Angel of My Heart

 I opened the door to our hotel suite and was just about to step inside when Damon seized me by the arm.

“Wait,” he said, “It’s not official unless one of us is carried across the threshold.”

“Oh, are you going to carry me?” I teased.

He jumped into my arms wrapping his arms tightly around my neck and his legs around my waist. Our erections rub together through our tuxedo pants.

“I love you Randolph.”

“I love you Angel.”

After a passionate kiss, I carried my Baby across the threshold to spend our first night together as a married couple…

That’s our happy ending and I’ve told you a while ago about how we began. If you do not remember, my name is Randolph Arrignton, two years ago at the age of 58, I found myself widowed and on the verge of bankruptcy. Desperate to regain financial stability, I rented a room to two young men, Damon and Kendrick. Kendrick was a narcissistic ass who took advantage of poor Damon who only wanted to be loved. Unintentionally, Damon and I developed feelings for one another, and very intentionally, we chose to act on them.

Two years later I found myself at Sixty years young madly in love and married to a twenty-five-year-old. It almost didn’t happen, though. Like I said, you know the beginning, and you know the end, but there was one hiccup in the middle that almost fucked it all up. Almost. Thank God that almost doesn’t count.

Chapter One

“Attention everybody,” said Damon into the microphone, drawing the attention of the guest who filled our dining hall. “I want to take this time to serenade the love of my life, Randolph. Happy birthday, Baby.”

He sat down at the baby grand piano and began to play the opening chords to my favorite song, Angela Bofil’s “Tonight I Give In”.

His raspy tenor soared through the room, leaving everyone in awe that someone so young sang with the passion of a much older soul.

“I remember when he would only sing in his room,” said Jennifer, Damon’s sister standing next to me, “You helped break him out of his shyness. You really are good for him, Randolph”

“We’re good for each other.” I corrected

She locked arms with me as Damon began singing my next favorite song, Prince’s “Noon Rendezvous”.

“I am just forever grateful that you got him away from that using piece of shit, Kendrick. I wish that Mama was alive to see him like this: happy, loved, and unafraid.”

“I promise to keep him that way for as long as we’re together.”

Jennifer kissed me on the cheek.

“I pray that that is a long time for both of you.”

The room erupted in applause when Damon sang his last note then stood and took a bow.

“Mr. Randolph, would you like some champagne?” Asked Dalven, me and Damon’s boarder. He’d been living with us for a little over six months. He needed a place to stay while he earned his master’s degree in Music. He slept in the room that Damon and Kendrick once occupied together. Dalven for the most part was a nice young man, there was just one problem, he was open about the fact that he had a crush on me.

“No thank you, Dalven.”

“Okay then, I fixed you a plate and put it in the microwave before all these scavengers gobbled everything up. I reckon your little boo was too busy trying to sing or whatever he was doing to even think about it.”

“Thank you Dalven.” I said, shooting Jennifer a pleading glance not to go off on Dalven.

“Only because it’s your birthday and I don’t want to make a scene,” she said when he walked away, “But at some point, I am going to cuss that flaming ass faggot out about disrespecting my brother.”

“Oh, I don’t pay him any mind.” Said Damon coming to join us. “Jennifer, if you could please excuse us, I need to talk to Randolph about something important.”

“Okay.” She gave each of us a peck on the cheek before going to mingle with some of the other guests.

“Let’s go to the bedroom.” He whispered when she was gone

“Angel, Baby, we still have guests.”

“That means we’ll have to be quiet.” His eyes twinkled mischievously. He knew I could not refuse him when he looked at me that way. I followed him to our bedroom hoping that our guests wouldn’t notice what we were up to.

I had barely closed the door behind us when Damon dropped to his knees, took my cock out of my pants and stroked it to peak stiffness.

“Soon as I begin, start counting to sixty; if you make it that far.” His hot, tight mouth engulfed my veiny dick.

1-2-3…Damn I was actually sixty today and I had a fine ass young man, five years shy of being exactly half my age, sucking me off…15-16… After Floyd passed away, the last thing I thought about was finding another love, then like magic, God sent me my Angel… 48-49-50… Long ribbons of saliva trailed from my cock and his mouth to the floor, his sucking had me up on my tiptoes , damn near hyperventilating as I was trying to fight my impending climax.. 59 -60… I yelped like a scalded dog as I unloaded in his mouth. I was sure our guests heard it, but damn, I couldn’t help it.

He closed his eyes and swallowed my cum savoring every drop.

“MMM, all those pineapple and pomegranate smoothies,” He said rubbing his stomach. Damon swore that my semen tasted like my favorite breakfast drink.

He stood up and completely undressed me, then himself. For a moment we just stood admiring each other’s naked splendor. Thanks to those long jogs and trips to the gym that we took together every morning, I had a six pack at age sixty. No longer able to fight it, I lifted him onto our bed.

“Happy Birthday, Baby,” he said wrapping his legs around me. “Now, cut the cake”

Chapter Two

By the time we had finished, the party was long over, and our guests had gone home. I am not certain how many left to escape the awkwardness of hearing our loud love making.

When we ventured out into the kitchen to get something to eat, after working up an appetite, Dalven, who was busy cleaning up after the party, looked as if he wanted to murder the two of us where we stood. Zoe, his Bull Terrior, lifted his head from where he had been resting under the kitchen table. Old Zoe looked just as bothered as Dalven.

“Oh, Dalven, I didn’t know you were still up. Just leave the rest of that, me and Damon will take care of it in the morning before we head out.”

“Mr. Randolph, I cannot sleep knowing it’s a mess anywhere in the house. Some young bitches are trifling and can sleep or screw in whatever condition, but not me.”

I squeezed Damon’s hand to stop him from allowing Dalven to goad him into a petty argument.

“Well, thank you. We will grab something to eat, quickly, and get out of your way.”

“The plate I fixed you is still in the microwave; Mr. Randolph and I wouldn’t let nobody cut that devil’s food cake that I made for you. They gobbled down that mess that Damon’s sister bought from Food Lion.”

“And you didn’t think to save him any of it?” There was tension in Damon’s voice. His sister had spent over $200 having a large piano shaped cake made especially for me.

“I would think you wouldn’t want your man eating all that lard, sugar and food dye. I know if I had a fine older man, I would be doing everything I could to prolong his life.”

“Pass me the plate, please.” I said still holding on to Damon who was becoming more and more tense. I’d never seen him violent but judging from a few looks I’d seen him shoot Dalven’s way over the past few months, I did not believe that a fully enraged Damon Carter was anything I ever wanted to see or try and restrain.

“You want me to heat it?”

“No, I cannot stand no reheated leftovers.”

Dalven went to the microwave and removed what looked like a mini mountain of food piled onto a plate: at least eight chicken wings , a huge mound of beef-a -roni, five crag legs, three meatball hoagies, two hot sausage sandwiches ,a pile of shrimp and hush puppies and God only knew how many deviled eggs.”

“A plate fit for a king.” Said Dalven handing the ridiculous amount of food over to me.

“Thanks, Dalven; look Damon, there is plenty here for both of us.”

Dalven looked as if he wanted to spit nails.

“You go ahead to the bedroom and find us something to watch on Netflix, I will get us something to drink and some plastic ware.” Said Damon. I was uneasy about leaving the two of them alone, but I also had to stop standing in the way of Damon standing up for himself to Dalven. “I am going to bring some Tupperware too; in case we don’t finish it all.” He called behind me.

Dalven went back to awkwardly sweeping in one spot. Damon foraged through the refrigerator and got us two pomegranate flavored waters. He made his way to the cupboard and removed a square Tupperware container. It wasn’t until after he had gotten two plastic forks and a pile of paper napkins from the cupboard did Damon speak.

“The thing I love best about having a spry , virile older man that leaves me with a sore ass , tingling dick, and a smile on my face every time, is knowing that there is a bitter, jealous ass bitch right around the corner that wishes he could be in my shoes. You missed a speck of dirt over in that corner.” Damon gave Dalven a coy wink before returning to our bedroom.

“I don’t want any of that food!” said Damon plopping down on the bed next to me.

“You know what, I am not that hungry either.” I lied dumping the contents into the large Tupperware container and placing it on the nightstand.

“Eat something, Randolph, he fixed it especially for you.”

“Damon.” I said pulling him close to me. “You are my Angel, ain’t nobody ever going to replace you in my life.”

“I know,” he said looking relieved, “I just don’t like him fussing over you like that and trying to make it seem as if I am some do nothing bitch that doesn’t take care of his man.”

“Let me tell you something, you are the reason that I am in the best shape of my life and happy. Plenty of men my age are just sitting around waiting to die. You are the reason that I live. You should feel sorry for Dalven, all he wants is to have someone who loves him the way that I love you.”

“Correction, he wants you to love him the way that you love me. I will be so glad when his ass moves out.”

“Three more weeks,” I sighed “It will just be the two of us again.”

“No more boarders, unless it’s a heterosexual or militant dyke.”

I couldn’t help but laugh. My baby was as serious as a heart attack, but it was funny as hell.

“No more boarders,” I said wrapping my arms around him tighter. “We’re doing fine financially. When Dalven moves out, it’s just going to be you and I.”

“I like the way that sounds,” he smiled, “Open that container, I am hungry. We might as well take advantage of the sweet bitch’s hospitality.”

Chapter Three

“Damon, it’s going to be alright.” I said gently running a sponge up and down his back. Damon sat in the tub with his knees drawn up to his chest. He stared at nothing in particular as tears rolled down his eyes. “Your boss wants you to take a few days off, but he has assured me that you still have a job.”

I still wasn’t clear on what had happened. I received a call from Damon’s manager at the sandwich shop that he was not doing well, and I needed to come and get him. I arrived to find him almost catatonic, probably not even aware of the fact that he had wet his pants. I was instructed to leave with him through the back so the customers would not know that he had wet himself in the middle of the kitchen area.

“I don’t ever want to go back there.” He sulked

“Baby, you love your job. You’ve been there for two years; they’re dying to make you a manager. Whatever happened today, they’re willing to overlook it.”

“Kendrick came into the sandwich shop today,” He began slowly “He had some guys with him. I didn’t want to take his table, but we were short staffed. He kept calling me slow and retarded. They kept laughing at me. I didn’t know what to do. I ran to the kitchen and I just froze and then I… I couldn’t control it.”

“Angel, it’s alright.”

“I didn’t really start talking until I was five. I stuttered until I was sixteen. Kids used to pick on me, call me slow and retarded. I told Kendrick about it when we were together. I Told him how scared and small they made me feel. He went out of his way to hurt me.”

“Kendrick is a sad and sick individual. He didn’t appreciate you when he had you and now, he’s mad because you didn’t die without him.”

“I am going to get him back.” He said

“Baby, you are better than that. You don’t have to stoop to his level. Angels fly, they don’t crawl like snakes.”

“I am so sorry I embarrassed you.”

“You didn’t embarrass me, and your manager assured me that no one else noticed that you had an accident.”

Damon heaved a heavy sigh. He allowed his legs to fully submerge under the water.

“I am going to make you a cup of chamomile tea.”

“MMM, with lots of honey and lemon, please and thank you.”

“You’ve got it.” I gave him a kiss on the cheek. Though I was certain that Damon was in love with me and no longer had feelings for Kendrick, I still felt uneasy knowing that he was back lurking around.

I had just put the kettle on the stove when Dalven entered the kitchen wearing nothing but a towel. I am not even going to lie and pretend like the boy wasn’t looking like a snack. Beads of water glistened off of his cinnamon brown skin and gave definition to his pristine physique. The shower had loosened the thick curls in his hair. I had to look away quickly to keep little Randolph from getting excited.

“Oh, Mr. Randolph, I wasn’t expecting you to be home this time of the day.”

“Damon got sick at work.” I said focusing on the boxes of tea in the cabinet.

“Oh, how is he?” He asked without the slightest indication of concern in his voice.

“He’s going to be okay. I am making him some tea; would you like a cup?”

“No thank you. Hot tea makes me sluggish and I have to work eight hours tonight. I need to go on and get dressed.”

“Okay, have a great day at work.” I said

I was still staring at boxes of tea in the cabinet when I felt his body pressed against my back and his hand reach around and grab my crotch. Startled, I turned to confront him and damn if he no longer had the towel on.

“I am going to be in my new place soon. You are welcomed there anytime.”

“I- I think you need to go and get dressed for work, Dalven.”

“Let me suck your dick right quick.”

I won’t try to insult your intelligence by trying to tell you that I wasn’t tempted as hell, especially since my dick was full on hard.

“Dalven,” I said sternly, “You need to get dressed and go to work and please don’t ever approach me this way again.”

“Your loss,” he said bitterly, “I’ll get out your way so, you can finish making that thing his tea.” He trudged out of the kitchen giving me a perfect view of his divinely round ass.

I shut my eyes, counted to twenty, and thought of every ugly mother fucker possible: Donald Trump, Flavor Flav, that musty ass chubby Arabian guy at the gas station, in order to get little Randolph to stand down.

The kettle whistled.

“Randolph, baby,” said Damon entering the kitchen wearing only a towel. My baby was not as impressive a physical figure as Dalven, but he was my baby and I loved him. “I’m really no longer in the mood for tea.”

“That’s fine.’ I said removing the kettle from the stove and setting onto a trivet. “Are you hungry; I can fix you something.”

“I just want you.” He said wrapping himself around me.

I carried him to the bedroom to give him what he needed.

I felt like shit watching my baby asleep, content, after a very intense love making session. I made love to Damon but in my mind, I was fucking Dalven. Three more days. Three more days, and Dalven, would move into his own place. He would be out of sight, I prayed to God that he would also be out of mind. Damon was the man I loved, and he did not deserve anything other than all of me: mind, body, and soul.

Chapter Four

The last thing Damon expected when he set out to take his jog was for Kendrick to be sitting on the porch. How long had he been there and what did he want?

Damon tried but failed to retreat inside the house and lock the door. Kendrick managed to push his way inside of the house.

“You need to leave!” Said Damon fighting the urge to throw up.

“I just came by to apologize for the other day. I am sorry.”

“Okay, you’ve said it; now go.”

“Really, Damon, I am sorry. I was just mad at you for what you did to me.”

“What I did to you?” Damon felt his adrenaline pump. He shoved his hands into the pockets of his joggers to keep himself from striking Kendrick

“Sleeping with that nasty old man just to humiliate me. If you thought I did something wrong to you, we could have talked about it. You didn’t have to sink that low.”

“Wow. You know what, I am not even going to have this conversation. Please go.”

“What could you really say even? I mean look at the situation you put yourself in by being petty and spiteful ;you’re still with that old man who probably cannot even get hard regularly and you’re too embarrassed to leave him and come back to me because you cannot admit that you were wrong.”

“Da Fuck? Kendrick, I don’t want to come back to you, ever. I am happy with Randolph and believe me, his dick works perfectly fine.”

“Better than mine?” asked Kendrick moving closer to Damon

“You need to leave.”

“You need to answer.”

“Kendrick! Get the fuck out of this house!”

“Damn, you’re hot when you’re mad. That shit’s making me horny as hell; let’s do it.” Kendrick pushed past Damon and headed to the room the two of them used to occupy; the room that Dalven now rented.

Zoe barked twice at the stranger who invaded he and his owner’s space, then ran past him, opting to delight in an opportunity to roam the house.

“Kendrick, I am not playing, you need to get out of here.”

“Tell me you don’t miss this body.” Said Kendrick stripping out of his clothes. Damon felt himself grow hard at the sight of the naked man before him. He hated himself for being weak, but more than anything, he hated Kendrick.

“I’m fucking you.” Said Damon icily pulling down his joggers, his erection sprang forward, venomously.

“Okay but use a condom.” Said Kendrick bending across the foot of Dalven’s bed. “I don’t mean any harm, but long as you’ve been fucking that old man, you’re probably full of worms.”

Damon seized Kendrick around the waist and roughly maneuvered him away from the bed and into the middle of the floor.

“AWWWW!!!” Shrieked Kendrick from Damon’s savage entry. It wasn’t the first time Kendrick had been penetrated, it was however, the first time that he had ever been penetrated by Damon, who wasn’t complying with any of Kendrick’s pleas to take it easy.

“Damon, Damon, I- I- ...” was all Kendrick could manage to utter as his bladder erupted from the crude pounding.

Damon pushed Kendrick flat onto the floor and stood over him shooting cum all over his back.

“Whew,” panted Kendrick, relieved that it was over. “I need a shower.” He got to his feet and was stunned to see Damon holding a baseball bat.

“You need to get the fuck out of my house and never bring your narcissistic, black ass back here again.”

“Damon, come on, at least let me get a shower, I peed myself and you came all over my back, you even got some in my hair.”

“Fuck you! I hate you Kendrick. I hate everything about you. Now get on your clothes and get the fuck out of here before I start swinging this thing.”

The look in Damon’s eyes made Kendrick repent from any notion to try and take the bat away from him. Humbled and humiliated, he redressed.

Kendrick’s brashness didn’t return until he was out on the porch.

“I am going to get you for this. I will not let a fucken slow ass retarded mother fucker like you get the best of me.”

Damon slammed the door, locked it, then slumped to the floor and cried. Zoe, stared at the crying man for a few seconds, then as if he had decided he didn’t want any part of the drama, trotted back to he and Dalven’s room.

Chapter Five

Damon wasn’t his usual cheery self when I returned home from work. He seemed on edge about something.

“Angel, are you alright?” I asked kissing him on the cheek. He bristled

“Yeah.” He said quickly. “What do you want for dinner?”

“How bout, we work up an appetite first.” I said wrapping my arms around his waist and pressing myself against him.

“No Randolph!” he snapped. “I’m still a little sore from last night.” He halfheartedly explained, not even making eye contact with me.

Something was wrong.

Dalven came home. Damon let out a very loud and quite unnecessary groan. Dalven pretended to not hear it and went straight to his room.

“Damon, is there something wrong?” I asked

“I can’t be fucken Mr. Sunshine every day!” He snapped. “I’m sorry, Randolph. I am just not having a good day.”

“It’s okay.” I said trying to figure out the right question to ask in order to get to the root of his bad day.

“Mr. Randolph, I will pay to have the carpet cleaned.” Said Dalven entering the kitchen. “Zoe peed on the rug. Damon, did you take him out at all; he peed a lot.”

“Look bitch, I am not responsible for your goddamn mutt!”

“Damon!” I said, stunned at his unwarranted response

“No, but damn, isn’t this house your responsibility, or are you just the type of bitch who doesn’t care about the condition of the house as long as there is somewhere for you to lay and get fucked at?”

Damon hocked and spit hitting Dalven square in the face. I knew Dalven wanted to whoop Damon’s ass, hell, I wanted to whoop Damon’s ass after seeing that sorry shit.

“Dalven,” I said wetting a dish towel and helping him clean his face. Tears of frustration poured from his eyes. He was .38 hot and I could tell he was a minute off of Damon’s ass, who stood ready for combat. I had no idea who was going to win, but I feared that there would be a blood bath. “Dalven, I am sorry. Damon is not himself today. Before things get any more out of hand, here, take this and go to a hotel for tonight.” I placed a crisp fifty - dollar bill in his hand.

Damon wrenched the money out of Dalven’s hand with such force, my hand began to hurt.

“Don’t ever let me see you put money in another bitch’s hand.” He warned me before stomping off to the bedroom.

The minute I heard the door slam, I put two fifty -dollar bills in Dalven’s hands.

“I am so sorry about what happened.”

“Mr. Randolph, it’s only out of respect for you that that I haven’t molly whopped that nasty little bitch.” He said calmly. “I’ma go pack an overnight bag for me and Zoe.”

I counted to ten before I went into our bedroom to deal with Damon. He threw the fifty -dollar bill at me.

“I don’t know if you have fucked, are fucking, or plan to fuck that bitch somewhere in the future, but don’t ever disrespect me in front of him again, Randolph, or we are going to really have a problem.”

“You need to calm your little hyper, combative ass down!”

“Fuck you! How dare you apologize to that bitch like I did something wrong?!”

“You spit in his Goddamn face! You Goddamn did do something wrong! I am completely disgusted because I never thought I would see the day that you would sink so low.”

Damon broke down crying. Mad and disgusted as I was, I still couldn’t stand to see him cry. Something was troubling him. Something had him behaving this way; but what?

“Come here.” I said pulling him into my arms. “Ahh, my sweet Angel.”

“Please don’t call me that,” he said removing himself from my embrace. “I don’t deserve to have you call me that right now.” He plopped down on the bed.

“Damon, what is wrong?”

“I guess I am still bothered by what Kendrick did the other day.” He said hanging his head.

I sat down beside him. He yielded to my embrace.

“You know I am here for you, Damon?”

“I know.” He said.

“And, I know you don’t want to hear it, but you owe Dalven an apology. That wasn’t called for, and you are a better person than that.”

“You’re right.” He sighed.

I kissed him on the cheek.

“We should do something nice for Dalven on his last day; treat him out to dinner or something.” I suggested

“You should fuck him, that would certainly make him feel better or at least make things even.”

“Damon; what the hell?”

“I am just playing.” He lied because his tone had been dead serious. Plus, something about that ‘at least make things even’, didn’t set right with me. I chose not to press the issue any further. I sighed and snuggled closer to him.

Chapter Six

Things had calmed down significantly by the time Dalven’s final day at the house arrived. He had accepted Damon’s heartfelt apology the day before and though the two weren’t besties, they weren’t on the verge of annihilating one another.

Since Dalven had to be up early to meet the movers at his new place, we opted to have him a special going away dinner at home. We ordered oxtails, rice and seasoned cabbage from his favorite soul food restaurant, and I made my famous sweet potato pie.

“Thank both of you so much.” He said. “I cannot believe this is the first time the three of us have actually sat down and had a meal together, too bad it’s going to be the last.”

“Too bad.” Said Damon with an heir of mock sincerity.

“Soon as I am settled in though, the two of you have to come by for dinner.”

“That would be nice.” I said. Damon shot me a hard look.

There was a loud knock at the front door.

“Who in the hell is about to tear my door down?” I asked annoyed as I got up and made my way to the front door. The very last person I expected or wanted to see standing there when I opened it was Kendrick, but there he was in all his arrogant glory.

“What are you doing here?” My tone must have been very violent because Damon and Dalven came running into the living room.

“Can I please come in sir; there is something important that I need to speak with you about.” Said Kendrick as if sugar wouldn’t melt in his mouth.

“I have nothing to speak with you about, please leave my porch.” I attempted to close the door, but he blocked it.

“Mr. Randolph I just felt that I needed to apologize to you for what me and Damon did the other day.”

“Shut the fuck up!” Thundered Damon, joining me in trying to shut the door.

“Oh, you don’t want me to tell this old man how we fucked in the room we used to rent? You don’t want me to tell him how you told me that you loved me?”

“You’re a Goddamn lie, I told you I hated your ass after I fucked you!”

Me, Dalven, and Damon all stood mouths agape.

“I am really sorry.” Said Kendrick.

“You need to get the fuck off of my porch before I get my gun.” I warned Kendrick. Content that he had done his damage, Kendrick left the porch without any further argument.

“Randolph, baby, please let me explain.” Tears had already begun to well up in Damon’s eyes.

I slapped him so hard he fell to the floor.

“Mr. Randolph, No!” Said Dalven putting himself between me and Damon who was still on the floor crying like a weening puppy. I don’t know what I had had in mind to do to Damon, but whatever it was that Dalven saw in my eyes, it concerned him enough to try and protect the man who had spat in face a couple of days earlier.

“I promise I am not going to hit him again, Dalven, now could you please leave the two of us alone?”

Dalven seemed hesitant, but he went to his room.

“Randolph, I am sorry, baby, just let me explain.”

“Get your shit together and get your trifling ass the fuck out of my house and out of my life.”

His shrieks were enough to wound the soul. I proceeded to walk away when I heard the loud banging. I turned around to see Damon, as hard as he could, slamming the back of his head against the floor.

“Damon! Stop that. Come on, come on.” I said scooping him up from the floor and carrying him to our room. As ready as I was to be rid of him moments earlier, I found myself holding and comforting him in spite of what he had done.

“I don’t love him; I don’t even like him.” He explained as I pressed the ice pack to the small cut that he has opened in the back of his head. “I did it to humiliate him, there was nothing intimate about it. I am so sorry Randolph. Please forgive me. It will never happen again.”

“I am going to forgive you, but I am going to fuck somebody else first.”

He realized that my someone else was right across the hall.

“Randolph, please, anybody but him.” He said grabbing me by the arm.

“I don’t think you get it,” I said snatching away from him. “You don’t get to tell me how to repay your fuck up.”

He clasped his hands over his face. I refused to let myself be moved by his tears. I got up from our bed and went across the hall to make things even.

“Come in.” Said Dalven, trying to sound as if he hadn’t been anticipating my knock on his door. Anger, hurt, and the need for revenge had my dick standing like a concrete statue.

“Mr. Randolph.” He said surprised and excited by the extension in my pants.

I walked over to where he sat on the side of the bed. He reached out and touched my erection. A tiny slither of guilt almost made me apologize and leave, but my petty side won out. I fully intended to fuck the taste out of Dalven’s mouth and enjoy second of it.

“You want it; it’s yours.” I said. Dalven got up from the bed and pressed himself against me. We kissed passionately. The taste of apple flavored Crown Royal on his tongue aroused me even more.

Dalven helped me out of my shirt. He marveled at my amazing physique. He removed his own shirt, our bare chests and abs felt good rubbing against each other. He pulled down my pants and boxer shorts. I couldn’t have been prouder of how hard and long my dick was.

“Goddamn,” he said staring in amazement. “It’s even bigger than I imagined.” He dropped to his knees and took me in his mouth.

I thought my baby gave some sloppy head, but Dalven had my shaft, balls, inner thighs, even the crack of my ass dripping with his spit. His cock sucking skills were miraculous. He took my dick all the way down his throat, several times without gagging even once. I came in his mouth and he didn’t hesitate to swallow every drop.

“Damn, it’s still solid as he rock.” He delighted “I can’t wait for you to fuck me!” He said loudly. He wanted Damon to hear, and quite frankly, so did I.

I bent him doggy style across the bed. I don’t have the words to describe how good his ass felt to me. He put a deep arch in his back as he thrusted his ass back against my dick.

“Damn, you’re in me deep.” He moaned.

“I’m about to go deeper.” I warned turning him onto his back. He opened his legs wide for me. Puddles of precum spewed from his thick and veiny dick as I buried myself deeper and deeper inside of him.

His muscular thighs locked around my waist. He locked his arms around my upper body. I was stroking him just right, and he wanted to keep me there for as long as I was able to last.

With every thrust his screams, moans and proclamations that I was fucking him better than he’d ever been fucked before grew louder and louder. Tears poured from his eyes, his own dick shot forth its climax staining my chest and abdomen. Sweat poured from both our bodies. He clung to me tightly as I came inside of him with such ferocity, we both screamed to the high heavens. We kissed again for several more minutes as my dick slowly began to ebb.

I sat up on the side of the bed. The smell of our sexual musk offended me. It wasn’t sweet and intoxicating the way that mine and Damon’s was. It was hot, acrid, and wreaked of pettiness and spite.

“I am going to see if I can get my deposit and part of my first month back tomorrow.” Said Dalven.

“Why?” I asked

“I thought… I mean after …”

“Oh no, you still need to leave tomorrow. We did what we did, but make no mistake about it, I love that boy across the hall, and I plan to work things out with him.”

“Damn, so you just used me?”

“Cut the shit. You have been waiting for air an opportunity for me to fuck you since you moved in, and if I had been dog enough, you would have been content to let me fuck you behind Damon’s back.”

“Okay, Mr. Randolph, you can go back to Damon now. Damon who fucked his ex in this room.”

“And I fucked you in this room. Listen Dalven, word of advice from an old head; you are a nice -looking young man and you have a lot of good going for you. Stop being a faggot chasing after somebody else’s man and get your own. You deserve so much better.”

I gathered my clothes from the floor and went to take a shower. I took me an hour to wash away the sex funk that me and Dalven had made from my body. I don’t know if Damon was really sleep or pretending when I crept back into our bedroom. Anger and guilt would not allow me to lay in the bed next to him. I took my pillow and the afghan from the foot of the bed and laid down on the floor.

My mind was racing a mile a minute. Had I gone too far? I was hurt by Damon’s actions, but I hadn’t been in the house to hear it. As wrong as Damon had been, his actions weren’t done to hurt me, mine were done with the intent to hurt him, plus I had used Dalven in the process. I was old enough to be both Damon’s and Dalven’s grandfather, yet I had been both reckless and childish in my behavior.

It seemed to take forever, but eventually, my mind grew tired of racing and I was able to close my eyes and fall asleep.

I woke up to those beautiful greenish brown eyes staring into mine. At some point he had lain beside me on the floor.

“Do you still love me?” I asked timidly

“Do you still love me?” He asked

“Yes.” We replied simultaneously and melted into each other’s arms.

We clung to each other as we cried and whispered our apologies and forgiveness.

“Am I still your Angel?” He asked with such desperation my heart almost broke in two.

“You are still my Angel.” We kissed. I felt myself becoming aroused. I pulled away thinking it was too soon, but he pulled me closer, assuring me that he wanted it. Dalven had felt good the night before, but Damon felt right.

“Sweet Angle Mine.” I whispered in his ear as he wrapped his legs around me. We spent the next several hours making up and reassuring ourselves that definitively, we were the perfect fit for one another.

Chapter Seven

Three Months Later

“Mr. Randolph! Damon!”

We turned around on the nature trail to see, Dalven waving at us. Walking next to him was a handsome older man who I could only describe as someone who looked like me only a half shade of brown darker. Other than that, he was the same size and build as me, had a high-top fade with a slight bit of greying in the same area as me and a full, well- manicured beard.

“Hi there, Dalven.” I smiled

“Baby, I want you to meet my former roommates, this is Mr. Randolph and that is his partner Damon. Guys I would like for you to meet my boyfriend, Rudolph.”

“Wow.” Said Damon in astonishment. “Pleased to meet you, Rudolph.” He shook hands with my doppelganger, then quickly retreated behind me.

I shook hands with Rudolph who didn’t find it at all odd that he was shaking hands with a stranger that damn near looked identical to him.

“Mr. Randolph, could you be a dear and share your sweet potato pie recipe with Rudolph? I need to talk to Damon.” Said Dalven linking arms with Damon and walking some distance away from me and Rudolph.

“Damon, I just wanted to apologize to you.”

“We’re good, Dalven, all that is behind us.”

“No, I disrespected and dishonored you as a man. I did not respect the relationship that you had worked to build with Mr. Randolph. I was wrong and for that I am sincerely sorry.”

“I forgive you.” Said Damon.

Right there in the middle of the trail, something I never thought I’d live to see happened, Damon and Dalven embraced. I became misty eyed.

“What am I missing?” Asked Rudolph

“Growth and progress, Brother.” I responded, “It was a long, rocky road getting there.”

“So, I shouldn’t be worried about that lingering hug?”

“No,” I shook my head. “We’re both blessed to be with two stunningly beautiful young men, who prefer us older guys.”

Damon and Dalven walked back over to us holding hands like two preschool friends.

“Well, me and Rudolph need to get going. It was good seeing the two of you again.” Said Dalven. “The invitation still stands for you guys to come to dinner. I really would love for you two to see what we have done with the place.”

“We will.” Assured Damon. “Just DM me a date and time.”

“You guys take care of each other.” Dalven took Rudolph’s hand and walked away leaving me and Damon in the middle of the trail.

“Um, was that odd to you?” I asked

“Not at all.” He smiled. “He has his Rudolph and I have my Randolph. We both have excellent taste in men.”

“So, you and Dalven are cool?”

“Yes, because now I understand what he was going through.”

“Oh, what was that?”

“The same thing I was going through when I was with Kendrick, feeling so empty inside and wanting so badly to be loved you will do anything just to feel another person beside you. I settled for empty sex and he would have been willing to be the side piece, both self -hating self-destructive ways to mind fuck yourself into thinking that you’re content with that sort of thing. I was blessed to find you and it looks like Dalven was blessed to find him.”

I kissed him right there in the middle of the trail. I could not have been more in love with him in that moment if I had tried. He was so beautiful inside and out.

“You know there are a lot of woods around us.” He said, those eyes twinkling mischievously.

“Boy, I was younger than you are now the last time I fucked in the woods.”

“Well, I’ve never fucked in the woods before, I would love to really become one with nature with you.”

We found an area far off from the trail where we were least likely to be discovered. Our bodies entangled on the floor of the forest. Our moans and growls startled birds and butterflies sending them scattering.

“Be gentle.” I said holding myself open for my Angel to enter me for the first time. It had been a long, long time since I’d had another man inside of me. It hurt, but I was willing to endure every bit of the pain.

Our kisses were feverish. We damn near devoured one another. I wrapped my legs around his waist. I raked my nails down his back. He rolled me over onto my side and fucked me while stroking my dick with his left hand. My body was on fire. He alternated between sucking on my neck and nibbling on my ear. It felt so good, all I could do was cry. My baby was coming into his manhood there in the woods inside of me.

“Say it, Randolph! Say it!” He demanded as he stroked my dick and fucked my ass at a maddening pace.

“My – My Angel” I stammered as my cock erupted spraying the grass with my seed. “Sweet -Sweet Angel Mine.” He filled me up with his climax. I pulled him on top of me into an embrace. We kissed.

“Marry me.” He said, those beautiful eyes staring intensely into mine. “Please make my life complete and marry me, Randolph.”

“You promise to be my Angel for eternity?”

“I promise.”

“Yes, I will be honored to marry you, Damon Carter. I love you more than I can even find the words to describe.”

Once again, we found ourselves passionately entangled on the forest floor.

Chapter Eight

(Five Months Later)

“Thanks each and every one of you who to be a part of the best day of my life.” Said Damon. The Reception hall of the Grecian Plaza Hotel erupted with applause from our guests who had moments earlier seen me and my Angel take our vows. “I want to do a song for someone special, someone who isn’t here in person, but I know she’s here in spirit.” Damon lovingly glanced at the portrait of the beautiful lady that hung on an easel by the piano. Her greenish brown eyes had the same twinkle as his.

“Mama, your Angel is happy, your Angel is loved, and your Angel is no longer afraid to sing.” He sat down at the piano. “She used to sing this to me whenever I had a bad day at school and wanted to hide from the world.”

He broke into a beautiful rendition of Rod Stewart’s “Have I Told You Lately that I Love You?” His raspy tenor had the whole room in tears.

“Oh My God, he almost sounds like Mama.” Said Jenifer. “She was an alto, but her voice had that raspy tone to it.”

I wrapped my arms around her and allowed her to cry on my shoulder.

“Now I know Mama’s resting well.” She said.

“Judging by her children, she was an extraordinary lady.”

“Thank you so much, Randolph.”

Applause filled the room when Damon finished the song.

“I want to bring my wonderful Husband and a couple of our friends up here to do one more song for you all; Randolph, Dalven, Rudy.”

The three of us joined him at the piano. Over the past several months the four of us became genuine friends who enjoyed each other’s company. All of us being musical savants, we’d enjoyed many evenings playing and singing everything from old school RnB to classical pieces. Damon played the opening chords to “There’s Nothing Better than Love” By Luther Vandross and Gregory Hines.

I was misty eyed as it crossed my mind that Luther , a gay black man , who sang so many beautiful love songs, left this world without ever experiencing something as beautiful as what me and my baby had or what Dalven and Rudolph shared: real love between two black men out in the open and unapologetic.

“So, let yourself reach for that star and go no matter how far too the one you love…” (Vandross &Anderson, 1986)

I opened the door to our hotel suite and was just about to step inside when Damon seized me by the arm.

“Wait,” he said, “It’s not official unless one of us is carried across the threshold.”

“Oh, are you going to carry me?” I teased.

He jumped into my arms wrapping his arms tightly around my neck and his legs around my waist. Our erections rub together through our tuxedo pants.

“I love you Randolph.”

“I love you Angel.”

After a passionate kiss, I carried my Baby across the threshold to spend our first night together as a married couple.

The End

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