intensity, letting go of their inhibitions. They pounded faster, thrusting harder than before.
Michael squealed in delight.
Damon shifted his hips, grinding them around. His cock slipped around his brother’s. Maurice began grinding as well, and the two brothers’ cocks slipped around each other inside Michael’s ass like two lubed wrestlers.
“Shit,” said Damon. “I’m about to pop.”
Michael squeezed his ass again.
“Oh, fuck,” said Maurice.
Damon pulled his cock almost all the way out of the white boy’s ass.
“You ready?” asked Maurice.
“Ready,” said Damon.
Maurice pulled his cock almost all the way out as well.
Maurice kissed Michael. He was still on the edge.
“Baby, will you do something for me?” he asked Michael.
“What?”
“Count to three.”
Michael didn’t even ask why. He just did it.
“One…two…three!”
Damon and Maurice rammed in at the same time. Now they were both fucking the white boy furiously, paying no attention to what the other cock was doing.
Michael squeezed again.
“Oh…fuck!” Damon rammed his cock all the way in and yelled. He was shooting into the white boy’s ass.
“Shit!” said Maurice, who also rammed the white boy and blasted his load.
Damon collapsed on the white boy’s back, his cock still buried deep. Still pulsing. Maurice’s cock was still shooting inside him as well. It felt to Michael like two heartbeats pounding inside him.
They lay like that for a few moments, then Damon rolled over onto the bed. Maurice’s cock slid out with a wet plop, and a trickle of cum dribbled from the white boy’s ass. Michael rolled off of Maurice and lay on his back on the bed as well.
Damon picked up his cell phone, hit a few more buttons, and then closed it for the night. He set his phone on the desk and then, on a hunch, opened the desk drawer. There was nothing in the desk drawer, so he closed it. He moved to the nightstand.
“Wasn’t that nice?” asked Maurice, who was lying on his back with Michael’s head resting on his shoulder.
Michael nodded.
“Hey!” said Damon, pulling the drawer to the nightstand open. “Looky what I found!”
“You did WHAT?”
“I know, I know.”
“Are you out of your fucking mind?”
“I know.”
“You just left them alone in the room with your white bitch?”
“Yeah.”
“And you didn’t take the drugs with you?”
“I know,” said Todd.
Avery shook his head. “Player, I can’t help you with that. You know the twins love that shit.”
Todd looked at the ground. “Can you talk to them at least?”
“Shit.”
“I tried to call them, but they won’t answer.”
“Golly gee! I wonder why not!”
“Do you know where they might be?”
“I know exactly where they might be.”
Todd looked at Avery. “Where?”
“In some random motel room getting fucked up on your dope, that’s where they might be. Look, Player. This is your own damn fault. That shit’s gone, and it ain’t coming back. Just be glad they left you the weed. And the white boy.”
“Yeah. At least they didn’t take him.”
“Of course they didn’t take him. One less person to share your shit with.”
Todd sighed. “This sucks.”
Avery shrugged.
“Well, can you sell us some more?” asked Todd.
Avery looked surprised but nodded, “I got a little bit left.”
Todd handed him some bills.
“Player,” said Avery. “You don’t have to do that. Wait ’til I come back with the shit.”
“Okay,” said Todd, accepting the bills back from Avery.
“Damn,” said Avery. “That must be some good ass. You boys are spending a fortune tonight.”
“It’s the best. Sure you don’t want some?”
Avery shook his head. “I don’t swing that way. Not like Dex.”
“Who’s Dex?”
“My cousin. And my business partner.”
Avery paused.
“Wait a second,” Avery said. “Give me those damn bills.”
Todd handed him the money.
“I got an idea,” said Avery.
* * *
The rest of the night was a blur. At least it was for Michael. The others were more acutely tuned to their sensations.
Avery came by in the middle of things. Todd told him he didn’t have money, so Avery “fronted” him the drugs.
Well, Avery seemed to front him the drugs.
Avery doesn’t front drugs.
But the white boy didn’t know that.
It was a good night for the boys, one of their better ones. After they dropped Michael off at his car in the morning with a glaze in his eyes, a wobble in his walk, and a growing wet spot on his pants seat, they did the math:
Todd had cum three times.
T.J. had cum twice.
Darius had cum four times.
Not a perfect “ten” (that had only happened once before, with that guy from Argentina), but a very respectable “nine.”
(3+2+4=9)
And the white boy had gotten his two bonuses from the twins. Thieving crackhead motherfuckers.
Plus one mouthful from Avery. But mouthfuls didn’t count.
“If T.J. had done one more, we’d have a ten,” said Todd.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” said T.J.
“Didn’t do his part,” said Darius.
“Whatever,” said T.J. “I still say we should base it on amount.”
“Good luck,” said Todd. “I’ll let you handle the measurements.”
Todd’s phone rang. He looked at the display, “It’s Avery,” he said, and answered it.
“Player!” said Todd, “Tell me something good!”
They talked some more, and Todd hung up the phone.
“It’s on,” he said.
“When?” asked Darius.
“Next Saturday at Dex’s house. We’re all invited.”
“Cool,” said T.J. “When do we start on the white boy?”
“Tomorrow,” said Darius. “He needs his rest today.”
* * *
The houseboy padded across the marble floor of the living room and brought Dexter his pina colada. The houseboy did know how to make a killer pina colada.
Dressed only in a tight neon speedo that showed his bubble butt and caramel skin to good effect, the houseboy perched on the sofa armrest and began massaging Dexter’s neck as he sipped on the drink and flipped through the channels of the massive flat screen television that comprised the opposite wall. It was a new acquisition, and the picture quality was simply exquisite.
Dexter was going casual this afternoon, wearing flip-flops, a loose-fitting boxer-type swimsuit, and a guayabara shirt. The shirt was open, showing Dex’s broad chest, slightly (ever so slightly) softening belly, and matted salt-and-pepper chest hair.
Dexter pressed a button on the remote, and one of his favorite pornos flashed across the screen.
He grimaced and pressed another button to make it go away.
“I guess some things weren’t made for high-def,” he sighed.
He turned to the houseboy, “Which reminds me. I need you to get things ready for a party next weekend. We’re having some company.”
The houseboy nodded.
“It’ll be the usual sized crowd. Check the liquor stock to make sure we have enough of everything.”
The houseboy nodded again.
“Oh, and another thing,” said Dexter. “We’ll need to set up the camera in the master bedroom.”
* * *
Avery glowered at the twins. They bowed their heads in embarrassment.
“You stupid motherfuckers!” he bellowed.
They said nothing. There was nothing to say.
Avery rubbed his face with one hand in exasperation. He turned to them again.
“If you EVER do something like that again to one of MY customers, I’LL BLOW YOUR FUCKING HEADS OFF! I SWEAR!”
They were silent. But relieved. It meant that he wasn’t going to blow their fucking heads off this time.
“Darius and Todd are good people to me. They didn’t deserve to be burned like that.”
Finally, Maurice spoke. “We’re sorry.”
“Shit! Now you’re sorry! This is bad for business.”
“We’ll make it up to them.”
“Damn straight you will! I just need to figure out how.”
* * *
Michael slept all the next day and following night. He woke up at nine in the morning to the sounds of his telephone ringing.
It was Darius.
“Baby, how are you feeling this morning?”
“I’m alright,” said Michael. “I’ve been sleeping.” He felt a cool sensation between his legs. There was a wet spot on the bed under him.
Darius continued, “Well, I’m glad to hear that my baby got some rest.”
“I needed it.”
“So did I,” said Darius. “That was an incredible time. You really won our hearts.”
“That was definitely a new experience.”
“What are you doing today?”
“Nothing. I called in sick at work.”
“Why don’t we get a late breakfast?”
“Okay.”
“I’ll pick you up in an hour.”
They had breakfast at a little cafe off the strip. It was nice.
There really wasn’t much to talk about, so Darius mainly just purred sweet nothings most of the time.
Then his phone rang, and the sweet nothings stopped.
“Don’t worry, Player,” he said into the phone. “You’ll get your money.”
Darius’s expression had changed. Something seemed seriously wrong. Michael could hear someone yelling on the other end of the phone.
“We’re working on it,” Darius said. “Give us a few days. It’s alot of money for us. But don’t worry. We’ll do the right thing. You’ll get paid.”
More yelling from the other end of the phone.
“Okay,” said Darius. “You’ll get it by Saturday.” A note of barely suppressed panic edged into his voice.
Darius closed the phone. The person on the other end had hung up him.
“Who was that?” asked Michael.
“That was Avery,” said Darius. “He was just calling to check on something.”
They hung out on the strip together the rest of the morning, window shopping. It was a gorgeous day, sunny, but with just enough cool in the air to make it feel perfect.
Darius seemed preoccupied, though. He dropped Michael back at his place at noon.
Michael got out of the car and went around to the driver’s side. They exchanged a quick kiss.
“Is everything all right?” asked Michael. “You seem worried about something.”
“I’m cool,” said Darius. “It’s just that Avery gave us those special cigarettes on credit, and we need to figure out a way to pay him.”
“He sounded angry.”
Darius waved it off. “We’ll work it out.”
“How?”
“I don’t know yet,” said Darius. “But we’ll work it out. We have to.”
“Well, I hope it all works out,” said Michael.
“It has to work out,” said Darius. “It will be seriously bad if it doesn’t work out.”
* * *
The rest of the week was uneventful, for the most part. Michael went to work the next day at the video rental place. Darius called him each day on his cell phone to give him his daily dose of sweet nothings.
On Wednesday evening, Michael was working the late shift. He was at the back of the store restocking the shelves with returned movies.
“Hey! Don’t I know you?”
Michael looked up from his position at one of the lower shelves.
It was the drug dealer with the dreadlocks.
Michael sat there stunned, not saying anything.
“Yeah,” said the guy. “I do know you. You’re that white boy from the motel.”
Michael blushed and nodded.
“That was some good head,” the guy said, just a bit too loudly for Michael’s comfort. “You’ve got skills.”
“Thank you,” Michael said quietly. He was very uncomfortable in this situation.
The man leaned down towards Michael and said under his breath:
“But cocksucking doesn’t pay my bills, white boy. You kids owe me some serious money. I’d better see it on Saturday, or there will be consequences.”
Michael froze, terrified. He stared blankly into the bookshelf.
“American currency,” the man said. “Paper.”
He turned to leave.
“You can’t suck your way out of this one, white boy” he said, and then he was gone.
* * *
“How much do we owe him?” asked Michael. He and Darius were sitting on the steps in front of Michael’s apartment.
“Seven hundred dollars.”
Shit. That was alot of money.
“Well, how much do you guys have?”
“Not enough.” Darius sighed and looked out in the street. “Can you help?”
“A little bit.”
“How little?”
“Less than a hundred.”
“Shit. We’re screwed. That leaves us four hundred dollars short.”
“It’s all I have,” said Michael. “I work at a video store. I don’t make much money.”
“I know, Baby. It’s not your fault.”
“What will he do if he doesn’t get his money?”
Darius made a gesture across his throat with his forefinger.
“Oh, God!”
Darius nodded. “It’s bad.”
“What do we do?”
“We need to lay low until we can get enough money to pay him back.”
“He knows where I work.”
“I know. That’s a bad break. And he knows where Todd and I live.”
“I can’t believe this is happening,” said Michael. “This is a nightmare.”
“We’ll figure something out, Baby,” said Darius. “I’m sure we will.”
“But it’s already Friday!”
“I know, Baby. Believe me, I know.”
Darius paused.
“Baby, can I ask a favor?”
“What?”
“Can Todd and I hang out at your place until we get this worked out?”
“Okay.”
“T.J.’s still in town, but he can hang out at his sister’s house until he leaves town.”
Michael nodded.
Darius continued, “We’ll get some groceries tonight so we can lay low. Can you call in at work?”
“I can for a few days, but not more than that.”
“Okay,” said Darius, “Then it’s a plan. I’ll call Todd.”
“Okay.”
Darius rubbed Michael’s back, “And it’ll be good to spend a little time with you, Baby. We’ll all have some fun together. Just you, me, and Todd.”
Darius punched some numbers into his phone.
“Todd?” he said. “No, we haven’t worked it out yet. Michael only has a little bit…
“Chill, Player. Don’t panic. We can stay with Michael until we get it together.”
There was a noise on the street. Michael looked out towards it.
A green metallic Caprice Classic with dark tinted windows was cruising down the block in front of Michael’s apartment at a crawl, its gold rims spinning out of sync with the movement of the wheels. A powerful bassline reverberated from a speaker system in the car’s trunk, and the body seemed to rattle with a metallic buzz at each beat.
The car crept past the front of Michael’s apartment. The front passenger window was open, and Michael could see a dreadlocked silhouette behind the wheel as it moved past them.
“On second thought,” said Darius, smiling nervously and waving at the driver, who was glaring at him. “Scratch that. We can’t stay at Michael’s place after all.”
The car continued its leisurely journey down the street and disappeared around the corner.
Darius closed his phone.
“Shit,” he said. “We just can’t seem to get a fucking break.”
* * *
Darius and Michael went into the apartment together. They kissed.
“Baby, let’s just relax tonight. We’ll work it out,” said Darius.
“I’m scared,” said Michael.
“So am I,” said Darius. “But we still have a little more time.”
“Not much,” said Michael.
“No,” said Darius. “Not much.” He held the white boy close to him and kissed his neck gently. He massaged Michael’s back as he did so.
Darius was on cloud nine. This was amazing! He and his crew had never taken things to this level before. And he couldn’t wait to see Dexter’s house! He had heard that it was real nice.
And the white boy was totally falling for it! Avery must have scared the shit out of him at the video store.
This was too cool. And to top it off, the white boy really was a good piece of ass. Everybody agreed about that. And Darius owned it, or would own it soon enough. All his boys would have to stop calling him “Player” and start calling him “Pimp Player.”
Or maybe “Mr. Pimp Player.” He liked the “Mr.” part. But he suspected his homies wouldn’t let him get away with that. “Pimp Player” still sounded pretty good, though.
“Baby, I’m so sorry this has happened. My baby doesn’t deserve this stress,” said Darius.
“We’ll work it out,” said Michael.
“You’re so sweet and brave,” said Darius.
Darius kissed Michael’s neck again and squeezed his butt. This shit was making him horny as hell. He realized that he hadn’t cum in four days.
He kissed Michael gently on the lips. His not-so-little friend (Darius liked to call it “the Anaconda”) was straining inside his pants.
“Baby,” Darius purred. “Let’s go into the other room and take our minds off things for a while.”
So the three of them (Michael, Darius, and the Anaconda) went into the bedroom to take their minds off things for the night
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