Swirl

Chapter One

Neither Rayshun Lewis nor his boyfriend, Alec Weis, cared that they were being watched. The men’s room at the gas station did not have stalls, only urinals, so the man who had long finished urinating, couldn’t help but stare and marvel at the way Rayshun’s long and thick cock disappeared in Alec’s mouth.

“Oh shit! I’ma cum!” announced Rayshun. Alec’s sucking became ferocious as Rayshun exploded in his mouth causing streams of spit and semen to spill out the front and both sides of Alec’s mouth. “Damn, baby.” Rayshun helped him to his feet and pulled him into his embrace.

“Your turn next stop.” Reminded Alec.

“I got you, Bae”

“Goddamn!” said the man at the urinal, getting their attention. “Ain’t nothing gay about me, but that shit was hot.” He showed them his raging erect penis. “That white boy got a hellafied throat, yo.” He spat into his hands and shamelessly began to stroke himself. “Goddamn! that shit was hot.”

“Good luck with that.” Said Rayshun grabbing Alec by the hand and hurrying out of the bathroom.

Alec secretly wished they had stayed and watched the stranger finish. Ever since middle school Alec had had a thing for black guys with really big dicks. The stranger reminded Alec of a boy named Jabari that he used to fuck back in high school. Like Jabari, the stranger had been tall, dark brown, wore his hair in cornrows, and had a dangerously huge shlong.

“The next place had better have stalls.” Said Rayshun once they were inside of Alec’s Lincoln Continental.

As soon as he started the car Alec began to feel somber. The reality of why he and his boyfriend were heading to West Virginia had hit him all over again,

“Baby, are you okay?” asked Rayshun

“Not really.” He said pulling out of the gas station. “I haven’t seen my Father or my Grandmother since I was 12-years- old, that’s almost ten years.”

“You had no control over that.”

“I had no control up until the age of eighteen. Nineteen, twenty, twenty-one damn near twenty-two, I could have made the effort to at least go and visit my Grandmother, but I was so angry at my Dad and now she’s gone.”

“You cannot beat yourself up over that. Your Grandmother is gone and that is unfortunate, but you have the opportunity to make things right with your Dad. Isn’t this what this trip is mainly for?”

“Yeah.” Alec did a deep exhale. “He is supposed to tell me why he abandoned me, my Mama, and Kaylie.”

“Your Mom never told you?”

“No. One day when I was twelve, Dad was gone and Mama and Kaylie have been on a Dad ain’t shit rampage ever since, but neither has ever told me why.”

“That’s messed up.”

“We have been together for two years; you haven’t figured out yet that everything about my family is messed up?”

“Not to compare war wounds”, said Rayshun “But next to my real family and some of the foster families I’ve lived with, your family seems damn normal.”

“Goddamn, I would hate to know what you consider abnormal.”

“Trust me, I have seen and experienced some abnormal shit, but again, I don’t want to compare war wounds.” Rayshun had begun to itch. He never felt comfortable when Alec complained about his family’s dysfunction only because to Rayshun, Alec came across more as a spoiled ass white boy than an actual victim. In none of Alec’s poor pitiful me stories had there been a single mention of a strung out parent, molestation, physical abuse, starvation, being passed from home to home, or having to have sex with strangers in order to get enough money to buy a two piece and a biscuit ; all things that were not very distant in Rayshun’s past.

Alec’s cellphone rang from its holder on the dashboard. Alec commanded it to pick up.

“Hi guys!” Kaylie’s voice filled the car

“Hi Kaylie.” said Rayshun, Alec did not return the salutation.

“How far are you from West Virginia?”

“Still three or so more hours before we get there,” said Alec “We started out pretty late. We’ll probably stop and spend the night at a hotel within the next hour and finish the trip in the morning.”

“I think that is a wise thing to do. It’s getting dark and people drive like maniacs.”

“You know it would have been nice had you, Brian and the kids tagged along. Aunt Ashley said that there was plenty of room.”

“I don’t fuck with that woman and I wouldn’t dare bring my husband and children around Daddy after the shit that he did.”

“You could have come to pay respects to Grandma.”

“Ugh! I haven’t seen her in ten years, my children and my husband never met her. There was no point in us going, besides, Relay for Life is this weekend and Brian, the kids and I always participate.”

“Priorities.” Huffed Alec.

“Well, I just wanted to check on you two and to tell you, Alec, not to allow those people’s bullshit to tarnish your image of your real family.”

“Goodnight, Kaylie, give my love to Brian and the kids.” Alec ended the call before she had a chance to respond. “Fucken bitch.”

“Hey, that’s your sister.”

“And my sister is a fucken bitch.”

Rayshun shook his head and set his focus on the road ahead.

The phone rang again, this time it was Alec’s Mother. Rayshun’s body tensed as a red-faced Alec gripped the stirring wheel so tight his knuckles appeared as white as alabaster and screamed, “Fucken Answer it !!!”

Chapter Two

Dorian Weis was grateful that his lover, Olivier, walked into their bedroom fresh from the shower and wrapped only in a towel. The impending sex was the thing he needed to stop his mind, if only for a few moments, from focusing on all the other shit that was going on in his life. In a few hours, he would lay eyes on his son for the first time in a decade and then lay his mother to rest.

The latter he was prepared for. He had had six long months to reconcile the fact that his Mother wasn’t getting any better and it was unlikely that she would live to see an entire year. The former, reconnecting with his son after so much time had him scared shitless. What had Julie, his ex-wife, and her Minnie Me, Kaylie told Alec about him over the years? Whatever it was, Dorian was certain that it didn’t include the fact that all of letters he had sent to Alec while he was in prison were returned unopened for two years and then Julie served him with a Do Not Contact Order.

Olivier’s medium brown skin had golden undertones and looked like high grade honey to Dorian. Olivier’s cornrows glistened from the spray in moisturizer that smelled like tropical fruit. Olivier let his towel drop to the floor and instantly, Dorian was hard. Olivier slipped under the cover and pressed his clean, naked body against Dorian’s.

Dorian savored Olivier’s smell, his body, and his overall beauty. At 25, Olivier, was half Dorian’s age. Dorian wanted very much to believe it wasn’t a fetish that he found young, athletically built black boys irresistible. His attraction, (Not a fetish! Not a fetish!), had cost him both his marriage and his freedom.

In the summer of 2011, Dorian Weis could not help but notice the influx of young black male bodies in his small hometown of Watch, North Carolina. They walked around shirtless, even in grocery stores and fast food restaurants, their fitted jeans hung very low, giving all who desired to see, the sight of plump, muscular asses that appeared ornamental stretched inside of various colors and patterns of boxer shorts and briefs.

The most intriguing were the ones who hung around outside of the Watch Motel. Dorian passed it every day on the way to and from his comfortable job at Werner Real Estate, comfortable because his father -in -law, Kip Werner was owner and CEO. Dorian was grateful for the job but hated that for the past eighteen years his wife, Julie, felt the need to remind him daily how fortunate he was that her father had allowed him to work for his agency as if Dorian’s hard work and almost perfect sales record didn’t benefit her Father’s business one bit.

The boys at the Motel had become an escape for Dorian. At least three times a week he would rent a room, and for fifty, no greater than one hundred dollars, he got to delight in their hard, young bodies, their hip language, and their eagerness to please and be pleased by him. Hearing them genuinely declare that they weren’t aware that white men’s dicks were as large as Dorian’s had him over the moon, especially when one of them begged Dorian to fuck him again and didn’t want to be compensated for it.

It never once occurred to Dorian that any of them might have been underage. Sure, there was one they called Lil’ Ray that Dorian was particularly fond of, but he assumed that he like the umpteen rappers on BET liked the name Lil’ or Little. It had been Lil Ray who warned him to be careful, cops were watching that hotel hoping to bust drug dealers, pimps, and pedos. After that night Lil Ray disappeared from the scene and none of the trade knew where he had gone , because frankly, none of them knew where he had come from, but all were glad that he was gone because they suspected that he was underage and they did not want to be held liable for shit that might have happened to him. When the motel was raided a week later , Dorian was fortunate that the two stallions in his room were 17 and 21 , but the gallon sized bag of cocaine that was not his but had his finger prints all over it made for a more compelling case that a wealthy white man was providing two poor, young , black males with drugs in exchange for sexual favors. The image of him being escorted from the motel in handcuffs wearing nothing but a black mesh thong was plastered across the front page of the local newspaper. He was ruined. Julie wasted no time changing the locks to the house and the home phone number. He made bail only to come home and discover that his key no longer fit into the door of the house that he had paid for. His knocks and demands to be let in were ignored. In a moment that was utterly surreal he heard his 18-year – old daughter, Kaylie, call 911 and franticly declare that a dangerous, drug dealing sex offender was at the door threatening her and her Mother and Little Brother.

He took a plea deal. He copped to possession with intent to sell. He dodged a huge bullet on any sex offender charges because the 17- year -old vehemently denied that anything sexual had taken place. He was sentenced to 15 years and served eight.

Dorian tightly gripped Olivier’s ass as he buried his dick deep inside of Olivier one final time and came. The nut had relaxed him as he hoped that it would. He closed his eyes and inhaled the sweet and delightful aromas that came from Olivier, who had started to fall asleep in Dorian’s arms. The tropical sent of his hair, the smell of strawberry Starburst on his breath, the smell of lavender and shea butter from his body wash mixed with the slightly pungent funk of their love making almost had Dorian aroused and ready to go again, but he thought it to was better to let him sleep.

Dorian wrapped his arms tighter around his slumbering mate. Everything was so peaceful. Tomorrow it would not be once he told Olivier that he did not want him to be at the house while his son was visiting.

Chapter Three

“Bae, I am sorry.” Apologized Alec. Rayshun continued to stare out the passenger side window. “Rayshun! What I did was really fucked up and insensitive and I am sorry!”

Alec had begun to use that frighteningly aggressive tone again. Rayshun moved closer to the door and gripped the handle. He would throw himself out of the moving car before he allowed himself to be violated again.

It all began with the phone call from Alec’s Mother, Julie. The call was toxic from start to finish:

“Mother what, I am trying to concentrate on the road.”

“Do not take that tone with me. Who bought you that car and pays the insurance?”

“Kiss my ass, I will give you your fucken car back the minute that I return from West Virginia and you can shove it up your uptight ass.”

“Oh, you think you’re hot shit now that your Father has finally gotten around to wanting to have something to do with you again. Well, he hasn’t got a pot to piss in or a window to throw it out of, I guarantee his mother left everything to Ashely because your father would fuck every dime of it up on is extracurricular activities. He’s going to wind up back in prison, he’s too far in the gutter not to, and you seem hell bent on going in the gutter with him. Well I wash my hands of both of you.”

“Fuck you, you pompous, arrogant, cunt bucket bitch!”

“Jesus, Alec, that’s your Mama.” Said Rayshun disgusted.

“See Rayshun, even you see that he is way out of line.”

“Even him. Listen to yourself, you racist bitch!! I fucken hate you!”

“Rayshun, I in no way meant that the way that he is trying to make it sound. You see how he disrespects me? He is angry at me over the shit his father did. And Rayshun, watch yourself around that man, Dorian ….”

Alec hung up before she could finish.

“Baby, you’re shaking.” Said Rayshun. “Pull over and let me drive for a while.”

“That fucken bitch! That fucken bitch! THAT FUCKEN BITCH!!!”

“Baby, pull over and let me drive.”

“Fuck this shit, I am tense as fuck!! I need some dick to unravel me. We’re going to fuck as soon as I can find a goddamn path.” Alec frantically unscrewed the tiny bottle on his keychain. Steering the car with his knees, he dumped a line of white powder onto the back of his left hand and snorted it off.

Rayshun felt nauseated. He hated drugs, especially cocaine. He prayed that the two of them weren’t killed when Alec veered off the main road at a breakneck pace and zoomed down a dirt path so fast leaning corn stalks assaulted the car on either side. The car came to a screeching halt in the middle of the secluded path.

Alec unbuckled himself and climbed into the back seat.

“Come the fuck on!” he ordered as he removed his own clothes.

“I- I don’t think I can get hard.” Stammered Rayshun. Nothing about this felt right to him.

“I will fucken suck you until you get hard, just get your black ass back here, I want to fuck!”

Rayshun slowly unfastened his seat belt. Rather than climb into the back seat, he opted to exit the car and walk to the rear passenger side. For a second, he had contemplated running, but to where; he didn’t know where the hell he was and his mentally unstable lover who was hopped up on cocaine and venom could have very well mowed him down.

Reluctantly he opened the door and climbed into the back seat. Alec snatched Rayshun’s pants and underwear down in one fell swoop, tearing them both. Fearing that his life depended on it, Rayshun willed his blood to flow and engorge his penis as Alec sucked on it.

“There you go. That’s it” said Alec mounting Rayshun Cowboy style. “Stick your dick in me and I mean stick it in hard; no love making, I want you to fuck me until I can’t feel shit anymore! Do you understand me!” Alec’s right hand tightened around Rayshun’s throat.

As he had been conditioned to do at an early age, Rayshun was able to engage in sex, rather go through the motions, under duress.

The very first time was when 12-year-old Rayshun had been forced to have sex with his father’s girlfriend because his father suspected that Rayshun might be a faggot and he wasn’t about to have that.

Rayshun endured it all: the nasty wetness inside of the woman having moments earlier had his father inside of her, his naked father with a wide buckled belt wrapped around his right fist and masturbating with his left hand as he barked instructions at him. When the woman climaxed, Rayshun felt embarrassed for her, believing that she had peed on herself. He felt even more embarrassed when he felt himself peeinginside the woman. He felt completely confused when he felt his father’s warm liquid splatter against the small of his back and buttocks.

Rayshun and Alec’s screams echoed throughout the car as both exploded. Once it was over, Alec was once again Docile.

“Damn Rayshun, that was incredible. God knows I needed that.”

“I am glad one of us enjoyed it.” Rayshun, gutted, humiliated, exited the back seat, pulled up his torn pants and undergarments and returned to the front seat.

Rayshun still hadn’t said a word by the time Alec pulled into the parking lot of an Econo Lodge Hotel. It was 11: 45 according the dashboard.

“Bae,” Alec placed his hand on Rayshun’s shoulder. Rayshun instantly recoiled.

“Please, please don’t touch me anymore tonight.” He said sounding on the verge of tears.

“I am sorry.” Alec apologized again “I am going to go in and book us a room, I will be right back.”

Once Alec was gone Rayshun let the tears fall. He and Alec had been together for two years, Rayshun thought that he had broken the cycle of falling into relationships with abusive men. He immediately stopped himself from rationalizing that Alec’s behavior was due to the stress that he was under from his parents and the passing of his grandmother.

Alec returned to the car.

“Thank God, they had one room left. We got here in a nick of time. Come on, Bae, let’s go get a shower, order some Door Dash, and get some sleep.”

Rayshun was still silent.

“Rayshun, I am sorry. From the bottom of my heart, I am sorry. There is no excuse for what I did. I promise you; I am going to make this up to you.”

“This cannot ever happen again.” Rayshun finally spoke.

“I swear to God it won’t.”

“I’ll forgive this once, but next time ...”

“There won’t be a next time.”

“Next time, I will fucken kill you.” Rayshun finished. “I will fucken kill you dead.”

Chapter Four

Alec was wide awake at 3: 00A.M. The last thing he wanted to do was lie awake in a cheap hotel room and replay the last several hours over and over in his head. Alec was also disturbed by Rayshun’s frantic tossing and conversation in his sleep. Alec got out of bed, put on his jeans, and ventured outside of his hotel room.

Once outside, Alec foraged through the pockets of his jeans for change. He craved a soda, specifically a Mt. Dew. Luckily, he found a crumpled dollar bill. He went about the task of straightening it as he walked around to the hotel’s soda and ice machine.

There was a young man loitering around the soda machine. Alec was too thirsty and too adamant not to be like his mother and sister and automatically feel threatened by the presence of a black male stranger. Like Alec, the young man only had on a pair of jeans.

“Hi”

“Hey.” The stranger smiled. His teeth were impeccable.

“You couldn’t get to sleep in this place either?” asked Alec as he inserted the newly straightened bill into the machine. The dollar was rejected. “Goddamn!”

“Here, I got change.” The stranger withdrew four shiny quarters from the pockets of his very tight jeans.

“Thank you so much.” Alec handed him the dollar and took the quarters. The machine did not have Mt. Dew, Damnit! Alec opted for a Tahitian Treat, not his favorite but it was better than a dark cola or an offensively sweet orange soda. Alec took a swig. “By the way, my name is Alec, and you are?’’

“Harmony.”

“That’s really your name?”

“Swear to God on my dead Mother. She named me Harmony because she wanted me to be a singer like her; only famous.”

“And do you sing?”

“Not worth a damn. I don’t rap either. I can play the hell out of any instrument you put in my hand, so I guess the name wasn’t wasted after all.”

“Wow. My mom made me take piano lessons. I still can’t even play Chop Sticks.”

“I never took a lesson. It just comes naturally.”

“So, you’re that rare person whose name suits him to a T.”

“As does yours.”

“You think so?”

“Whenever I hear a name like Alec, Bryce, or Cody, I always picture a white boy that looks like you: clean cut, athletic, handsome, comes from money or at least looks as if he does. Yea, you’re definitely an Alec right down to your frosted hair tips.”

Alec laughed. He wanted so badly to be fucked by Harmony, but he did not want to be the one who initiated it.

“You’re even cuter when you laugh.” Said Harmony.

“I have a boyfriend; my boyfriend is asleep in our room.”

“Ok…I needed to know this why?”

“Just to be upfront with you in case we do something.”

“Mighty noble of you, but I didn’t need to know unless I am going to fuck your boyfriend too.”

“Oh no. I want to experience you all to myself.”

“Spoken like a true Alec; my room is this way”

Alec insisted that they leave the lights on. He wanted to see every inch of Harmony’s butter brown body. Fully naked, Harmony, was a masterpiece as beautifully crafted as the Fender Rose acoustic guitar that stood in the corner of the room. Alec, in spite of the inner voice telling him not to, could not resist the urge to run his fingers through the mini dread locks that neatly adorned Harmony’s head. They were soft, like a baby’s hair.

“OOOh, Goddamn.” Moaned Harmony when Alec dropped to his knees and took him in his mouth. It had been over a year since he’d sex of any kind, vowing to remain celibate in order to focus on his music.

His pubic hair was slightly musty but not by any means, offensive. His dick, though not as big as Rayshun’s was ample enough to satisfy.

Harmony laid Alec onto his back across the bed.

Alec spread his legs wide. Hours earlier he had wanted Rayshun, his boyfriend, to savage him, but he wanted beautiful Harmony to make love to him.

“Slowly.” He whispered wrapping his legs around Harmony’s waist. Harmony was willing to oblige, feeling himself already close to climax.

Harmony did manage to get eight good strokes in before a year of celibacy caused him to flood Alec.

“I am sorry, it’s been a long time since I…”

“That just means the next go round is going to last longer.” Said Alec. He took Harmony’s semi erect cock in his hands and stroked it back to its full firmness.

“Hmm, tenacious; indicative of a white boy named Alec.” The smile on Harmony’s face widened as Alec’s hot mouth engulfed his throbbing head.

Harmony felt awkward sitting across from Rayshun at a table at IHOP. Alec, upon learning that Harmony had a gig in West Virginia, offered to let Harmony ride with him and Rayshun who were heading that way. Harmony, grateful to not have to spend money on at least one Uber ride, took him up on the offer.

Sitting across from him, Harmony, for the first time noticed how absolutely gorgeous and how obviously broken Rayshun was. Rayshun’s deep brown eyes conveyed every ounce of hurt, mistrust, and insecurity that he tried to mask. Harmony wondered if a white boy named Alec was able to fully nurture and appreciate someone as complex as Rayshun. Well, last night proved that the answer to the latter was No. Harmony regretted the fact that he had fucked Alec so well; four times in all before around 8:30 that morning when Alec remembered that he needed to go and wake Rayshun, because they needed to be on the road early. If Alec had had any regrets, he didn’t show it. He didn’t seem the least bit uncomfortable in the situation.

The waitress placed their orders before them. The steak and cheese omelet with a side of hash brown potatoes that Harmony craved when they sat down were no longer appetizing. He forced himself to eat a little.

“Goddamn!” Rayshun shrieked spitting the mouthful of stuffed French toast onto his plate. “This is raspberry filling; I ordered strawberry!”

“Damn, baby, there are others at the table.” Said Alec.

“I’ll be back, I gotta go to the bathroom.” Rayshun hurried from the table.

“Do you think he’s alright?” asked Harmony.

“Rayshun is a bit of a drama queen.” Shrugged Alec drowning his short stack of pancakes in syrup.

“I am going to go check on him.” Said Harmony. Alec was too preoccupied with his beloved pancakes to care.

When Harmony entered the bathroom, he found Rayshun sitting on the floor with his back pressed against the wall. Rayshun’s eyes were closed, and he hugged himself and rocked back and forth. Harmony for a second recalled the way that his own mother would hold and rock herself until her spell had subsided. Harmony carefully and quietly sat down on the floor next to Rayshun. Harmony did not say a word until Rayshun opened his eyes. Harmony couldn’t tell whether Rayshun was surprised to see him or relieved that he wasn’t Alec.

“I apologize if I ruined your breakfast.” Said Rayshun

“You do not owe me an apology. You were obviously triggered, and I wanted to make sure that you were alright.”

“I just don’t like raspberry, especially raspberry jelly.” Rayshun blinked his eyes rapidly before the image could reform itself inside of his head. It had been 12 years since he had been forced to eat the raspberry jelly out of the man’s anus.

“Brother, this is deeper than not liking raspberries. I am a stranger, so I don’t expect you to tell me anything, I just wanted you to know that I was concerned.”

“Thanks man. It’s nice to hear that someone is. I know that Alec has a lot going on. They’re burying his grandmother later today and he’s going to see his Father for the first time in ten years, but I… I just don’t know. It just would have been nice to have my boyfriend see if I was alright.”

“No disrespect but, I don’t think that white boy is capable of being concerned with anyone but himself.”

“Wow, were you able to discern that about Alec before or after you fucked him?”

“Rayshun, I…”

“I am not stupid. You fucked him. That’s why you’ve looked like a scolded dog every time that we’ve made eye contact. At least you have the decency to feel bad about it.”

“I’m sorry man, it just happened. I have zero intentions of ever doing it again. As soon as we’re in West Virginia, you won’t have to worry about ever seeing me again.”

“I appreciate your honesty.” Rayshun got up from the floor. “I even appreciate your concern. You’re not the first guy that Alec has fucked and brought around me; you’re just the first one who has felt remorse over it.”

Chapter Five

Olivier Watford was shaking profusely by the time he arrived at his client’s home. He looked at his phone. He still had a half an hour before he needed to clock in. He had not woken up that morning with the intention to arrive to work an entire half an hour early, especially since his client Mr. Frost’s daughter, Mona, didn’t believe in opening the door until precisely the time for him to arrive to work. The middle- aged white woman had made it clear through her actions and damn near through her words that while she approved of the way that he took care of her ailing, elderly father, she did not feel comfortable around a 25- year old black man.

Dorian had managed to both hurt him deeply and piss him off at the same time that morning:

“So, I am not good enough to meet your son.”

“That isn’t what I said at all, Olivier. I simply said that I think it’s best that he meets you after he and I have had a chance to talk. We haven’t seen each other in 10 years, I…”

“You don’t want him to see they you’re fucking a 25-year -old black boy, because now I see that’s all I mean to you. I am just a young black boy that you’re fucking.”

“You know damn well that I don’t think about you that way.”

“Do I; did you think fucking me last night would pacify me enough to be okay with you telling me that I wasn’t good enough to meet your Goddamn son?”

“I am stressed out enough as it is Olivier, in case you forgot, my mother’s funeral is this afternoon. I really don’t need your blatant misinterpretation of what I said to you.”

“You know what; fuck it. I have to go to work.” Olivier grabbed his half- packed lunch from the counter and stormed out of the door of the mobile home that he and Dorian had occupied for the past six months.

“Good Morning.” Called Ashley from the porch of the main house. “You’re heading out mighty early.”

“Good morning.” Olivier forced a smile on his face. Ashley and her husband Charles, known to all who loved him as Chicken, had always treated him well. “Yea my client’s daughter needed me to come in a little early.”

“Okay.” She said resuming her task of sweeping the front porch. “The funeral is at four.”

“I am going to try and get off on time.”

“Please do. As good as you took care of Muh-Muh, I know that she would have wanted you to be there.”

“Okay. I’ll see you later.”

Olivier managed to hold back his tears until he had driven out of Ashley’s sight. He had almost allowed Dorian’s bullshit to upset him to the point of missing Muh-Muh’s funeral. In the year that he had been hired to be Grace Weis’s home health aide, he had grown to love the woman and was just as hurt by her passing as he had been when his own grandmother passed away. In fact, Dorian, her son, who had yet to shed a tear, had to console Olivier when Grace passed away.

Mona, his client’s daughter, ducked her head out the door and saw Olivier’s car parked in the driveway, she appeared more anxious than usual. Mona ducked her head back inside, started to close the door, then flung it wide open and bolted onto the porch, down the steps, and in the general direction of Olivier.

“Dear God, please, I cannot deal with this crazy bitch’s shit this morning.” He said to himself.

“He’s dead, Olivier!” she shrieked so loudly he didn’t have to roll down the window. Olivier unfastened his seatbelt and exited the vehicle. “He’s dead she repeated. He won’t wake up!”

“Okay, I need to go in and make sure; have you called anyone?”

“I didn’t know who to call.”

As stupid as she sounded , Olivier fully believed that Mona, lacked the emotional maturity to make the necessary calls to either get help for her father in case she had been mistaking in believing that he was dead, or to call a coroner to collect the body if he had indeed passed away.

“When did he pass away?” asked Olivier walking ahead of Mona into the house.

“This morning, a little while ago; I think.”

Olivier was startled to find Mr. Frost naked and sprawled across his bed. Olivier had seen enough corpses in his profession to immediately know that Mr. Frost was indeed dead. His nudity: however, gave Olivier pause. Mr. Frost needed assistance with dressing and undressing. Before he could ask Mona why her father was as naked as sin, he noticed the pair of red laced panties on the foot of the bed. Mona, head hung, picked them up and tucked them into the pocket of her jeans. Olivier was disgusted.

“Please, please don’t judge me.” She said before she walked past him, went to her own room, and shut herself in.

Olivier ran a pan of water, bathed Mr. Frost and dressed him before calling the coroner to come and collect his body. Olivier went out onto the porch and sat on the swing to wait for them.

Damn, Olivier hadn’t smoked a cigarette in six months. This crazy shit had him craving a smoke. Olivier hoped that Monica would not feel the need to try and explain to him whatever had happened between her and her father.

Olivier had never been happier to see coroners. Monica meandered about the house while the body was being collected. She allowed Olivier to talk to the coroners.

Once the body was taken away, Monica approached Olivier.

“Here.” She shoved an envelope full of money into his hand.

“You don’t have to do this. I am not going to say anything because I really don’t know what to say.”

“Please, just take it.” Her voice was shaky. “I will write you a great review on Yelp and Reddit, you should find another job soon.”

“Take care of yourself Ms. Frost.” Said Olivier. “I am sorry for your loss.”

Olivier could not get to his car fast enough. Once inside, he stashed the dirtymoney away inside of his glove compartment. Olivier did not have any idea how much money was inside of the envelope and he didn’t care.

It was already noon. Had that much time really passed? To Olivier, everything seemed to happen so fast, he couldn’t believe that it had occurred over the course of several hours and not a few short minutes.

All he wanted to do was lie down for a couple of hours and rest. He felt both mentally and physically drained. A blue Lincoln Continental was in the driveway of the main house. Olivier assumed it was someone from the funeral home, though he couldn’t fathom why they would be to the house so early.

When he entered the trailer, he was surprised to find Dorian sitting at the kitchen table, crying and trembling. As much as Dorian had hurt him earlier, Olivier loved him and could not stand to see him in distress. Olivier wrapped his arms around Dorian.

“Baby what’s wrong?”

“My son is here. He’s over at the main house.”

“That’s a good thing; right?”

“I am scared to death. I want to go over there but I just cannot get up the nerve.”

“It appears to me that if you want a relationship with your son, then you will do whatever it takes to muster up the nerve.”

“I am just so frightened.”

“Dorian, he drove all the way up here to see you. Are you really going to do this?”

“I just need a little more time…”

“You know what, I’ll be back” For the second time that day, Olivier took control of a situation that did not directly involve him. In spite of what he had seen, he still had too much respect for Mr. Frost to let him be discovered that way and now, despite of what Dorian had said to him, Olivier loved him too much to let him blow the opportunity to reconnect with his son. Olivier headed to the main house to go and get Alec.

Chapter Six

Ashley Vaughn had not seen her nephew since 2014. For three years after her brother, Dorian went to prison, Ashley, her husband Charles, AKA, Chicken, and Ashley’s mother, Grace drove all the way to Watch, North Carolina to visit Julie and the kids to them bring gifts and goodies. Ashley, ever the optimistic did not want to believe her husband and mother when they said that Julie acted as if they were bothering her rather than bringing her and her children gifts and food. In October of 2015, she received a letter from Julie written on pink and green butterfly printed stationary informing her that she didn’t have to come for Christmas because she and her children wanted to be alone and didn’t wish to be inconvenienced. Ashley cried for a week. Julie also changed her phone number and blocked Ashley from having access to her and Alec on social media. When Ashley managed to call her niece, Kaylie, she was immediately blocked. Heartbroken, Ashley accepted that she would no longer have a relationship with her niece and nephew.

Only because Ashley had made a promise to her mother, Grace, on her deathbed that she would do her best to get in touch with her grandchildren and have them attend her funeral did Ashley make an effort to once again reach out to them. Through an online search Olivier was able to locate Alec. Ashley was surprised that they just put people’s phone numbers online and that her nephew was willing to converse with her when she contacted him.

Alec was tall, athletic, and handsome, to Ashley he looked just like Dorian did at age 22. She was happy to see that he was with Rayshun. Rayshun was a lot lighter skinned than she preferred her men (Chicken was as black as pitch), but Ashley thought that he was beautiful none the less.

“I just cannot find the words to express how happy I am that you made it. I just wish that it was under happier circumstances.”

“I wouldn’t have missed it for the world. I never forgot Grandma or you either, Aunt Ashley.”

“Oh, Sugar.” Ashley wrapped her arms around him.

Alec nestled his head deep into her ample bosom the way he did when he was a child. When he was around six, Alec, asked his Mother why her hugs weren’t soft and fluffy like Aunt Ashley’s. Julia made a snarky remark about how she preferred Palates while Ashley preferred plate after plate after plate.

“I cannot wait for your father to see you.” Ashley wiped the tears from Alec’s eyes with the back of her hand.

“Speaking of which, where is he?” asked Alec.

“He and Olivier stay in the trailer out back.”

“Oh, I wondered why that was there, it seemed sorta out of place next to this big house.” Said Alec.

“Lord, you don’t remember, me and your Uncle Chicken bought that trailer when you were a little boy. Muh let us put it out there because we were just starting out and we could afford the trailer but not the land. Me and chicken moved into the main house when Muh got sick and your Dad and Olivier moved in.”

“Olivier; so, is Mr. Weis dating an actor or something?” asked Rayshun

“No, I am a nurse.” Said Olivier startling everyone when he entered the living room

“Alec, Rayshun, this is Dorian’s partner, Olivier Watford.”

“Hi,” said Alec Extending his hand

“Nice to meet you.” Said Rayshun

“Now come clean, which surprised you more: the fact that I am black, the fact that I am 25, the fact that I am with Dorian, or the fact that my name is really Olivier.”

“All of the above,” admitted Rayshun. Olivier laughed for the first time that day.

“That’s funny. But your father wanted to invite you guys over and chill for a bit before we have to get ready to go to the funeral, so, Ashley, Dear, if you don’t mind I will escort these two over to me and Dorian’s humble abode.”

“Alright then sugar. I need to call Chicken home so I can wash and braid his hair.”

“Uncle chicken is still wearing braids?” asked Alec, remembering how fascinated he had been by the rope like tresses that hung down to Chicken’s neck.

“Baby they are midway his back. He refuses to let then dread though.”

“I don’t fault him. I love my cornrows, but I am not down with the locs.” Said Olivier running his hand over his shiny fish bones.

“I always wanted braids,” said Rayshun “My hair just looks like tattered wool when it’s grown out, so I keep a close cut.”

Once they were outside it dawned on Alec for the first time since he’d arrived in West Virginia, he was actually going to see his father after ten years.

“Dorian, Baby, we’re coming in.” Announced Olivier. “Ya’ll have a seat.” Olivier pointed to a peach colored, suede couch. The living room was impeccably clean, and the scent of a Glade Red Honeysuckle plug in was heavenly. “I will be right back.” Olivier disappeared into what Alec and Rayshun assumed was he and Dorian’s bedroom.

‘You good?” asked Rayshun

“I am so far.”

Olivier returned with Dorian walking nervously behind him. He burst into tears the minute he saw Alec who sprang from the couch and ran to embrace him.

“Son.” Was all that Dorian could manage to say.

Olivier was instantly moved by the reunion and happy that fate worked it out that he would not only be there to see it but would be the one who facilitated it.

Rayshun began to itch. He tried to deny what he was seeing as plain as day. He was older, looked a little more grizzled, but it was him.

“Oh My God!” Rayshun thought to himself, “I have fucked that man!”

Rayshun

My favorite TV show is “Law and Order SVU”. I only like the seasons with Eliot Stabler though. I have had the biggest crush on Eliot Stabler since I was 12-uears old. I want to be perfectly clear; I do not have an attraction to actor, Christopher Meloni, I am attracted to, in love with, and want to be loved by Elliot Stabler.

Elliot Stabler loathes mother fuckers who think that it is alright to abuse, molest and rape children. Elliot Stabler would have kicked the shit out of my Daddy, my older male cousins, my foster families, and the trifling ass men who wouldn’t buy a starving, homeless kid a burger and soda unless he gave them a blow job.

I have never met a man who came close to Elliot Stabler, but I’ve met a lot of mother fuckers who are like or even worse than some of the perverts that Elliot Stabler took down.

By the time that I was 14 and fully accepting of the fact that I was gay, I’d decided that if I could not have a relationship with Elliot Stabler, I would settle for intimacy from white males. I could not fathom a relationship with a black male. Black men and boys introduced me to sex through violence, shame and intimidation.

The summer that I met Dorian Weis, I was 14 and two weeks removed from running away from the last group home that I had been placed in.

Dorian never asked my age and I didn’t bother to tell him. We fell into a relationship. Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, I know that I was under the age of consent, I know that based on age, race, and social economic status he held a position of power over me. I know all of this and still maintain that that 40-year old white man treated me better than any adult had ever treated me my entire life. I know that with him I had a choice on whether or not I wanted to have sex. I could tell him no and not fear getting the shit beat out of me, being nearly starved to death until I gave in, or getting placed in another home because I was being “difficult.”

Dorian was my first lover and the first person to show me that sex could indeed feel good and be shared between two people without one of them being made to feel like shit before, during, and afterwards. I will spare your fragile souls the details of our intense love making sessions.

When he got arrested, I migrated away from the motel and went about my life alternating between running away and being placed in foster homes or with my family until I turned eighteen and could live life on my own terms.

Ever since I was 14 years old, I have been in and out of relationships with white men and white boys who certainly weren’t Elliot Stabler or Dorian Weis for that matter.

So, when I saw him, older, but still as attractive as he was the first day I’d laid eyes on him, my heart winced. I felt a sense of resentment towards Olivier and Alec. Because of the two of them, I could not acknowledge nor rekindle what me and Dorian once had.

I could tell that he recognized me when he shook my hand. He looked terrified until I acted as if I was indeed meeting him for the first time. I cared too much about him try and fuck up the relationship that he currently had or ruin the one that he was trying to re-establish with his son. I wouldn’t do that him, not even to have him again.

Chapter Seven

“Dad, they’re going to be okay.” Assured Alec “I sent Rayshun a text letting him know that you and I were going on a little road trip and we’d be back some time tomorrow.”

“I know, I just don’t want Olivier to be upset.”

“Fuck him! If he has a problem with you spending time with your son, especially after just burying your mother, then fuck him!”

“It’s not that.” Dorian gripped the stirring wheel. “I just think we should have told them before we just took off.”

The entire thing had been spur of the moment. Thinking he had been undetected, Alec snuck behind his father’s trailer for a much-needed bump. Alec did not like funerals, especially open casket ones. The coke numbed his mouth and slowly took away the image of his grandmother whose corpse had had so much foundation crudely applied to its face, it had begun to cake and crumble inside of the wrinkles.

“Please tell me you have enough to share.” Dorian had gone out to clear his head and get away from the guests who had gathered at the main house. His son with cocaine was a welcoming sight. Dorian had been clean for almost five years, but if ever there was a reason to piss away sobriety, he believed that burying his mother was it.

Alec took his Father’s hand and poured a line onto the back of it.

“Oh Shit! Goddamn!” exclaimed Dorian. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the rush. He would later have to apologize to Olivier for fucking up and get himself back into treatment, but for now, he needed the rush and the numbness. It gave him the courage he needed to finally say, “Son, I fucked up big time. I wound up in jail because__”

“I don’t give a shit.” Interrupted Alec

“But son, I need for you to understand that _”

“I don’t give a shit. It’s in the past. Everybody has some shit in their past that they’re not proud of, what matters is that we have reconnected, so let’s move forward.”

Dorian embraced his son. He never would have expected it to be that easy. Dorian had anticipated having to grovel in order to get his son to even entertain the idea that he was anything other than the monster that Alec’s Mother Julie, and sister, Kaylie had spent the better part of a decade telling Alec that Dorian was.

There had been no plan nor chosen destination. Father and son agreed that they needed to be anywhere other than where they currently were, so they took off in Alec’s Lincoln Continental. They were several miles out of town before it occurred to Dorian that neither had told his significant other that he was going to be gone overnight.

“He can survive without you for one night, and I am sure Rayshun isn’t going to mind being away from me for one night. I think he’d welcome it.”

“You two having problems?”

“No different than anybody else.”

“He seems like a really nice guy. He seems to genuinely care about you.” Dorian played his words back in his head to make sure he sounded concerned and not envious. His first five years in prison, Dorian, wondered nearly every night would things have been better had he taken Lil Ray up on his offer for the two of them to run away and start a life together. The offer, though appealing, was improbable. Dorian still had a family that he had not intended to ever leave. Though neither bothered to confirm it, Dorian had begun to suspect that what the other black males at the hotel had told him was true: Lil Ray was not an adult by any stretch of the imagination. Dorian chose to rationalize that the boy’s height and sexual expertise were confirmation enough that he was an adult. Besides, Dorian had been quite generous with his money and maybe they didn’t want him getting attached to only one of them.

It had been years since Lil Ray had even crossed Dorian’s mind. Dorian had been so enchanted by Olivier; he’d finally put aside the love that almost was. The last thing he had expected to see was Lil Ray, definitely an adult, in a relationship with his son, Alec.

“Rayshun is cool; he and I are fine.”

“Okay.” Said Dorian. “As long as you’re happy.”

“Are you happy with Olivier?”

“Very.”

“Are you with him because he’s young and gorgeous or because he’s young, black, and gorgeous?”

“The hell kind of question is that?”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to offend. I am just trying to better understand myself. I am attracted to black men. I am only attracted to black men. Obviously, I didn’t get that from Mom. I just wanted to know if you would be with Olivier if he was any race other than black.”

“Honestly, neither his age nor his race factored into why I pursued him. He was this handsome, witty, charismatic man that was taking good care of my elderly, sick mother. One day I asked him if I could take him out to lunch to thank him for all that he did. He took me up on my offer, one thing lead to another, and we’ve been together ever since.”

“Is he the first black guy that you’ve been with?”

“No. Son. Before I went to prison and while I was locked away I had sex with other black men. Olivier is the first man of any race that I have been in a loving and nurturing relationship with.”

“That’s good Dad. I am glad that you are with someone special.”

“Thanks son, I am glad that you are with someone special too.” Dorian looked out of the passenger window in order to avoid eye contact with his son. They had made so much progress in such a little time, the last thing that Dorian needed was for his son to know that deep down Dorian harbored envy and resentment towards him over Rayshun.

For nearly three hours, Rayshun and Olivier sat at opposite ends of Dorian and Olivier’s peach colored couch and pretended to watch television. Neither wanted to be the one to initiate the conversation about how hurt and disappointed each of them felt. Rayshun had received a short text letting him know that Alec had gone on a road trip with his father and didn’t plan to return until sometime the next day. Olivier had not even received a text.

“Where is the Bullseye Club?” asked Rayshun, no longer able to stand the silence.

“Not far from here; how do you know about the Bullseye?”

“A friend of mine is playing there tonight. Me and Alec were supposed to go.”

“What time does his show start?”

“At ten”

Olivier looked at his watch. “Hell it’s 8:30, can you be ready in the next hour?”

“Yea, what is the dress code?”

“Just wear some nice jeans or khaki pants, it’s pretty laid back.”

“Cool, I’m going to head to the main house and get a shower and change clothes, meet you here in a few.”

“Bet”

They exchanged a fist bump. Olivier watched Rayshun walk across the yard to the main house. The anger over having been hurt by his lover twice in one day had him contemplating something reckless and trifling.

By the time Olivier got into the shower, he was so hard at the thought of Rayshun, it hurt. Olivier lubed his penis with cocoa butter oil. He placed his right foot on the side of the tub. Olivier fingered his ass with his right hand and stroked his cock with his left, all the while his mind played in vivid color the fantastical image of him being taken by Rayshun:

Olivier was startled when the shower curtain was yanked open. Rayshun stood before him as naked as sin and as hard as a diamond. He didn’t object to Rayshun getting into the tub and standing behind him under the shower head. Rayshun’s kiss on his neck was hotter and wetter than the water that poured down upon them. Olivier almost fell forward from Rayshun’s thrust. Rayshun tightly grabbed him around the waist and held him in place.

“I got you, baby.” Whispered Rayshun. He repeated it over and over as he pushed himself deeper and deeper inside of Olivier, “I got you, baby.”

Rayshun allowed one hand to slip from around Olivier’s waist and grasp Olivier’s throbbing cock.

“I got you, baby!” Rayshun stroked Olivier until his seed spat forth and splashed against the dark blue shower tile.

“Oh Rayshun! I want you to cum, I want you to cum inside of me!”

“I got you, baby” …

Olivier’s real climax was twice as intense as his imagined one. It had been a long time since he had pleasured himself, much less had such a delightful fantasy to pleasure himself to. Grateful that his infidelity had only been in his head, Olivier showered away the remnants of semen that had puddled down his inner thigh.

By the time Olivier had completed his shower and got dressed, he was certain that any naughty thoughts he had harbored towards Rayshun had been exorcised. When Rayshun returned wearing ripped jeans and a black fish net tank top, Olivier knew that he was going to be unfaithful to Dorian with the boyfriend of Dorian’s once estranged son. It was trifling indeed, but it was the situation that he had been placed in. Olivier was at peace over whatever was going to transpire.

Chapter Eight

“Hey man, can you spare a brother a couple of dollars?”

Alec had intended to cuss the begging ass out, but when he turned around and saw the most beautiful ebony Adonis all he could do was smile and hand him the five-dollar bill he had in his hand.

“Thanks, so much man.” He shook Alec’s hand. “My name is Onyx.”

“You’re welcome. My name is Alec.”

Goddamn, he was dark skinned, with a thick muscular build. He had a very neat Vandyke beard and the prettiest cornrows. If it weren’t against the law Alec, would have stripped naked and fucked him right in the middle of 7eleven.

“Alec, that’s a cool name. Look, I hate to be a beggar but, you wouldn’t happen to be heading out towards the Econo Lodge. I walked from there but it’s getting pretty dark out.”

“Yeah, yeah, I can drop you off.” Alec swiped his card and paid for the sodas and chips he had purchased for him and Dorian. “Go ahead and get your stuff, I’m parked out front.”

“Thanks so much, Alec.”

“Don’t mention it. I’m glad that I could help you.”

Dorian damn near ejaculated in his pants at the sight of the extraordinarily sexy young man who had got into the back seat of his son’s car. He had a bottle of orange juice and a Swisher wrap.

“Dad, this is Onyx, Onyx, this is my Father, Dorian Weis.”

“Hi.” said Onyx

“Hi.” said Dorian

“I’m going to drop Onyx off at the Econo Lodge then we can head out to that spot I got a text about.”

Dorian turned around and caught a glimpse of Onyx massaging his massive cock through his pants. Onyx winked at him. Dorian spent the next several minutes trying to come up with an excuse to ditch his son and get himself somewhere alone with Onyx.

“You made it!” said Harmony. He tightly embraced Rayshun which instantly made Olivier jealous and confused over which of the two gorgeous men he wanted. Olivier had been fucked well the night before, but he was extremely horny. “And where is Alec?”

“Fuck him.” Said Rayshun. “Harmony, this is Olivier.”

“Oh shit, Olivier, I thought I had a unique name. Pleased to meet you. Damn Rayshun, you didn’t waste any time. Y’all look very cute together.”

“Oh no, it’s not like that.” Said Rayshun.

“Alec’s father is my boyfriend.” Explained Olivier

“Uh, okay.” Said Harmony. “Well, I am glad you left your whiter halves at home. Let’s hang out after I’m done.”

“Sounds like a plan.” Said Rayshun

“I’m down.” Said Olivier.

“Cool, my set is about to start; Catch you two after the show.”

“Hey, Dorian, you want to come chill with me, I’ve got a bag of weed and a bottle of gin.” Said Onyx exiting the vehicle.

“Um, thanks but I am going to a party with my son.”

“Oh, that’s what’s up, but look, when you get done partying and you should feel so inclined, I am in room 319.”

“I will remember that.” Smiled Dorian

“What the fuck was that all about?” asked Alec once Onyx was out of sight. Alec was boiling over with jealousy. Why would Onyx want a 50 -year -old man instead of him?

“He wanted to hang out, I guess.”

“He goddamn wanted to do more than hang out!” raged Alec “What, have you fucked him before? Have you bought ass or dick from him? That’s what you went to prison for isn’t it; trading drugs for nigger dick and asshole?”

“Don’t ever use that word again.” Dorian was disgusted “What the hell is wrong with you?”

“I should have listened to Mama; I never should have come up here around your loser ass!”

“It is not my fucken fault that Onyx doesn’t want you.”

“He only wants you because he thinks your old ass has money.”

“Or because I act like a man and not some thirsty, overly dramatic faggot.”

“Fuck you and the dead bitch that spewed you out of her snatch!”

With zero concern for either of their lives, Dorian punched his son in the face causing him to skid off of the road. They landed in a shallow ditch. Both were shaken up, but neither of them was seriously hurt.

“I have got to get far away from you.” Said Dorian exiting the vehicle.

“Yeah, get very fucken far away. I never want to see your loser ass again. You are a pathetic old pervert who preys on young black men.”

Dorian fought with everything not to attack his son again. He powered walked in the direction of the hotel. Three things he needed: sex, weed, and a beautiful, young black man awaited him in room 319.

Chapter Nine

By the time Alec arrived at the party, he was glad that he had ridded himself of Dorian. The building was full of young virile black males of various shades. The three he’d met in the bathroom when he was taking another bump were particularly stunning. All three had a similar athletic physique to his and Rayshun’s. The one named Jemelle’s skin was nearly as white as Alec’s but he had strong Afrocentric features and a coif of coarse red hair. Carlos was the same light complexion as Rayshun. He sported a high-top fade. Shawn was dark skinned like Onyx. He had a bald head that Alec could not resist stroking.

It was on.

Not caring who would walk in, Alec stripped naked, laid on the bathroom floor, and allowed the three of them to run a train on him.

He encouraged them to fuck him as roughly as possible. Their big cocks pummeling and stretching his mouth and asshole was what he needed to heal himself of the embarrassment of Onyx wanting his father instead of him, of the humiliation of his father punching him in the face ,and of the realization that his reconciliation with his father had only lasted a few hours before it had been destroyed.

Carlos came in his mouth and Alec swallowed it not caring that he didn’t know a damn thing about Carlo’s medical history. Jemelle damn near covered Alec’s face. The intensity of Jemelle’s climax had turned his skin crimson red. Shawn, who Alec thought had the most beautiful brown eyes was the one who came inside of him. Alec was grateful for that. Of the three, he was the one that Alec had wanted to come inside of him while staring into those mahogany brown eyes.

The three of them dressed while complimenting Alec on the tightness of his ass, the depth of his throat, and the level of his depravity. They had come to get a little high, a little tipsy, and possibly return home to their little apartment and partake in some freaky sneaky among the three of them. The last thing either of them had expected was to meet a white boy who was ready and willing to have the three of them fuck him as savagely as they dared.

Long after the three had left, Alec lay nude on the bathroom floor with cum on his face and oozing out of his asshole. He secretly hoped that another ebony freak or two or two dozen would come into the bathroom and have their way with him as well, but it did not happen. Alec picked himself up off the floor, washed his face, crotch, and asshole in the sink with paper towels and hand soap.

His high had come down along with his sexual euphoria. He was surprised to see that the three of them hadn’t left the party and felt hurt when they didn’t even acknowledge him. Why should they have: they had gotten what they wanted. He had allowed them to fuck him, to cum all over and inside of him without so much as knowing a single one of their last names or if the first names they had claimed were indeed theirs. Alec hung his head and hurried by them. He no longer desired to be there.

Once he was back in his car he broke down and cried. He needed badly to talk to someone. Rayshun’s phone went straight to voicemail all three times that Alec attempted to call him. Alec was certain the Rayshun was pissed at him. The crazy shit from the night before, plus he suspected that Rayshun knew about his indiscretion with Harmony, on top of all of that, he had just taken off and left Rayshun with a bunch of strangers. If he managed to return home still in a relationship with Rayshun, Alec would count his blessings and do everything to ensure that the two of them maintained their relationship.

Alec felt tired. The Econo Lodge was only a few miles away, but Alec couldn’t bear the thought of checking in knowing that in one of the rooms his father was either fucking or getting fucked by Onyx who had wanted Dorian instead of him.

Alec locked the doors and rolled up the windows. He reclined his seat, turned the engine off and drifted off to sleep.

It had been ten years since Dorian Weis had taken any form of MDNA. Molly was new to him. The white pill given to him by Onyx followed by half of a Blue Chew had Dorian massively engorged and dangerously depraved. He felt hot, aloof, and only certain of one thing; he wanted to fuck. When Onyx brought the young, naked boy out of the bathroom, Dorian was not conscious of how young and frightened the child was. The boy saw the naked, sweaty, ridiculously aroused white man and instantly began to beg and plead with his captor to not make him go through with it. Onyx punched the boy out cold.

“You want him; fuck him.” He encouraged Dorian.

Dorian did not need much encouragement. The need to plow outweighed any sense of decency. Dorian burrowed his way inside of the boy who had come to, was feeling every bit of the pain inflicted upon his young body but knew that if he dared scream, the sadist who watched from the other bed would beat him mercilessly.

“That’s right, Dorian.” Smiled Onyx recording the ordeal on his iPhone. “Tear his ass up because you’re going to owe me big when you’re done.”

Dorian was too carried away to even hear what Onyx had said.

Chapter Ten

“I like this idea much better.” Said Harmony opening the pizza that he had ordered. The three of them had decided to hang out in Harmony’s hotel room. The atmosphere in the Bullseye became dull once Harmony finished his set. Olivier drove them to a spot where a kick back was taking place but left as soon as he recognized Alec’s car parked outside. Olivier did not want to confront Dorian and Rayshun was not in the mood to deal with Alec. They opted to take Harmony up on his offer to come back to his room at the Red Roof Inn, order some pizza and chill out.

“Me too.” Rayshun took a slice of pizza and opened his can of Brisk iced tea. He was happy that neither of the other men had bought a Mountain Dew. He didn’t want to be around anything that reminded him of Alec.

“You played the hell out of that guitar, Harmony.” Said Olivier “I always wanted to learn how to play an instrument, but we didn’t have the money for me to take lessons.”

“It’s never too late to learn.” Said Harmony.

“Nah, the passion is gone. I am all about completing this degree and becoming a real doctor.”

“I wish I had something to aspire to be.” Said Rayshun

“Man, that is some sad sounding shit. What do you like to do?” Asked Harmony

“I don’t know.” He shrugged “I make decent money working janitorial for Alec’s brother in law’s company. Excuse me.”

Rayshun went into the bathroom. He thought he had to vomit but only thick spittle would come out. Brian paid him well above the normal paygrade in order to keep him quiet about a major indiscretion.

Rayshun was the only one allowed to clean Brian’s office. In the months that he had been given the task, not a single item had gone missing or been damaged. One-night Rayshun was vacuuming Brian’s office when Brian, who should have long gone home, because it was well after 11:00 P.M, returned to work.

“Don’t mind me Rayshun, I just came to grab some papers I am going to need to organize before the meeting tomorrow.”

“Yes sir.”

“Call me Brian. We are family, remember.”

“Yes Brian.” Rayshun didn’t feel any familial bond. He found Brian more tolerable and certainly more engaging then his wife, Alec’s sister, Kaylie.

Rayshun had gone back to the task of vacuuming and did not hear Brian walk up behind him. Brian pressed himself against Rayshun. He was hard and Rayshun could feel Brian’s erection grinding in a circular motion against his ass.

“I am not gay,” Brian whispered to him as he reached into Rayshun’s boxers and stroked his cock until it was hard, then he fully exposed it. “You black guys are so goddamn intriguing.”

Rayshun floated away to his safe place while Brian jacked him off and grinded his hard dick against Rayshun’s ass.

“Fuck, your dick almost makes two and a half of mine.” Admired Brian. He was no longer behind him; Brian was on his knees in front of Rayshun sucking him. Brian had taken his own cock out and jacked himself off while sucking on Rayshun. His free hand, the right one, groped Rayshun’s ass cheeks.

If anything, Brian was doing had felt good, Rayshun didn’t know. Rayshun was too preoccupied with trying to mentally force himself to cum to find any pleasure in what was being done to him.

Finally! Finally, his cock erupted in Brian’s mouth. Brian reached his own climax, staining Rayshun’s boots in the process.

“Wow that was amazing. Let’s just keep this between us, okay Rayshun.”

When payday rolled around there was an extra $300 in Rayshun’s check. That extra $300 increased to an extra $500 every two weeks when Brian made it a habit of returning to work to get himself a taste of Rayshun. Only once had it escalated to full intercourse. Rayshun went out of way to hurt Brian. A sore, torn, and bleeding anus had been enough for Brian to stick to the safety of giving Rayshun head.

“You good?” asked Harmony when Rayshun returned from the bathroom.

“Yeah. I’m good.” Lied Rayshun

“One day you’re going to say that and really mean it,” said Harmony “Hell, I am looking forward to the day when I can do it.”

“Shit, so am I.” Added Olivier

“Things ain’t all bliss with you and Dorian?” asked Rayshun

“I thought they were until today.”

“I gotta ask the two of you this and please don’t take offense, but are y’all with white men because you are attracted to them, is it a financial thing, or are ya’ll on that white men treat us better trip?” Asked Harmony

“First off, I am attracted to Dorian, but his being white ain’t got nothing to do with it. Financially, I make more money than he does because he is literally starting over. As far as being with a white man because I think he treats me better, yeah there might be a little truth in that statement, at least I find that there is.”

“Why?” asked Harmony

“I am a bottom. I love to get fucked. The problem is most black queer men are used to parodying heteronormative relationship models and it perplexes them that I like to be fucked but I am very masculine. They don’t understand that a relationship between two masculine males can exist. Now I cannot say all white men are this way, but in the case with Dorian, he was attracted to me for who and how I was. I had never experienced that before.”

“Goddamn right they treat us better.” Said Rayshun “Even when they do fucked up shit, it’s not as bad. From the time I was nine until I aged the fuck out of the system, I have had black men, including my Father, cousins, and uncles rape, beat, and molest me. Mother fuckers that were supposed to be preachers and community leaders starved me and other children they were supposed to care for unless we gave in and let them fuck over us.”

“And if they weren’t fucking you physically they fucked you psychologically. This one mother fucker would beat the shit out of me if my dick didn’t stay hard until he finished. I was eleven -years- old and expected to maintain an erection until a grown ass man who should not have been fucking me in the first place reached his climax. It just dawned on me a couple of years ago that the reason he was obsessed with me staying hard, was so that he could rationalize in his sick mind that I liked it and therefore, he didn’t do anything wrong. So, yeah, I am willing to accept the worst from a white man because it doesn’t even come close to the worst shit several black men did to me before I was even old enough to know what sex was.”

“Goddamn.” Said Harmony “So, you think that selfish ass white boy is a better option for you than actually exploring a relationship with a decent black? Decent black men do exist.”

“Yeah; where the fuck are they?” asked Rayshun

“Hell, I am one.” Said Harmony

“I am too.” Said Olivier

“Great, so I am in the company of two decent black men.”

“Yep.” Said Harmony moving over onto the side of the bed where Rayshun sat. “I would be most delighted to introduce you to sex with another black man that is pleasurable for both parties involved.”

“I’m down to help.” Said Olivier sitting on the other side of Rayshun.

Rayshun yielded to Harmony’s kiss. The taste of Vanilla Crown Royal was prominent on Harmony’s tongue.

Olivier felt Rayshun’s crotch. Rayshun recoiled

“I am sorry.” Olivier apologized.

“Yea, I don’t like that.” Rayshun started crying.

“It’s okay.” Assured Harmony. “We want this experience to be good for you, so why don’t you tell us what you like?”

“I like to be caressed; I just don’t like to be felt there, at least not if you’re trying to arouse me that way. And please don’t anybody call me pretty, without getting into details, I just don’t like it.” Rayshun forced himself not to hear the many voices, mainly his Father’s that blamed their disgusting behavior towards him on the fact that he was light skinned and pretty with big, beautiful, light brown eyes.

“I have an idea.” Said Harmony taking off his clothes. “Let’s all undress, then let’s just lay here naked and hold each other and then whatever happens from there, happens.”

“I like that.” Said Olivier, happy to finally disrobe in front of Rayshun and Harmony. He had been hoping for some kind of action between the three of them all night.

“Goddamn, you’re a bottom?!” Said Harmony. “Nigga, all that dick you got and you ain’t willing to use it!”

“You’re so silly.” Smacked Olivier

“I’m just saying, I am down with helping you explore the magic of versatility.” Said Harmony

“I am down with that too.” Said Rayshun taking off his clothes.

Olivier couldn’t recall ever seeing a more beautiful cock than Rayshun’s, he reached out to touch it then quickly withdrew his hand before making contact. Rayshun took Olivier’s hand and placed it on his dick. They kissed and Rayshun’s cock grew rounder and firmer in the soft hands of Olivier.

Harmony pressed himself against Rayshun’s backside.

“I think it’s time for us to lay down.” Said Harmony

An intense moan escaped Rayshun as his hard dick collided with Olivier’s equally hard member and Harmony’s hot and serpentine like tongue slithered deep inside the walls of his anus.

Chapter Eleven

When Dorian woke up his head was pounding, and he hadn’t the faintest clue where he was. The pungent odor of weed was as offensive to his nostrils as the blaring rap music was to his ears. The further he emerged from his slumber the more he was aware of two thing: he was inside of a moving vehicle and his hands and feet were bound.

“Bout time you woke up, Chip.” Said the man Dorian recognized from the night before; Onyx was his name. Onyx. But he was driving.

“My, my name is Dorian.” Onyx took his right hand from the steering wheel and punched Dorian harder than Dorian had punched his own son the night before.

“Chip, you are not going to start making shit hard for me. Your goddamn name is Chip. You work for me now; I own your white ass.”

“The hell you do; let me the fuck go!” The minute he said it Dorian realized how stupid he sounded given the situation.

“Chip, I don’t have time to pull over and beat your ass the way that I want to and will do in the future if you keep getting out of line. You are about to make me a shit ton of money. A white man with a nice body and a big dick; how old are you Chip?”

“I am 50.” Dorian felt tears welling up in his eyes

“No, you are thirty. A little hair dye and a few highlights I can easily pass you off to those old rich white faggots as 30.”

“Why are you doing this?”

“Because I am a mother fucking P-I-M-P!”

“But I don’t want to____”

“You don’t want to sell your body, but you damn sure don’t mind buying and violating young black boys. You haven’t even asked about that child that you savagely fucked last night.”

“What child, I __” Images from the night before began to flash through Dorian’s head. “Dear God, was that a child?”

“Yes, 13, well under the age of consent and young enough to get your ass on the registry.”

“But I didn’t know.” Dorian broke down crying. He had worked so hard to get his life back on track and now this.

“Chill out, Chip, nobody is going to ever see this video that I have of your little escapade with Monteese. And nobody is ever going to connect you to his dead body.”

“Dead?”

“Yeah, you split that boy’s ass so bad he was no longer any use to me. I had to kill him. Too bad, but shit, I can pick up another young head from anywhere, a masculine adult white man with a big dick is straight up money. I can pimp you out to bitches and mother fuckers.”

“And my son was mad at me over you.” Guffawed Dorian.

“Oh, I was going to take your son, until I saw you. I have at least three other coked out white twinks like your boy. You, Chip, are a rare jewel.”

“Olivier! My boyfriend, Olivier, please, please let me at least say goodbye to him.”

“I’ve seen his picture. You should really learn to lock your phone. He’s fine as hell though. Do you fuck him like you did that child?”

“I would like to call him, Please”

“I sent him a text from you telling him that you were done with him and he needed to move on.”

“Mother fucker!” Screamed Dorian, not caring about the consequence.

“Oh, and I scrubbed your iPhone and set it back to the factory setting. The little Arab boy whose parents own the motel was happy to give me $600 for it.”

“Please, just kill me.”

Onyx’s laugh sounded demonic to Dorian’s ears. Dorian was in hell and he knew it.

“Nah, Chip, I won’t kill you until you cease to be of any value to me. Right now, you are the crown jewel in my collection.”

“Goddamn.” Moaned Harmony when Olivier came inside of him.

“Goddamn is right.” Said Rayshun, spent from having just spilled his seed inside of Olivier.

“You okay?” asked Harmony wrapping his arms around Rayshun

“I’m good.” Rayshun Kissed him “And I really mean it.”

Chapter Twelve

By the seventieth straight to voicemail call to Rayshun, Alec Weis accepted that he wasn’t ever going to pick up for him again. He had the same revelation after several unanswered calls to his father.

Alec didn’t bother to go back to the main house or his Father and Olivier’s trailer to either retrieve his things or see if his father or lover were there. He was done with both of them and both of them were done with him. As much as he had wanted to hug his Aunt Shelly or hear Uncle Chicken say, “Grive carefully”, he felt it was best to keep it moving. He would not be returning to West Virginia, not even for a cool drug and sex party.

Hurt, rejected, and demoralized, he called the only person who could make him feel better.

Julie answered the phone on the first ring.

“Mother.” Cried Alec

“What has that Bastard done to you?” Asked Julie, eager to hear anything to reaffirm her assertion that Dorian Weis was the most repulsive man alive.

“He hurt me so bad Mother. I should have listened to you. I am so sorry that I didn’t.”

“Oh, sweetheart, all is forgiven. Where is Rayshun?”

“I broke up with him. He and daddy got high together last night, and I caught them in bed.” Lied Alec “They were …”

“That dirty ass nigger!” Raged Julie. “I knew he wasn’t any good for you and I tried to warn you not to take him around your father. Did Dorian even tell you why he went to jail?”

“No.” Cried Alec

“You father embezzled money from my father’s business and used it to supply drugs to under aged black boys in exchange for sex, some of them were well under the age of 12.” Julie lied as easily as taking her next breath. “The only reason he isn’t on the sex offender registry is he used to golf with the judge who threw all of those charges out and even intimidated those poor black single mothers out of letting their children testify, so all he got charged for was drug possession, the piece of shit. That’s why your sister and I won’t have anything to do with him.”

“I am done with him. I am coming home Mama. Could you please, please bake me an apple pie.”

“Oh, precious, I am about to get started on it right now.”

“Thank you so much, I love you Mama.”

“I love you too, sweetheart, drive carefully. Your pie will be hot and fresh when you get here.”

“Well fellas, that was extraordinary.” Said Harmony putting on his clothes, “So, what happens now, I call an Uber and head off to my next gig and you two go running back to you white mens?”

“I am done with Alec.” Said Rayshun

“I knew once you got some black loving the right way you would come around.” Laughed Harmony. Rayshun tossed a pillow at him.

“I’m not going back to Dorian either,” Said Olivier, “Not that he gave me a choice, he sent me a text saying that he was moving on.”

“Goddamn,” Said Rayshun, “You two seemed happy.”

“I thought we were, but I get the feeling that he’s been working up to this for some time. He started acting funny out of the blue yesterday. I thought it was because of his Mama’s funeral and seeing his son but now I see, it was so much more. He wanted to get rid of me and now he has.”

“I am sorry, man.” Said Rayshun hugging him. “Well it looks like you don’t have anything to go back to here in West Virginia and I ain’t got shit to go back to in North Carolina, why don’t we start over together.”

“All three of us.” Said Olivier nodding towards Harmon

“I like that plan.” Said Harmony “Just promise me ya’ll ain’t going to ditch me as soon as a couple of Anglo Saxons catch your eyes.”

“He is a fucken nut.” Laughed Olivier

“Seriously though, I am down for ya’ll, please don’t leave me hanging.” Said Harmony

Rayshun wrapped his arms around Harmony. “I promise, I won’t leave you hanging” He stared at Olivier whom he had really started to develop feelings for, “Or you either.”

“I got ya’ll, if ya’ll got me.” Said Olivier joining in the embrace between Rayshun and Harmony.

“Damn, look at all this beautiful blackness; dark, medium, and light, all glorious and divine.” Said Harmony admiring the reflection of the three of them in the mirror.

“We do make a gorgeous picture.” Said Olivier

“Or a hot cover for a porno DVD.” Said Rayshun

“See, now, you’re nasty.” Said Harmony

“Nasty is good, as long as everybody likes it.” Said Rayshun

“Shit, I loved it.” Said Olivier

“Okay, as much as I would like to have another round with you two, I have to be out of this room in less than 30 minutes.”

“Fuck it, let’s go to the trailer.” Said Olivier

“You are trifling.” Said Rayshun

“He isn’t there, besides, I have to get my stuff and I am not going to leave without saying goodbye to Ashley and Chicken.”

“You were living with a white man in a trailer in West Virginia?” asked Harmony “Goddamn, Tyler Perry couldn’t even come up with this shit.”

Chapter Thirteen

“Oh My God! Oh My God!” Shrieked Alec as the tall, dark, muscular cornrowed stranger continued to plow into him despite having come minutes earlier. The pumping came to a halt as Alec’s insides were once again flooded. He was the fifth black man that Alec had picked up and engaged in some form of sexual activity with from the time Alec had left West Virginia, to the time he crossed the North Carolina state line.

At least this one had had money to spring for a hotel and his own car for that matter. The others had been hitch hikers who were willing to pull over for a little freaky sneaky before being dropped off to their desired destination. One of them, the third one’s car had broken down on his way to his cousin’s funeral, but it didn’t deter him from accepting the offered blow job from Alec before being let out at the church.

“That was pretty damn incredible.” Said Alec

“Yeah, I’ve been known to do a little something.” Smiled the stranger. “And you were pretty damn incredible yourself. It’s been a long time since I busted twice in a row that quickly.”

“My name is Alec, by the way. I guess it’s crazy that I’m just getting around to telling you that.”

“Actually, you told me when we met at McDonald’s, in case you forgot, my name is Floyd.”

“Cool, like the boxer.”

“Yeah, but I serve my KOs in the bed.”

“You sure as hell do.” Smiled Alec.

“Can we exchange numbers, maybe we can meet up every now and then and do this?”

“Just this?” asked Alec “Not catch a movie, maybe go to dinner?”

“Young man I am forty -years- old and married with two kids. The only thing that is going to change about that is when I turn 41, then 42, and so forth. I am not looking to start a relationship with any male, especially one half my age. I am willing to meet you once a month, get a hotel, fuck your brains out, give you the chance to try and do the same to me, then we each go our merry way until we meet up to do it all over again.”

“Why not?” sighed Alec. “Fantastic sex without the stress of a relationship is what I really need right now.”

“And I am down to give you what you need as long as you obey the rules.”

“Which are?”

“It’s only sex. We don’t socialize with each other outside of when we hook up, and whatever we do stays between the two of us.”

“Sound fine to me. Well, I guess this is goodbye until we meet again.” Said Alec, secretly hoping that Floyd would want at least one more round.

“Hey, my wife is out of town until tomorrow and the kids are visiting friends, unless you have somewhere else to be….”

Before Floyd could finish the sentence, Alec was under the covers sucking Floyd’s cock back to full capacity.

“Goddamn” Smile Floyd “I have a feeling our little arrangement is going to work out fine.”

Brian Chambers was glad he had chosen to stay home and just let Kaylie and the kids go to church and visit her mother. He had intended to use his alone time to catch up on sleep and possibly go out back and play a few solo rounds of golf when he received a Messenger call from his favorite employee, Rayshun Lewis.

“Rayshun, to what do I owe the pleasure of this call?” asked Brian attempting to hide his excitement over the fact that Rayshun was shirtless.

“I need you to wire me $5,000 in addition to my last week’s check.”

“Rayshun, if you need help, we can discuss it when you come in to work tomorrow.”

“I am not coming in tomorrow. I am not coming back to Watch. I am done with Alec and I just need that money so that I can start over, I swear to you I won’t ask you for anything else.”

“$5,000, that’s quite an ask, what is in it for me?”

“Come on Brian_”

“Let me see it, lower your phone.” Said Brian

Rayshun panned down below his waist to reveal what Brian had expected, Rayshun was indeed fully naked.

“Oh shit, make it hard.” Said Brian stroking his own hardening cock.

“Imagine it in your mouth.” Said Rayshun drenching his penis in Glide lubricant

“Damn it taste so sweet.” Said Brian who couldn’t decide whether he wanted to close his eyes and pleasure himself to the memories of the numerous times he’s performed fellatio on Rayshun or keep his eyes open and pleasure himself to the show that was unfolding on his iPhone screen. He soon opted for the latter.

Rayshun’s cockhead grew rounder, redder, and firmer with every stroke until it literally resembled an apple.

“Keep stroking baby.” Panted Brian frantically jacking his own member. “Keep stroking, keep stroking, keep…” Brian’s voice was nearly gone by the time Rayshun’s load shot forth covering the screen of his phone. Brian saturated his own sheets in cum shortly thereafter.

“You good, Brian?” He heard Rayshun ask. The room was still spinning. It had been a long time since Brian had had such an intense climax.

“Yea, I’m good. Look, I swear I will wire you that, if you promise me that we can do this together from time to time.”

“As long as I am compensated each time, I am down.”

“Deal.” Panted Brian. “By the way, congratulations on ditching that spoiled little shit, Alec, I always thought that you could do better.”

“Goodbye Brian, and Thanks. You have all my information.”

“It will be there within an hour. You take care Rayshun, I-I love you, man.” Brian quickly hung up. Damn, it had been months since he’d told his wife he loved her, hell, he couldn’t even remember the last time that he had he said it to his kids.

Brian Wired ten thousand dollars to Rayshun via MoneyGram. Brian would also make certain that he sent a little extra when Rayshun received his final work check on Thursday.

Brian took a shower, then washed and dried the sheets and remade the bed. He spent the rest of the day playing golf until Kaylie and the kids returned home.

As upset as he was at Dorian, Olivier, could not bring himself to have sex with another man, let alone two of them, in the trailer that he and Dorian once shared. Instead, his two new partners helped him pack his things including the 52-inch flat screen television and laptop that had been gifted to Olivier by Dorian’s mother.

Ashley watched teary eyed from the porch of the main house as the three young men toted items out of the house and loaded them into the trunk and left rear passenger side of Olivier’s car. She hadn’t seen nor heard from her brother or her nephew since yesterday after the funeral.

Chicken came out onto the porch and placed his arm around his wife.

“Now, we both knew that Dorian was going to one day drive that boy away.”

“Yeah, but I am going to miss him. He took such good care of Muh-Muh, and he kept Dorian in line.”

“And if Dorian wanted to stay in line, Olivier would be coming here asking for Sunday dinner instead of packing up to get out of dodge with those other two.”

“A plate!” Ashely rushed into the kitchen and piled one of her mother’s beloved alabaster plates with a few pieces of fried chicken (all wings for Olivier) a heaping serving of turnip greens, some yams, and baked macaroni and cheese. She made certain that the yams and macaroni touched, just the way that Olivier liked it. She wrapped the plate then placed it and an entire wrapped sweet potato pie into plastic shopping bag. As fast as her chubby legs would allow, Ashley bolted down the steps of the porch and across the yard to her brother’s trailer.

Olivier paused what he was doing an immediately embraced the woman he considered to be his sister-in-law.

“I wasn’t about to let you go without some home cooking.” She sobbed.

“I didn’t want to leave.” He cried “But he said he needed to move on and told me to do the same.”

“You don’t have to leave, you and your friends are welcome to stay right here, me and Chicken won’t charge you nothing, just keep the utilities paid like you and Dorian did.”

“I love you so much Ashley, but I cannot do that. There’s too many memories and besides, Dorian is going to return some day.”

“I love you Olivier,” she said, “And you fellas listen here,” She pointed towards Harmony and Rayshun. “This here is one of the sweetest human beings you’re ever going to encounter, he has a heart of gold. Ya’ll do be right by him”

“We will.” Said Harmony

“Yes Ma’am.” said Rayshun

“Please, please come for Thanksgiving and Christmas, bring your friends.”

“I will do my best.” Promised Olivier. “Now please, go in the house before I am too emotionally weak to drive.” Olivier took the bag of food and Ashley returned to the main house.

Chicken remained outside on the porch and continued to watch, teary eyed as Olivier and his friends finished packing the car. Once everything was packed and all three men were in the vehicle, Olivier rolled down the window as he passed the porch to the main house.

“Goodbye, Chicken!” He yelled as he passed by. “Lebron is better than Jordan!”

“Bye ‘Livier!” Shouted Chicken “And you a Goddamn lie!” Chicken laughed and waved until the car was completely out of sight. He fought back the tears that wanted to fall as he went inside to console his wife.

Chapter Fourteen

Three Months Later

Harmony, Rayshun, and Olivier found a comfortable and affordable apartment in Greenville NC. Between the surprise three grand in that was in an envelope in Olivier’s glove compartment, money he had completely forgotten about until they had finally decided to go to Greenville, Harmony’s gig money, and the generous sum wired to Rayshun from Brian, the three of them were able to pay first , last ,and security , purchase some quality second hand furniture , and still had enough to survive on until all of them could settle into jobs.

They each found work relatively quickly. Brian’s friend, Norman, hired Rayshun to work as a bartender in his small night club. Olivier found work at Vidant hospital as a nurse. Harmony found work at as a waiter for a high-end restaurant, on his off days he worked as a session musician for local recording artists. For the first time in either of their lives they could consistently say,” I’m good”, and mean it.

Alec could have sworn he saw his Father, at least a man who resembled his father in Chesapeake Virginia. Alec had been riding around looking for trade to satisfy the itch until his next rendezvous with Floyd, when he spotted a man who could have been at the very least related to Dorian. The man was blonde, and shirtless despite the cool September weather. His jeans were extra tight and giving him the most obnoxious bulge. The man was obviously for sell, but Alec had zero interest …

… A week later in Greensville, Alec saw three incredibly stunning black men outside of the mall. They were chatting, laughing, and genuinely enjoying each other’s company. Alec’s mind flashed back to the last night he’d spent in West Virginia and the three wonderful black horses who had fucked and flooded him on the club’s bathroom floor then completely ignored him once they were done.

Alec drove by them to get a closer look at them and his heart nearly stopped beating. It was Rayshun, Harmony, and Olivier. The three of them were so wrapped up in their own company and their own happiness to even notice him despite how closely he had driven past them. They never even looked away from one another. Alec had barely gotten out of the parking lot before he succumbed to the urge to pull over and do a line a coke.

Year’s End

Thanksgiving and Christmas came and went. Olivier and his friends only made it down for the latter holiday but stayed until New Year’s Eve. Ashely confided in Olivier that she had not seen nor heard from Dorian since the day of their Mother’s funeral back in June.

Olivier confided in Ashley that he had tried several times to reach out to Dorian, just to check on him. He had been calling the house phone, since Dorian’s cell was off and just assumed that he wasn’t answering on purpose.

Before leaving West Virginia, Olivier accompanied Ashley to the police station to file a missing person’s report.

Olivier let Harmony drive back to Greensville. He silently cried and prayed the entire ride home.

“Rayshun.” Said Brian tapping the young man on the shoulder.

“Who?” asked the young man turning to face Brian. Everything in the bar seemed to come to a standstill for Brian. The young man, though beautiful, wasn’t Rayshun. “My name is Trevor.”

“Oh, I am sorry, Trevor, I thought you were a friend of mine. I’ll leave you alone and let you enjoy your drink.”

“Wait.” Said Trevor grabbing onto Brian’s arm. “My price if $50.”

“Um, I’m straight and married.” Said Brian

“Most guys are. $50, you get your New Year’s Eve nut and you can even pretend I’m your buddy, Rayshun.”

It was an offer Brian could not refuse. He slipped a fifty – dollar- bill to Trevor and eagerly followed him to the bathroom.

Harmony, Rayshun, and Olivier made it home just in time to see the ball drop on television.

“It’s officially 2022 announced Rayshun, time for the first nut of the new year.” He smiled

“Hell Yeah, a good nut and some black-eyed peas is what I am in the mood for today.” Said Harmony.

“I’m going to have to take a rain check, I am not feeling too well, and I am going to have to be to work in a few hours.” Said Olivier “I’m going to bed guys, ya’ll enjoy; bust one for me.” Olivier hurried from the room, so that his partners could not see him crying.

Chapter Fifteen

Six Months Later

Rayshun could not believe that it was June again. One year since he’d left Alec and started a relationship with Harmony and Olivier. For the first time in his life he had had an entire year in which he was Happy; from last June to the present he had settled into a healthy relationship, made some really cool friends at work and genuinely felt love from not one but two amazing black men, love that he was in a good enough place to adequately reciprocate.

“I’ll have a rum and coke.” Said the handsome white man who sat down at the bar. They locked eyes. Rayshun felt his body temperature rise. It was Dorian! He was blonde now, dressed way more provocatively, but it was definitely Dorian.

“I thought that I would never see you again.” Said Dorian elated.

They couldn’t get each other’s clothes off fast enough in the club’s bathroom stall. They took turns sucking one another to his full capacity. It had been eleven years since Rayshun had had Dorian inside of him, but it still felt as good as he’d remembered.

Eleven years of yearning, wanting to be inside of Rayshun, if only one more time had Dorian depraved, off the chain and determined to fuck Rayshun harder, nastier, and deeper than he’d ever been fucked before. Rayshun sprayed the stall door with his cum, soon after his bladder released from the constant pounding of Dorian’s enormous white cock. Rayshun was both grateful and saddened when Dorian came. He didn’t want it to end, but he knew he couldn’t withstand too much more.

“I am supposed to charge you for that.” Said Dorian to Rayshun who was washing his crotch and legs off the best that he could in the sink with paper towels and hand soap.

“Dorian if you think…”

“And my name is no longer Dorian. My name is Chip.”

“Well Chip, I am not paying for shit.”

“I didn’t expect you to, I told you that so that you could understand what my life has been like this past year.”

“I don’t understand.”

“When I leave this bar, I am going to be picked up by a man who is going to take whatever money I have made in here or beat the shit out of me for not making any.”

“Dor-Chip, are you being pimped?”

“Yeah. Once again, a stupid decision has cost me my son, my relationship, and my freedom.”

“Let me help you...”

“No, he’ll hurt Ashley, Alec, and Olivier.”

“Dorian, I can call the police right now, they can take you somewhere safe, you do not have to keep doing this.”

“Yes, I do.” Said Dorian. “I was wrong to have fucked you all those years ago. You were a child who came from a shitty home life and instead of helping you I gave you money, fucked you, and pretended not to know that you were still a child. I would have killed a mother fucker had he did that to my son.”

“You did nothing to me that I didn’t want you to do. Please let me help you, Dorian, you do not deserve this.”

“Goodbye Rayshun, take care of yourself and just know, I didn’t break up with Olivier willingly. I’ve got to go make some money. It was wonderful seeing you again.”

“Dorian!” Rayshun called behind him. “Dorian!” Rayshun called running from the bathroom and through the club not caring about the attention that he had drawn to himself from patrons. Dorian made it out of the front door a couple of seconds ahead of Rayshun who got there just in time to see Dorian get into a van driven by the most disgruntled looking black man Rayshun had ever seen in his life. The van drove out of sight and Rayshun’s legs felt rubbery. It had been a long time since he had felt completely hopeless.

Rayshun returned to his position behind the bar.

“You Okay?” asked his co-worker, Jose, who had covered for him while he was with Dorian.

“I am good.” Said Rayshun lining up shot glasses. For the first time in a year, those words spoken from Rayshun’s mouth were not the truth.

The End