The Comfort of a Man

Chapter One

A moan came from the very depths of Makial Vann’s soul as he wrapped his legs around the waist of the man on top of him. The man, his name was Chadwick if Makial remembered right, was someone Makial had met on Jakk’d and hour earlier.

Makial clutched Chadwick’s perfectly round bald head as he went deeper. Makial could not resist the urge to lick the dark brown orb that reminded him of Whoppers, the malted candy that he used to love as a child.

Makial was in ecstasy and had so far made good on his promise to himself to not allow shame to keep him from enjoying this encounter. He opened his eyes. In the large mirror that hung on the back of Chadwick’s bedroom door, Makial saw himself being fucked by another man. Saw his legs wrapped around another man’s body while that man dug him out. Saw the toes on his big feet curled in sheer delight as another man shoved heavy dick in and out of him as if he was a common bitch. Makial tried to close his eyes, but it was too late, he had seen himself; he had seen it.

The horrible names his father had been calling him for the past seven years began to echo through his head: “Punk! Skinny, Yellow Faggot! Fuck Nigga! Cock Smoker!”

“Get off me.” Makial said on the verge of tears.

Chadwick either didn’t hear Makial or didn’t care. Chadwick had lost himself inside of the depth and tightness of Makial’s asshole. The grip was miraculous, and Chadwick wanted to stay inside of it for as long as humanly possible.

“Get the Fuck off of Me!!” screamed Makial crashing his right fist against the side of Chadwick’s head. Chadwick immediately snatched out.

“What the fuck is your problem Nigga?!!”

“I am sorry,” Apologized Makial getting out of the bed “It was hurting … I had asked you to stop three times…I didn’t mean to…”

“You’re lucky I’m too horny to kick your ass.” Chadwick, not caring that Makial was still in the room, began to pleasure himself. His cock was the length and width of a full -sized Pringle’s can and had the biggest head, Makial had ever seen outside of a pornographic movie.

Makial slowly gathered his clothes from the floor. The sight of Chadwick’s massive cock only deepened Makial’s self-hatred. He had had all of Chadwick’s dick, from head to the base, inside of him, and was enjoying it so much he wrapped his leg’s around Chadwick’s waist to keep in place. Only a punk, a skinny yellow faggot, a fuck nigga, and a cock smoker would have been able to endure, let alone find pleasure in having something that massive inside of him.

Makial had just managed to pull his shirt over his head when Chadwick bellowed and shot his load all over his perfectly sculpted abs and pecs. Chadwick pumped himself, until the very last drop was spilled.

Makial desperately wanted to lick the beautiful white cream from Chadwick’s torso, but that would have been too indicative of what a nasty ass faggot would do, and Makial wasn’t about to go out like that.

“Goddamn, you’re still here?” asked Chadwick callously

“I thought you wanted me to watch… never mind, I will go.”

“Don’t hit me up in Jakk’d no more!” Chadwick called after Makial

Chadwick’s last words to Makial had not been necessary. Makial had zero intentions of ever using Jakk’d again. He deleted the app from his phone before starting his car and returning home.

Chapter Two

It was slightly past 10 P.M. when Makial returned home. Hey, prayed that his roommate, Khairee had already gone to work for the evening. Unfortunately, Khairee hadn’t gone yet, but was in the process of getting ready.

“And how was your dick date?” asked Khairee

“I really don’t want to talk about it.” Said Makial flopping onto the couch. Makial felt drained.

“Damn, it must’ve not been good. What was wrong did he have a little dick and a lot of useless energy or did he have a big dick and a garbage ass stroke game?”

“Neither, he had a big dick, the sex was actually good for a minute but…”

“Oh lord, don’t tell me he turned out to be one of those broke ass wannabe trade niggas. They are the absolute worst! I remember after this one nigga fucked me; he had the nerve to ask me to let him hold a couple of quarters so that he could go buy some loose cigarettes from the candy lady’s house. I read his ass to filth and told him, that a nigga with his dick game shouldn’t be out here begging for change to buy loosies. I think that’s what made me leave black men the fuck alone all together; give me my white men and Arabs.”

Makial had only been half listening. He really wished that Khairee’s date would arrive before he got any further into his “black men are garbage” sermon.

“I think God played the cruelest joke on black women and gay black male bottoms. He put the best faces and best dicks on the lowest quality of men.”

“Khairee, I am really not in the mood to hear this shit. Date and fuck whoever you want but don’t generalize all black men.”

“Oh, I forgot, Collin Kaepernick got you yellow boys feeling all militant lately. Y’all want to be the keeper and protector of black men, well my dark black ass don’t feel protected, especially since the biggest threat to me is other black men. I will not feel bad about knowing that I have options and don’t have to settle for shit just because it’s the same race as me.”

A car horn honked outside of the apartment.

“Now if you will excuse me, I am going to go be wined and dined by a white man who probably cannot fuck worth a damn, but I am going to be treated like a king, never have to pull out my wallet, and return home with no less than $1,500 in my pocket. You just got fucked by another random nigger with nothing to show for it but shame and regret, now remember that as you enjoy the rest of your night.”

Makial was relieved to no longer have Khairee in the same space as him. The two of them were roommates, not friends. Makial was beyond tired of Khairee’s demonizing black men in order to justify his choice to sell himself to white and Arabic men.

In the shower Makial couldn’t help but think back to the encounter with Chadwick.

“You should have just fucken kept your eyes closed,” Makial admonished himself “You didn’t have to see him fucking you. Next time, keep your fucken eyes closed until the guy is finished.”

Makial l had just toweled himself off when his cellphone rang. It was his Mother. He wanted to ignore the call, but out of respect he couldn’t, even though he knew what she was calling for.

“Hello, Mama.”

“Makial, your Daddy is not going to make it past the end of the week. When are you going to come up here and say goodbye?”

‘Mama, Daddy doesn’t want to see me.”

“In spite of everything that is still your father and you are still his son.”

“Mama… I’ll think about it.”

“Well, don’t take too long to think about it.”

“I will try to get by tomorrow.” Said Makial just to get his mother off the phone.

Makial had no intention of visiting his dying father or going to his funeral for that matter. Their once close father, son relationship was severed seven years ago. Even though his father had been the one to say that Makial was no longer his son, let alone a human being in his eyes, Makial couldn’t blame his father for his actions. What man, after all, would want to see his 16-year -old son with another boy’s cum all over his face?

“Lord, please make it easy for all of us; go on and take him tonight.” Makial prayed before closing his eyes to go to sleep.

Chapter Three

Makial couldn’t recall the last time that he had stepped foot inside of a church. He couldn’t shake the feeling that he did not belong there, not just because it was disrespectful to his father, but his very presence was disrespectful to God, He sat close to his grieving Mother and kept his eyes on the velvety purple carpet beneath his feet. He dared not look at his father’s open casket.

“And now,” said someone Makial didn’t recognize, “Our dearly departed brother, Malique Vann will rise up and deliver his eulogy.”

“Wait; what?!” said Makial over the audible gasps of awe and adulation. Had he not seen it for himself, he would not have believed it. As if he had been awakened, refreshed from his nap, Makial’s father, rose up out of his coffin and stood before the congregation. Makial marveled at how healthy and formidable he looked, given the fact that his father, Malique, had had the misfortune of simultaneously suffering from stage four lung and prostate cancer before his passing.

“My beautiful family and friends, God has granted me these few moments not to talk about my life, those who knew me, knew me. God wanted me to warn you. You see, sitting among us is the very thing that God detests; an old nasty, skinny, yellow faggot, and to make matters worse he is my son.”

Makial wanted to get up and run from the insanity, but his legs and feet felt like jelly.

“I saw him, with my own eyes, in my own house. 16 -years -old and naked as sin in our guess bathroom, down on his knees sucking some boy off. As if that wasn’t bad enough, he let that boy cum all over his face. My son! When I was beating the holy hell out of him, My God told me to kill him, to put him to death as God commanded for, he had given himself over to purposes for which he was not intended. But I couldn’t do it. He was, after all, still my son. I disobeyed God and suffered a faggot to live.”

“God only knows how many little boys Makial has molested or how many unsuspecting women have been infected with AIDS because this faggot lead their husbands into temptation. I have spent the past seven years paying for my disobedience. God allowed cancer to eat away at my body until it killed me. Don’t make the mistake that I made.”

“Smite this skinny, yellow faggot; do unto him what saith the Lord!”

Makial made a piss poor attempt to run only to stumble and fall at the feet of his father.

“Daddy please, please, I am so sorry. I am sorry.” Cried Makial.” I didn’t mean to be this way.”

Makial watched in horror as his father’s erect penis burst out of the grey slacks he was wearing. Malique Vann’s eyes rolled into the back of his head and a deafening groan came from within his throat as his ejaculate covered his son with such force he sank trough the floor. Malique’s semen continued to flood the pit in which his son struggled to get out of. Makial tried to keep his head afloat but he was sinking fast. 

“Daddy, No!”

“NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!” Makial screamed as he bolted upright in bed

“What the hell?!” asked Khairee bursting into Makial’s bedroom without knocking. He was armed with a baseball bat.

“Nothing, it was a bad dream.” said Makial, relieved to be awake “What time is it?”

“Almost noon.”

“Oh shit, I ain’t gotta be to work until eight tonight.”

“Why don’t you ditch that job and come with me?” Suggested Khairee. “Irving, my new sugar daddy is taking me on a cruise, he said I could invite a friend, I am sure one of his rich lawyer, doctor, or Wallstreet friends would love to spoil you.”

“I’ll pass.” Said Makial. “Besides, they’re expecting him to pass away sometime this week.”

Khairee sat on the foot of Makial’s bed.

“Excuse the way this comes out, but why the fuck do you even care?”

“He’s still my father Khairee.”

“See that’s some more fucked up shit the black community can kiss my ass with. Ain’t no way in the hell I’m about to waste one second of energy grieving a bitch, bastard, or mother fucker that mistreated me. My piece of shit Daddy would come and lay up with my Mama three or four times out of the year when the woman that he cared for got tired of his shit. That man would beat the unmerciful shit out of me and call me every faggot and punk under the sun. My Mother, the stupid bitch, was so grateful to have him there making her ass wet, she’d let him abuse me, then she would beat the shit out of me when he’d go back to his main woman. I was blamed for his leaving because it embarrassed him to have a son like me.”

“That is fucked up.” Said Makial shaking his head

“Very, but Karma is that bitch that always comes to collect. My punk ass daddy went to jail one night pissy drunk and running his mouth. He called the wrong mother fucker a faggot because that nigger, beat my daddy’s ass, then fucked him so savagely he bled to death by the times the guards gave a damn to take him to the hospital. My Mama, that bitch got cut from sew in to snatch by the last ain’t shit nigger she allowed to come lay-up with her. Both my parents are dead, and I have not given one fuck and refuse to shed one tear.”

“I almost wish that I could harden my heart like that.”

“One day you’re going to. Everybody reaches a point when they get tired of being fucked with and fucked over, I just reached that point before puberty.”

“My Mom wants me to talk to him before he passes.”

“But what does what she want have to do with you? Okay, let’s say your Daddy apologizes to you because he wants to transition in peace; does that undo the fucked-up shit he said and did to you when he was alive and breathing?”

“No, it won’t,” sighed Makial, “But for some reason, I do want to hear him sincerely apologize and I forgive him. I think it would bring me closure.”

“Fuck closure, ain’t nobody who wronged me going out of this world with my forgiveness.”

“But don’t you ever get tired of carrying around the venom.”

“No, because it’s mine. It’s all the legacy bestowed unto me by those who gave me life.”

“But why would you want that?”

“Because that’s the one thing I have to ensure me that not nah nother bitch, bastard, or mother fucker ever gets over on me. If my mother and father could beat me and treat me like shit, I’d better not ever get it in my head that anybody gives a fuck about me.”

“Not even the white men who wine and dine you and take you on cruises?”

“Shit, boy, I am something for them to stick their needle dicks in, yes, they throw money around, and yes, they aren’t abusive as fuck like black men, but make no mistake about it, I am a fetish to them. A fetish that they are going to pay well to indulge in, but a fetish none the less.”

“Damn, I feel sorry for you.”

“Don’t. I am young, good looking, don’t have any diseases, and I have money in the bank, ain’t shit in the world to feel sorry for me about.”

“But your life is so empty.”

“Ha! Child, I am about to go trip the light fantastic on a cruise with my sugar daddy, you’re sitting here waiting for your hateful ass daddy that don’t give a fuck about you to suddenly call you to his deathbed and apologize. That’s not just empty, that’s ignorant and self-destructive as fuck. Anyway, let me go finish packing. I’ma be gone for a couple of weeks.”

“Have fun.” Said Makial halfheartedly

“Take care of yourself, Makial. You get on my damn nerves, but you do pay your half of the bills on time.”

“Careful there, I might start to think that you like me.” Smiled Makial

“Ehh, you ain’t no bum ass nigga. You’re light and bright, if you were only white and a top, we might be good together.”

“Nigga, care your ass.” Laughed Makial throwing a pillow at him. Khairee dodged it then mocked Makial by twerking before exiting the room.

Makial was grateful to Khairee for making him laugh. It had been a long time since Makial had heard himself really laughing; if only he could compound his laughter with genuine happiness.

Chapter Four

Makial hated when it was his night to bartend at the Tres Bleau, the town’s only Bistro. Referring to the restaurant as a bistro was confirmation of the owner, Mario Kale’s delusions of grandeur. At best, Tres Bleau, was a gussied up Golden Corral with a liquor license.

“Let me get a Long Island Iced Tea.” Said the handsome man who sat down at the bar. “Oh, shit!”

Makial finally looked at the customer. He damn near sank through the floor with shame. Makial had never thought of a scenario in which he would encounter Chadwick again, but there he was, sexy as hell, sitting at the bar.

“Long Island Iced tea, that’s going to be 15 bucks.” Makial mixed the drink and prayed that the bar would become busy soon, so he wouldn’t have to further engage Chadwick.

“So, we’re not going to even talk about last night?” smiled Chadwick handing Makial his credit card.

“I’d rather that we didn’t.”

Thank God, the card wasn’t declined. Three prior customers had attempted to buy drinks with insufficiently funded credit cards.

“When you left, I had resided myself to the idea that I never needed to see you again, but I woke up this morning and I don’t know, I just wanted to know you. It has to be more than a coincidence that I came here tonight.”

“Look, Chadwick, I really have a lot going on right now and I am not really trying to go wherever it is you want this to go. I am sorry.”

“The only place I am trying to go is back to your place or mine when your shift here is done.”

“I am not a jump off.” Said Makial defensively

“I never said that you were. You are a delicate situation. You need and want the comfort of a man, but you are afraid to let one comfort you.”

“Whatever, Dr. Fucken Phil.”

“Dr. Phil can talk your head off; I can fuck your brains out. But you need more than that.”

“And you can give me more?”

“I don’t know; are you going to at least let me finish inside of you?”

“We’ll see.” Shrugged Makial. “I get off in another hour.”

Makial was more relaxed in his own apartment. The multiple liquors in the Long Island Iced tea had Chadwick hard as steel.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, Chadwick held his cock in place as Makial eased himself onto it.

“Goddamn!” they said simultaneously when Chadwick’s throbbing cockhead broke the barrier of Makial’s asshole.

Makial pushed everything: his dying father, fear of being seen as a faggot, fear of being a jump off, out of his mind. He was determined to enjoy this experience. He rode Chadwick’s dick as if it were a matter of life and death

“Damn, boy, you feel so good.” Said Chadwick gripping Makial’s ass and plunging himself deeper inside of Makial.

Makial’s body shook, as his asshole spewed thick, milky cream that oozed down the shaft of Chadwick’s dick and puddled around his balls and inner thighs.

Panic arose within Makial. He had heard so many disparaging remarks about bottoms who creamed out of their asses. God only knew what Chadwick was thinking.

Chadwick could feel the tension in Makial’s body.

“It’s alright.” He whispered wrapping his arms tightly around Makial

“I’ve never done that before… I …”

“Shhh, it’s all good; the wetter the better.” Chadwick laid Makial on his back and kissed him until he could feel the tension in his body subside. “You ready?” Chadwick put himself back inside of Makial. “Wrap your legs around me, hold me, don’t let me go, just hold on to me.”

Makial’s legs clasped around Chadwick’s waist. He licked Chadwick’s bald head and allowed himself to once again enjoy the pleasure of having Chadwick deep inside of him.

Chadwick came, flooding Makial. Makial clung to him until the very last drop was spilled.

“I wish I could stay inside of you forever.” Said Chadwick. “It just feels right being inside of you.”

“No guy has ever told me that. Would you believe me if I told you that was the first time that I felt right having a man inside of me?”

“Wow, do you want to talk about it. I can be Dr. Phil for a while.”

“No.” Makial kissed him on the lips. “This was so amazing; I don’t want to talk about anything negative. Not tonight.”

“Fine, I’d much rather be Dr. Feelgood anyway.” Chadwick ducked his head under the covers.

“Oh My God!” Moaned Makial as Chadwick’s tongue lapped away at the moisture in his asshole.

Chapter Five

“Makial, he asked for you. The man can barely talk but he told me to make sure that you came to see him.” Makial hated that he has answered the phone, after the extraordinary night and morning that he has spent with Chadwick, the last thing he wanted was to deal with this.

“Mama, I don’t…”

“Makial you have to. You both need closure. Please Makial, so that he can go on and leave this world. He is suffering.”

Makial wanted to scream to his Mama that he had been suffering for seven years.

“Mama, I swear. I am on my way.” Makial hung up his cellphone

“Do you want me to go with you?” asked Chadwick who had been trying to pay attention to the donuts and coffee he had gone and purchased them for lunch and not the call that Makial was having with his Mother.

“Thanks, but no thanks. I need to do this alone.”

“I understand. I am going to get going. Here is my phone number, hit me up for any reason.”

“Definitely.” Said Makial holding out his hand for Chadwick to shake. Chadwick gave him a deep hug.

“After last night, you know damn well I ain’t about to settle for a handshake. Shit, it’s hard enough settling for a hug.” Chadwick adjusted his crotch in an effort to hide his oncoming erection.

“We’ll definitely take care of that at a later time.” Promised Makial. Chadwick gave him a quick kiss on the lips then left.

Makial wanted to call Chadwick back, return to bed, and have Chadwick fuck him until all of the pain, and confusion inside of him dissolved.

“Ain’t that much fucking in the world.” Laughed Makial gathering his keys.

“Oh, thank God you’re here.” Makial’s Mother cried as she hugged him tightly. “He can barely talk; you are going to have to lean in to hear what he has to say.” She instructed leading him to his father’s room.

Makial instantly felt pity for the man, rather shell of a man, that lay in the hospital bed. Battling two cancer’s simultaneously had left Malique Vann barely 100 pounds. Makial couldn’t help but cry. Seeing his father like that was enough for Makial to forgive him.

His father motioned for him to come closer. Makial’s father grasped his hand. He barely had the grip of a small child. Makial leaned in ready to hear the words that would allow his father to transition in peace and allow Makial to go on with his life.

“Do not come to my funeral,” His father wheezed barely able to speak above a whisper. “You skinny, yellow faggot.”

Makial heard a rattling in his father’s chest and the back of his throat. A loud monotone came from the monitor beside his father’s bed as a steady straight line ran across the screen.

Makial shook all over. Even as doctors came into the room in a futile attempt to save Malique Vann, Makial stood crying and trembling.

“Oh, baby, at least you got to see him” said his Mother attempting to comfort Makial

“Get the fuck away from me!” screamed Makial shoving his mother “Did you know he was going to call me that?! Did you lure me up here just so that he could humiliate me one last time?!”

“Makial, you know that I would never.”

‘Fuck him! And fuck you too!” Makial stormed out of the hospital. He had decided that from that moment on, both of his parents were dead.

Chapter Six

“Chadwick, hey, it’s me Makial.”

“Hey, how is your father?”

“He died.”

“I am so sorry.”

“Yea, I don’t want to grieve. I need the comfort of a man and I was wondering if you could come over and comfort me.”

“I’ll be over there in about an hour.”

“That’s perfect.”

Thick, foamy, suds sloshed out of the tub as Chadwick explored another position to fuck Makial in.

“Damn, I want to stay in you forever, baby.” Panted Chadwick, “But I cannot hold it.” Chadwick exploded inside of Makial.

Makial settled in Chadwick’s arms. The warm water, heavy with the smell of sandalwood and citrus soothed him.

“Baby, anytime you are ready to talk about your father, I am here.” Said Chadwick

“My father is dead, and I am free; that’s all you ever need to know because that’s all there is to know. All the fucked-up shit he said and did to me, died with him today.”

“Are you sure?”

“If I wasn’t sure, this would have never happened.”

“I hope so because I am really starting to catch feelings for you Makial and I want you to be okay.”

“Damn, I have never had a guy… I really like you Chadwick.”

“That’s all we need to know right now. We both have feelings for each other, so we should explore to see if we can connect on an even deeper level.”

“You mean fall in love?” asked Makial

“Yeah, but not force it. If it happens it happens.”

“I am down to explore the possibility.”

“So am I, but for now I would like to explore something else.” Said Chadwick

“What’s that?”

“I would like to see if I can stay inside of you longer this time.”

“Explore away.” Said Makial opening his legs wide, sending water sloshing out of the tub

“Damn, I wish it could be forever.” Said Chadwick entering Makial again. Makial’s ass gripped Chadwick’s dick, he wrapped his legs around Chadwick’s waist as Chadwick closed his eyes and with every thrust longed for forever.

The End