Boyz

I think it can be agreed upon that both Tavarres and I went much further than we should have, given our fragile situation. We were boyz for Christ Sakes! We had been boyz since we learned to holler back at each other from our wooden prisons, or at least since we were pupils at Mrs. WandaMamma Preschool and Daycare Center. We went to school together, fighting over girls and sharing identical report cards. We even graduated together. Not like we graduated on the same day, but like he was literally right behind me when I went to grab my diploma because he was right there grabbing his. We even followed each other to the same historically black college and hooked up with a set of twins that was actually a part of a set of fraternal triplets. Because our girls were girlz and we were boyz, we all thought it would be cost-effectively fly to have a double wedding and be each other’s best man.

There was hardly a time we weren’t on the same page. Well, there was that brief moment in time when we considered pledging for different fraternities. Thankfully I got him to see if a man can’t be the Alpha of the tribe, he might as well Omega his butt back home.

We definitely had our good times, but we also went through our bad times together, too, seeing each other through just about everything. I let him crawl under the sheets with me when I found out that he was dumb enough to still believe in monsters. I hopped into bed with him when the loud thunderous clap of lightening scared the bejesus out of me. When his mom got laid off from her factory job and their cupboards were bare, we broke bread like we were brothers tossing peas at each other head. When it was a hard go at home, between my dad and stepmom, Tavarres just let me sit up in his room and play video games for hours on end, letting me be and working through the divorce on my own. I squeezed his hand at the gravesite when his baby sister lost her battle to Leukemia. And he let me sob like a baby in the back of his raggedy old Crown Victoria, when just the day before I was getting ready to meet my mom for the first time in my life for her to lose her life out there in the streets.

Even after we got through all that we still ended up shedding a few more tears together. First, when we found out we were swindled out of our life savings through a faulty business deal, and again, later on that day when we found out the duplex we were renting was robbed. If that wasn’t enough, after Tavarres and I started up a successful landscaping business, my wife had the nerve to take part of my fortune in the divorce only for it to come out that his wife, my ex-sister-in-law, was cheating on him with a washed-up basketball player stunting out the last of his NBA contract money.

I wasn’t worried about him, though. We both could’ve done better than we did but looking back on it we were so caught up in being brothers through marriage that none of the other stuff really mattered. So, as his best friend and former brother-in-law, I wasn’t the least bit surprised that after his divorce proceedings went through that Tavarres snagged him up a model on his way out of the courthouse, unlike me who made it rain with some of my rap connections at the local strip club.  

No homo, but speaking straight up on the real, the real reason I wasn’t worried about him was because my boy Tavarres is nothing more than a doe-eyed pretty boy with this long curly hair that the ladies all seem to go goo-goo gaga over against his very bright and shiny fair skin. Add to that being a hopeless romantic, I should’ve known that only he could turn a rebound into a second marriage. I tried talking some sense into him without crossing boundaries, but after he assured me he got her to sign a prenup, I was good.

I felt like he upgraded for the both of us when he married Carolyn on the shores of Hawaii. But I would be lying if I said I wasn’t blown out of the water when he mentioned precariously that he was still warming up to the open marriage thing when he took the number of some flirtatious waitress who seemed turned on by his new wedding ring. He wasn’t ecstatic about sharing his new bride with other men but being that she was so generous about offering up some of her phyne model friends, he wasn’t boohooing too badly. Especially the way she seemed to get off on him getting off. And with him giving her a short list of men to get it on with (which ironically most of them were high-profile athlete), he mocked that at least he knew what his wife was up to this time.

He spent months trying to convince me that everything was okay in his world. That he was having the time of his life screwing all these magazine girls. He might’ve fooled everyone else with his bragging, but all I had to do was look into his eyes and see there was a sad story behind him. This was especially true when he spent those quiet nights laid out on my couch, acting like he hadn’t a house to go home to. I guess those nights were catered to her and her lovers, which he was “glad” to point out whenever they made it on television promoting one thing or another.

Then one day, out of the clear blue, he showed up on my doorstep with the cheesiest grin plastered across his face, telling me his wife wanted to be with a regular guy. That she wanted to have a threesome with the both of us. I could see he was a little hurt I wasn’t nearly as excited about the proposition as he was, given we were boyz and all. I guess my thing was that while he had a hot wife, she was still his wife. We fought over the same girl, not fucked them.

After a few weeks, after they assured me they were totally cool with the whole thing, I eventually got used to the idea, too. On one end, I was kicking myself that the two of us didn’t think about doing anything like this back in college. So rather than marrying a couple of tramps, we could’ve had a real bonding experience in a foursome with our twins. On the other end, I was a little bit curious of where Carolyn would rank me amongst her athletic conquests.

As rightfully suggested, before the three of us even entertained the idea of a threesome, Carolyn and I needed our own time as man and woman. I thought I was going to be able to get it in and get it off the first time around, simply because I was a man that was weak for nookie. But the mental block came down on me hard the second we climbed out of our clothes. Even with Tavarres’ blessing, it still felt wrong. This was still his wife. Maybe it was because I was standing right there with her when my boy decided to dedicate his life to her. After a few flings, though, over here and over there, I started to feel like my piece was putting claims on that red snapper.

The night came, and I just “happened” to walk in on the two of them making out in their bedroom. I came behind her, and we got to it. The three of us had a great time, but I think for Tavarres and I we were surprised how naturally things came to us. Not that we fucked or anything like that, because it stayed mostly about his wife, but it sort of spooked us the way we were looking at each other from time to time like we were the only ones in the room. The electricity we felt when we reached out and touched the other’s dicks. The comfort we felt rubbing our hairy balls together taking care of two neighboring holes. What I won’t ever forget was when his wife was in my lap, riding it out like a champ, and he was standing in front of me feeding her his bone with his round ass in front of me that I couldn’t fight the urge of nuzzling my face between his honey-glazed cheeks.

I didn’t eat him out. I just breathed warm air over his hole causing him to heave, leaving Carolyn to believe she had upped her game.

I think we both knew we crossed some kind of ethnical line, when I came between her legs and he came in her mouth only for the both of us to enjoy the sloppy seconds of the other, enjoying the warmth and goo left there by the other.

We probably spent the next couple of hours after that dozing in and out of catnaps, looking past his snoring wife at the other playing sleep, pretending we didn’t share some kind of connection when we snuck off downstairs to raid the refrigerator.

“You don’t think Carolyn would mind us leaving her like that?” I asked with the innocence of a two-year-old boy.

“The way we put her lights out, she’ll be down ‘til morning.” He said grabbing both a creamy light-colored pie and some protein shakes.

We started eating some of the pie. And because we were sitting across from each other for the first time without the sex, for me it was like I was looking at him in a whole different light. It wasn’t like I wanted to do him then and there as much as it was the settling of seeing my boy naked, which after all we went through flustered me with a slight embarrassment.

It wasn’t like I had never seen him naked before. Mostly just in his underwear, with the rare occasion of catching him passing through on his way from the showers and the locker room. Oh, I nearly forgot about the time we came across my brother’s Gents magazine, and we had a jack-off competition to see who could beat off the fastest to the morose-looking white girl with the Double Ds. The last one to bust off was gay. We weren’t looking per se, as we simply caught fleeting glimpses. Well, at least, that’s all it was for me.

“Are we going to talk about it?” Tavarres asked, forking his side of the half-eaten whipped razzleberry pie with the chocolate crust.

“Only if you want to,” I said eating my half of the pie, noticing his greasy legs sneaking out of his partially opened robe. “This has more bearing on you than it does me.”

“Oh, really,” he said modestly. “Because if I recall you were the one pressing your face between my butt cheeks.”

“That’s because the center was winking at me and as shapely as it was, I thought it belonged on some big booty chick.”

“I’m a bitch now? Alright,” he said coolly.

“I didn’t say all that. You’re my boy…for life.”

“Oh, no doubt,” he laughed prematurely. “Back around the old neighborhood, nothing said boyz being down like blowing warm air up the asshole!”

“Fuck you,” I chuckled.

“Seriously though, speaking as boyz,” he said, choosing his words cautiously. “You’re going to tell me you never thought about me like that?”

“Man, c’mon, now,” I said, dropping my fork in the aluminum pie pan.

“Let me finish. I’m not talking on some gay shit. I’m talking about as long as we’ve been there for each other. Have you ever felt torn between your boy and your wife?”

“You?” I threw back at him, devoid of the question he asked me.

Tavarres paused. “I’m not even going to lie. There’ve been times throughout both of my marriages I preferred hanging out with you on your couch playing video games than coming home to either Juliet or Carolyn. Sex with my girl or hanging out with my boy, you figure out that logic.”

“Wow,” I said, getting the wind knocked out of me with a lot of truths coming at me at once. “So, in other words, while I’ve been thinking were cool, simply as boyz, you’ve been secretly waiting in the wings for something more to become of it?”

“No.”

“What do you mean no? You’re sitting there telling me after being married to two women you’ve rather be with me.”

“No, not the way you make it sound.”

“How am I making it sound?”

“You’re sort of putting it out there as if our friendship has been a lie, when in fact it’s because of the love of our friendship that I haven’t dared cross that line.”

“Until tonight, you mean?”

“Never,” he said sternly. “We’ve got nearly thirty years of friendship under our belts without anything popping off. What I’m saying is that I can go thirty more without it, as long as I know we’re good.”

“You’re talking a lot of back and forth. On one hand, you’re talking about our friendship being the most important thing, and then on the other hand you’ve invite me to your house to have sex with your wife? C’mon, now. Something ain’t adding up.”

“Look, as for that thing upstairs, I thought since it been a minute since you mentioned a girlfriend and my wife’s a nympho that it’d be a perfect fit. If she’s going to have sex with another man that’s not me, I would prefer she has it with a man I love like a brother.”

“I don’t know man.”

“What’s there to know? I’m not asking you to be my man or anything. I just think we got to acknowledge that something more happened up those stairs, other than the two of us DP-ing my wife.”

“I don’t have to acknowledge nothing.” I said nervously.

“Like I said, we’ve been friends for almost thirty years now, I know you inside and out, better than anybody you can think of, so I know when something is stewing in your mind. You’re going to tell me that in all the years we’ve known each other you never once thought about me in that way? Remember, there’ve been several days I’ve woke up to your ‘morning sunshine’ hammering at my leg.”

He was right. There was that one time I was laying up in bed jacking off thinking about some girl had a crush on when at the last second his shiny, freshly washed caramel cakes came into mind.

“Okay, I can see by the look on your face you’ve thought about it at least once. I’ll break the ice and tell you I thought about you in that way about three or four times.”

“Three or four times?”

“Yeah,” Tavarres said casually. “The first two times was totally by accident, though, both apart of this continuing dream back when we were playing football. It wasn’t anything sexual. It was just one of those things that made me take note with a brick against the bed. The third time was the night of junior prom when you struck out with Chantella Strong, and you looked so freaking sad. Whether it was anything sexual to it, all I knew was that I wanted you to be happy. Even if I hadn’t a clue about how to go about it. It wasn’t until we were in line and some of the brothers got that queen from down the street to suck all of us off that I mildly got a clue.”

“Huh? You mean that was a guy that sucked us off while we were blindfolded?”

“Yep,” Tavarres laughed. “Now I know a lot of girls that will part their legs like the Red Sea for nothing, but how many women do you know will give thirty guys a blowjob at random.”

“I thought we were blindfolded to protect their identity! And how do you know that was a guy?”

“Guys,” he corrected. “It was like one to every three pledges. I didn’t get the sleep mask-like blindfold, remember? I got a bandana tied over my eyes, and not very good since I could see right under it.”

“Wow. Obviously, since you seem to know about my first time with a guy, what about you? Have you ever messed with another guy before?

“You mean other than rubbing poles with my best friend just a couple of hours ago? Yeah. But it was only that one time, back in high school when I had a two-week fling with Coach Henry.”

“Coach Henry?!” I said shocked, thinking about the mean middle-aged man that nearly made me take a dump in my pants with his gargantuan size and ugly snarl.

“Yeah, but after the first week I wasn’t really feeling him like that, though. Not like I was into it like that, you know. I guess I started having feelings about you, and not knowing what to make of them. He was there, I was there—let’s just say in the end I got into something real deep real fast, and when he started to become controlling with it, I had to find a way to climb out of it.”

I looked at my friend again, for about the second or third time that night. Unlike before where it was something magical between us, this time it just felt like I was seeing him for the first time.

“Even if I did admit to feeling something up there, you might be against going down that road?”

“Yeah,” he said, “but not because I’m not interested. I would be lying if I said I wasn’t interested. But I can’t see throwing away thirty years of brotherhood away on a nutt.”

“Two,” I joked, referring to the action that had recently transpired.

“Well, that really doesn’t count, though. I knew full well what I was doing when I suggested that she share herself with my boy. You can bang her every day from here on out and it wouldn’t change anything. Get her knocked up, I don’t mind raising your seed. That’s how much love I have for you. But to risk losing you from my life because we share something we may not be able to recover from would be too much for me to bear on my soul. I can’t even go there.”

I let his words sink in, and I looked at him like I looked at him upstairs, unable to deny the energy that was surging through us. The energy I had suspected had always been there, but I was too stupid to see. Even when I found out my wife was a whore, that didn’t nearly hurt me as much as when he told me he was marrying Carolyn, as I had already made plans for him to live in my house for another year long, if not more.

“Come here,” I commanded standing up.

“Why?”

“Come here boy.”

Tavarres was slow to his feet but got to them just the same.

Tavarres was far from fat. He did have a little meat on his bones that seemed to be more distinct than it should’ve been the way his pointy nipples slightly hung over his soft fleshly flat belly.

Tavarres stood in front of me. I just looked at him look at me, and as if something else was just taking over, I put my lips tenderly over his.

I was so amazed at the effortlessness of our kiss that I hadn’t a clue of how long it actually lasted. Seconds, probably minutes had passed we broke apart. We were left breathless after that, not by the motion as it was emotional connection.

“You can’t be doing that.” Tavarres huffed.

“We boyz aren’t we?” I quickly answered.

The first time between us it was just a poignant kiss, but the second time it was laced with much more passionate and heat, pulling him close to me by his exposed waistline like he was rightfully mine, feeling his naked body through his open robe pressed against my silk boxers, the only thing I had on.

Ours tongue were wrestling, our bodies in longing. He was pinching my nipples like he’s known forever that that was my spot. And in return, I put his face in my hands just like I somehow knew he needed that from me, too. He was hard. I was getting there, but I wanted him just the same. I don’t know what I want to do, though. My body was screaming yes, and my heart was singing in accord. Being with his wife wasn’t the same as being with him, I thought through. My head, my head kept on reminding me that there was a morning after to this, so I don’t want to go into this hastily. I wasn’t sure if we were going to recover from me sleeping with his wife in front of him, and now if I went through with this that meant I would have to share my boy with his wife.

I had him on the large round sturdy table, leaning into him until we fell on it. His legs were wrapped around my lower back, his hands caressing the top of my upper back. Thank God he had enough sense to buy quality furniture. It was more than kissing for me. I wanted to taste him, be inside him. The way he palmed my chest, making a flimsy plea to push me away felt oddly right wanting to save our friendship. But my milk chocolate banana stuffed in his crack felt even better, particularly the way the top skin of my hard dry dick felt against something so moist and ready just for me.

“We can’t.” Tavarres exhaled, but his hands roaming my back told another story.

“Yes, we can.” I smooch his neck.

“My wife,” he panted.

“Not anymore.” I commanded.

My hand somehow made its way down to his knee, and I felt the small scar left there by a steel rod from when he fell from atop Mr. Livingston’s junk pile.

“She wasn’t there when you got that scar. She has never been—ever. Not like I have. Not like I’m going to be. And if we’re going to be honest, it’ll kill me if I got to share you with anybody else. Let’s not waist anymore time making the same mistakes as before.”

“Your words are sweet,” he said with my face on the other side of his neck and his dick throbbing between our sandwiched stomachs, “but, let me get this straight, you’re saying leave my wife?”

I pulled up, just upright enough to look him in his eyes. “Don’t just leave, divorce her, leave her with her athletes and make a clean break for it.”

“What about the house, the cars?”

“You of all people should know best that I got you. Leave her with whatever she wants…except this table. It’s going to become real special for the both of us in a minute. Maybe it’s time to face fact. We put up with so much from these women because in the end nothing else matters in this world but you and me.”

He looked up at me, he wanted to say something, but his mouth was trembling, and water was filling his eyes.

“What’s the matter, babe?”

“I’ve been waiting a long time to hear those words, but as I listen to them, I can’t help but wonder if we do what we do on this table how much it’ll affect what we already have. Not only that, are you ready for the world to know about us like that?”

“Fuck the world! Don’t you know I love you?”

He suddenly let out an incoherent moan.

I brought myself to find out what was going on, just to find out the tip of my dick was already wedged inside of him. I guess getting upright to look into his eyes made for perfect alignment.

“We’ve been through hell and back for me to let you fall in despair now.” I said, trying to easily ease up out of him, surprised I got more than just the tip in.

He reached into his robe, pulled out some lube and handed it to me. As I smeared it on my dick and the outside of his hole, he came out of the armholes of his robe, allowing me to feel all of him against me.

I reached further down his body and grabbed his ankles. I’m not much of a man for paying close attention to things, but there was no way to deny that my boy had some pretty feet. All I could think about was cupping them in my hand as I worked my way into his shimming ass, in which I did.

I heard him wince as I pushed in, feeling his strict hole quiver around me. I wanted to ask was he okay, but his eyes told me his story. He was just fine as long as I was there, going slow and tender. I knew this for certain when I felt the hard ring of muscle up there deliberately give way.

His ankles fell from my hand and kept parallel to my back, wrapping his arms back around my back, letting me know he wanted every bit of me inside of him. I let him know I wanted the same thing, taking good care to be careful with my best friend, my boy.

As I was going deep in him, it was like everything we had ever been through in our lives had led us up to this point. It was almost a mental shock that was so in tuned emotionally to him than I was mentally. Then it hit me: This wasn’t just some fuck. Obviously, I knew that on some major level, but on another I wasn’t sure what to expect it to be. Then it became clear this was untainted lovemaking on a level I had never experienced before.

I knew he had to have been feeling the same thing, the way he looked up with a teary-eyed smile and the way his hole just opened for me, like it had been waiting a long time for my arrival. His insides opened wider than wide, and for some daggone reason, it decided to close shop on my dick. It took me a minute to comprehend he was just trying to make it good to me, take care of me in his way.

I wanted to do the same.

I rocked my hips harder into him, and the moans he was able to keep behind his lips seeped through his teeth, in low gasps with his eyes amazingly tight. Even though this was a first for me, I knew he was feeling more than that. I was feeling more than that and I was on the other end, plus the realization I was in my boy like that. So intimate, so free. He had me paranoid for a second. Then I slowed down enough for him to open his eyes up, and I saw that that was just as important to him as it was for me, but there was a huge weight of fear roaming bouncing behind the back of his head.

“I got you, Tavarres.” I grunted, putting my name back on it. “You got to believe that. That’s on everything I love, which you know is you. Just let it out, babe. Let it out! Let her hear you. Let the neighbors hear you. I don’t give a shit. Even after this, they going to know we’re together.”

I balanced my weight on my hands. I saw he was fighting letting go of his inhibitions, but the prodding I was doing inside of him, even he had to give up his guard.

He was in the throws of the pleasure of it all, and I was relieved, glad that my best friend was letting me know how I was making him feel but quickly became mindful that we were on the still table. And the more he let go of his insecurities the less secure I felt about the table.

I picked Tavarres up off the table, never losing my place inside of him. His sweaty hands locked around my neck as I carried him into his den where he had a recliner, a chair I felt good about supporting us comfortably. As I sat down, I quickly realized the position before felt primal, but this felt totally intimate, totally right.

“Yes! Oh, God, yes,” he murmured, he just couldn’t seem to control himself, grinding against me as I sucked on his nipples.

There was so much I wanted to do in that moment that I couldn’t get where I wanted to be. My hands wanted his rump, to bounce him on my lap. He was most definitely hard, drooling with pre cum and straining for my undivided attention.

“No,” he hissed, as I grabbed his dick, stroking it as I bounced him. “No.”

My hands were in a perfect place, one supporting his backside and another milking his long slender pisser, coming down just right on his family jewels.

Tavarres was gritting his teeth; moaning and groaning his way through tremors that had manifested itself into liquid fire that just shot out of his body and onto my chest and abdomen.

I couldn’t stop after that. I just wouldn’t. I needed to be inside even more, more urgently. I needed his body to respond to me and the affectionate whimpers that were making their way into my ear.

“Don’t stop. Don’t stop. Don’t stop.” He cried over and over again, shooting some more onto me just second later, and then continued on with his ramblings.

Just like he requested, I didn’t stop. I bounced him on my lap, enjoying the best sex I ever had, kissing him and caressing him and looking deep into his eyes to reveal this secret fantasy.

“Damn, baby, I need you to cum,” Tavarres breathed between kisses.

“I’m about to baby. I’m about to,” was the most I could get out of my mouth, without loosing my breath.

“Put your hands to your sides.” He told me after some time.

I did, letting my hands fall over the other side of the armrests.

Tavarres just seemed to get into his zone and just started bucking me like I was his personal fuck toy. I tried getting a grip on him, but he just pushed my hands away.

“Just ride the feeling, babe. Just ride the feeling.”

So, I did, and the way he was rolling on me, it was going to be hard to ride the feeling without losing it very soon. I heaved and hoed, my eyes wide shut just enjoying this, my best friend.

I kept on edging the point of no return just to come back. I wanted to solidify our bond by emptying everything I had inside of him. But there was this other part of me that didn’t want it to end, not knowing what was going to become of us after this.

“Look at me,” he said softly. “Look at me, you told me we’re good. Thirty years, thirty years more.”

I looked into his eyes, letting him buck me like he had been. I felt his hole fluttering against me, before bolting down in all the right places. The sensation was great, but the comfort of looking into his eyes and knowing we were going to good after that was simply too much.

“Oh, Goddamn!”

I grew stiffer, my dick went deep in his ass and I felt every load I ever shot just jet out of me and into him.

I wanted to lie on top of him, but there was nowhere for us to do that, so the next best thing was for him to come down on me and welcome daybreak with our everlasting kisses.

Later, in that space of morning of ending darkness and the beginning of the sun’s light, when we went back upstairs, I think we were both spoofed to find Carolyn sound asleep in her bed after all those noises we must have made.

I wish I could say he went upstairs, grabbed his stuff and drafted her a Dear Jane letter, letting her know he was coming home with me. That was how I played it off in my mind of how it was going to go down in those final seconds before I came. But I had to be a bit more patient than that. I had to let him be a man about cleaning up the mess he made with his wife. I could be logical like that because, in the meantime, it wasn’t a bad consolation prize that he spent every night after that with me at my house in my bed, fucking and making serious plans for our future.

I guess I could be cool like that because I couldn’t wait to be his man when we spent the last thirty years being boyz.