Sweet Angel, Mine

Chapter One

I needed the money. Floyd, my partner of 35 years had been dead for a year and a half and in my grieving process, I found myself in a lot of debt. One could only go on so many cruises or extended trips abroad in order to avoid sleeping alone in a bed you shared for over three decades before he found himself in my position: 58 -years- old and just barely able to scrape by from month to month.

I needed the money and I was lonely in that big three-bedroom house so it made sense for me to rent out the other two rooms.

For two weeks many undesirables passed through wanting to rent one or both rooms but I just didn’t feel safe. They either had noticeable drug habits, seemed abhorred at the notion of a background and credit check, or tried to talk me down from $700 a month with no extra charge for internet, cable and utilities.

I had almost resided myself to the notion that I might just have to put the house up for sale and downsize to a small apartment. A shitty way to live the rest of my life, but it beat sinking further into a mountain of debt. On the very morning that I had made up my mind to call a real estate agent and set the ball in motion for selling the house, two of the most beautiful young men I had ever seen came to inquire about renting the place. Their names were Kendrick and Damon. Kendrick looked as if he had been sculpted rather than born. His chiseled cheek bones and physique were the personification of beauty. His dark black skin was so shiny and vibrant it appeared liquid. Damon was plain by comparison. Much lighter skinned, he did not possess the attributes that made Kendrick stunning. He was skinny and though handsome, he wasn’t likely to ever be considered better looking than or ever equally as handsome as Kendrick. He seemed self -conscious and quite dull next to Kendrick’s radiant black beauty.

“The room is $700, but since you are a couple, I am going to have to charge a thousand.”

“Oh, we’re not a couple.” Said Kendrick. Poor Damon looked crestfallen. I wasn’t stupid. Those two were definitely fucking, Damon just hadn’t caught on yet that it was supposed to just be fucking.

“So, will you be renting separate rooms?”

“Umm, we can’t really afford to do that.” Said Damon. “Kendrick is between jobs but we can share a room and pay the $1,000.” Kendrick looked like he wanted to beat that boy’s ass. I actually respected him for his honesty.

“I am going to have a job soon!” Fired Kendrick. “I will give you every cent of your Goddamn money back so you can stop trying to make it out to people like your ass is taking care of me.” Kendrick stormed out of the house and slammed the door as if his ass was already a tenant.

“I am so sorry, Mr….”

“Randolph. Just call me Randolph ,young man, and you don’t owe me an apology.”

“He’s really a great guy, Randolph; he’s just been under a lot of stress lately.”

“Do you give me your word that your friend is not going to make me catch a charge because I am not too far removed from my switch blade sissy days.” I made a stabbing gesture. He smiled the warmest, most heart melting smile I’d seen since Floyd’s. This young man was indeed beautiful.

“I promise. I am going to be honest with you, we really need somewhere to go. Kendrick came to stay with me at my sister’s place a couple of weeks ago and this morning she was like he had to go if he couldn’t contribute to the bills.”

“So, you actually have a place to stay, you’re just looking out for him?”

“I know I am stupid. My sister told me so this morning. I love him though.”

“Oh sweetheart, I really don’t think you know what love is.” I hated to be condescending with the lad but damn, why couldn’t he see that in spite of his best effort, Kendrick was never going to reciprocate the feeling. I was tempted to refuse rental because I didn’t feel comfortable seeing someone get used but shit, that boy was old enough to choose dick over stability and I was in no position to turn down and extra thousand dollars a month, so I showed him around the place. Damon selected the second biggest bedroom, the one right across from mine, for him and Kendrick. He placed $1,500 in my hand along with a promise to have the rest of the security deposit to me by the end of the week. I trusted him for some reason. He wouldn’t risk losing a place for Kendrick to stay.

Chapter Two

Two weeks in and three things were becoming painfully clear, Kendrick wasn’t trying to get a job, Kendrick didn’t give a shit about anyone accept Kendrick and Kendrick was getting on my last goddamn nerve.

Vain to no end, he showered and changed clothes multiple times a day but didn’t bother to pick up after himself in the bathroom leaving things for Damon to tidy up before he left for or after he came home from one of his two jobs. Yes, the poor fool had managed to find himself another job, while Kendrick would go out all day claiming to have put in applications with no luck.

What really pissed me off was the way that he took poor Damon for granted, talked down to him, and only seemed to want him around when he needed to get off.

One morning I was awakened by their loud animalistic fucking. I peeped my head out of my bedroom door and just as I had suspected, theirs was wide open. Seeing Kendrick in all his glory, I understood why Damon was a willing fool. Kendrick’s dick would have made a male pony hang his head in shame. It was as beautiful and black as the rest of him. He stood behind Damon who was bent across the edge of the bed and slammed himself in and out of him causing sweet, shy Damon to utter a string of obscenities that sounded almost demonic coming from his otherwise respectful mouth.

I quietly shut the door, ashamed of the fact that I was fully aroused having seen what I’d had no business seeing. Unable to remove the image from my head or not hear their moans and swears of ecstasy, I took a bottle of baby oil from my dresser and drenched my hard-throbbing cock. My eyes closed, my cock in my hand, I thought of my beloved Floyd, when we were both young and vibrant. His beautiful light honey colored skin, his greenish brown eyes, his humble demeanor was so much like……Damon! That’s whose face I was starting to see. His moans from across the hall sounded as if he was right there in the room with me. My dick grew firmer and firmer with every stroke.

“I love you! I love you!” I heard him shriek from across the hall as I skeeted damn near across the length of my room.

“I love you too.” I whispered because Kendrick damn sure didn’t say it to him.

Still feeling vibrant after my morning nut, I went for a walk into town, something that Floyd and I enjoyed doing. Our small little college town had so many unique book stores, boutiques, and cafes. It had indeed been a long time since I’d ventured out because Rosie’s, my favorite sandwich shop, was now named Budd’s. It still had the same billboard and décor but new ownership. Bless his heart, Roosevelt Jennings the previous owner had told me and Floyd he planned to sell and retire to the Bahamas.

In the year and a half following Floyd’s passing I spent so much time away, I hadn’t bothered to keep in touch with old friends. So, imagine my pain when I saw Old Rosie’s picture on the wall with the dates 1959- 2017. While grief for my partner had me running away to escape the area, I missed the passing of a very close friend.

I kissed my right hand and touched Rosie’s picture with it. Goodbye Old Friend. Please Forgive me.

“Randolph.” Smiled Damon. God did he look cute in his uniform. The turquoise shirt made his greenish brown eyes pop. “Sit down, let me take your order.”

“I am really not familiar with the food here; what is good?”

“They have a pretty good tuna melt, the five-meat hoagie is popular with customers, they also have some good burgers and hot subs, plus their muffins and cake slices are great.”

“Which cake do you prefer?”

“I am partial to their carrot cake.”

“Well, let me get a slice of that and a cup of coffee.”

“Coming right up.” He smiled

“Carter, take a break after you serve the gentleman.” Instructed the rotund white man behind the counter. That was the first time I had heard Damon’s last name. Had he and Kendrick made off with any of my possessions, I would not have any idea who exactly to send the law after.

“Here you are.” He said setting my cake and coffee in front of me. To my delight he sat down at the table across from me.

“Are you a musician?” He asked “I noticed that there is a piano and an acoustic guitar in the living room I was just wondering.”

“For years I was this town’s high school band and chorus teacher. I retired a couple of years ago when Floyd passed away.”

“Floyd?”

“My partner, the love of my life. The handsome gentleman in the picture on the right side of the mantle.”

“Oh, I was wondering who he was. I wanted to ask but Kendrick said I asked too many questions and it’s rude to pry.”

“Kendrick sure does have an interesting perspective on things.” I frowned. “This cake is pretty good.”

“I told you it was good. So, if I may ask; how long were you and Floyd together?”

“We were together 35 wonderful years.”

“Wow, me and Kendrick have been together for three”

Oh, sweetheart, you and Kendrick are not together.

“Is that so?”

“Yea, we met at a party, hooked up that night and have been in each other’s lives ever since. My sister, Jennifer, she hates Kendrick. She thinks he uses me. I don’t feel that way. Do you think Kendrick uses me?”

Sugar coat it, Randolph.

“You know what young man, I don’t feel that I have known either of you long enough to have an opinion either way.”

“I appreciate that.” He smiled. “I’ve got get back to work, it’s starting to get busy in here again.”

“Well, you can go ahead and take me plate, I am not going to finish this whole slice of cake. I’ve got to keep my girlish figure.”

He chuckled as he collected my dish.

“Angel.” I said reading the tattoo neatly inked on his right wrist.

“It’s my mother’s nickname for me. I got it a few months ago when she passed away.”

“Oh, I am so sorry. You must have meant a lot to her.”

“I am her youngest.”

“You know that name suits you.”

“Thanks.” He blushed. “Kendrick hates it because he said it sounds weak.” He started to walk away then returned to the table to say, “I wouldn’t mind if you called me Angel, Randolph, just don’t do it around Kendrick. I will be back with your ticket.”

Maybe it was my wishful thinking but Damon sounded very damn flirtatious when he asked me to call him Angel.

Chapter Three

For two days Angel was bursting at the seams over having Thursday, Friday, and Saturday off at both of his jobs. He was like a giddy child whenever he would discuss with me in private all of the special things he had planned for him and Kendrick.

I felt both sad and warm inside as he named some of the many destinations that Floyd and I enjoyed, like the drive in and the local paint and sip café.

Kendrick came home Wednesday afternoon, excited over the fact that he had reconnected with his ex, Christoph on social media and the two were going out of town together for a few days.

My heart hurt for poor Angel who watched the man he loved pack his suitcase and go on and on about the anticipated nights of love making with Christoph. To add insult to injury, poor Angel was instructed not to call or text Kendrick while he was away.

That night I ordered pizza and cinnamon sticks for the two of us. Angel thanked me, announced that he wasn’t hungry and went off to bed.

The next morning Angel was alarmingly cheery. Maybe he had cried enough through the night that he had no more sadness left inside of him.

‘You have anything planned for the day?” He asked me.

“I was probably going to take a scroll into town, do a little window shopping; perhaps some actual shopping.”

“You mind having company?”

“Of course not. I would be honored.”

“Thank you, Randolph. I really appreciate you. Today is going to be good.”

I hadn’t laughed so hard or had so much fun since Floyd passed away. All of the vacations I took after his passing were an escape but they did not bring me they joy that spending the day with this beautiful young man did.

I was quite impressed with his ability to differentiate antique items and vintage clothes from junk when we were in thrift stores.

At some point I was so occupied with the stores impressive volume of record albums that I hadn’t noticed when he had snuck away to the counter and made a purchase. Whatever it was, he held onto for dear life.

“A gift for Kendrick?” I enquired as we were walking down Main Street.

“No. Could we please not talk about him. I am sure he isn’t talking about either of us.”

Well Goddamn.

“I understand.”

We enjoyed lattes at the local coffee house. In spite of his wish to not discuss Kendrick, I noticed that Angel would check his phone every so often and look disappointed by the fact that Kendrick hadn’t so much as texted him a hi.

“Randolph, did Floyd ever hurt you?”

“Yes, early in our relationship he hurt me really bad. He cheated on me with one of my friends.”

“How did you deal with it?”

“I was as your young people like to say, petty as hell about it. I fucked his cousin.”

“What; Randolph, really?”

“We were both young, dumb and full of cum. We risked losing each other over some meaningless fucking with meaningless people. Eventually we forgave one another and the rest is history.”

“How many times can a person hurt and disappoint you before it’s time to stop forgiving them?”

“Angel,” I said reaching across the table and touching his hand. “You’re going to have to figure that out for yourself, baby.”

“This has really been a great day; thank you so much, Randolph.”

“The pleasure was all mine young man.”

I didn’t expect him to hug me, but God was I grateful that he did. He clung to me tightly and I inhaled the sweet aroma of cocoa butter on his skin. I gently kissed him on his neck. He broke our embrace but didn’t seem upset by what I had did

“Oh, I got this for you.” He said handing me the mystery purchase from the thrift store. ‘Good night Randolph.” He went to his room before I had a chance to offer a “thank you” or “good night”. Inside the bag there was a brown box decorated with gold paisleys. Inside the box was a beautiful boy angel figurine. If I hadn’t known any better, I would have sworn that Damon/Angel had been the model for it. Written on the base on which the little black cherub stood were the words, Sweet Angel, Mine.

I hugged the figurine close to myself the way that wanted to again hug the boy. I went to bed telling myself that it was just an appreciation gift and it didn’t mean anything more.

Chapter Four

I awoke the next morning to the sound of piano playing. I instantly recognized the melody because I was in the middle of composing it when Floyd had taken sick. I put it on hold to take care of Floyd and abandoned it all together when he died. The three pages that I had managed to complete were being played expertly. I got out of bed and went into the living room where Angel sat at the piano, tears streaming down his cheeks and playing the unnamed song throwing his every emotion into each key stroke.

“I am tired of loving somebody who doesn’t love me.” He said never interrupting his playing or turning around to acknowledge my presence. “I should be spending time with my siblings. I pretty much gave my sister my behind to kiss trying to secure a place for him. I am tired of him fucking me and me hoping, praying that he will just fall in love with me a little. I am tired of not being enough for someone that I have been everything for.” He destroyed the beautiful melody by crudely raking his hand over all the keys. He swiveled around on the piano bench to face me.

“You, play beautifully.” I said out of complete lost for anything else to say to him. He reached oud and touched my crotch. Instantly my cock sprang erect and poked through the hole in my boxers. He snatched them down to my ankles. I don’t know if the boy was possessed or what but he sucked my dick with such intensity it felt as if he was trying to snatch my soul. Spit trailed down my balls and inner thighs as he took my monstrous cock deep down his throat.

What the fuck was wrong with Kendrick. Good as Angel could suck a dick he deserved to be somebody’s one and only.

He didn’t let up even when I announced that I was on the verge of coming. He sucked the nut right out of me, swallowing every drop. When he finished, he simply got up and returned to his room leaving me there with my underwear around my ankle and my semi hard dick dripping his saliva.

“I am sorry about this morning.” He apologized when we ran into each other in the kitchen around noon. “If you want us to leave, I will understand.”

“Angel, it’s okay. I am not offended. Thank you. You made me feel very good.”

“I swear to God I didn’t do that to be petty. I doubt if Kendrick would care anyway. You have just been so nice to me and I really like you Randolph and I just wanted to make you feel as special as you make me feel.”

“I make you feel special?”

“Yes. I don’t know but I think I am catching feelings for you Randolph. Today is the first day in three years that I didn’t care if Kendrick texted or messaged me. I spent the whole morning instead hoping that you would want to ___________”

Before he could get the words out of his mouth, I had his basketball shorts pulled down around his ankles and him bent over eating his sweet young ass in the place of my afternoon lunch. He damn near climbed up on top of the counter as my tongue went deeper into his cotton candy pink asshole.

“Oh shit! Oh shit!” he uttered as I alternated between licking in a circle and giving him quick puppy laps. I ripped his boxers from around his ankles and casted them aside. I wanted him to have full ability to open his legs wide for me. I turned him over onto his back, His asshole was drenched in my saliva so my pulsating head slid right in.

“Oh Shit!” He said wrapping his legs around my waist. His asshole was an inferno and gripped my dick like a vice. I wanted it to last for hours but it just wasn’t meant to be. I hadn’t fucked in so long and his ass was so good, I exploded deep inside him. His legs dangled limp around my waist as lay on the counter top, enraptured.

That night he slept in my bed. Well, I wouldn’t say slept. The one time I had managed to doze off after our love making, I awoke to him massaging my dick erect. Not wanting to shame or startle him, I pretended to still be sleep. When he had me to my fullest potential he took the bottle of massage oil from the night stand and lubed my dick until I was so hard it had actually begun to hurt.

Careful, not to disturb my sleep,He mounted me placing me inside of himself. Once he began his ride I startled his young ass by grabbing his waist and flipping him over onto his side. I raised his right leg across my shoulder as I tore into his ass with reckless abandon. The boy was going to learn to ask me for dick, not just take it. His little freaky ass loved every minute of my hard pounding. Just when I’d get him hyped from being fucked in one position, I’d change on him and introduce him to a new one. There were a lot of years between 58 and 23 and I was damn determined to show him that with age came wisdom in all aspect of life, including fucking.

His little potty mouth was out of control yelling obscenity after obscenity. The boy came so hard we were both sprayed in the face. I didn’t care. That boy’s mouth and ass had drunk so much of me cum, how dare I be upset by some of his in my face?

“I love you, I love!” He declared as I filled his insides

“Open those pretty eyes.” I ordered. I looked him dead in the eyes when he I said, “I love you, Damon, I Love you.”

“Call me angle.” He whispered to me wrapping himself tighter around me.

“Angel. My Angel. Sweet Angel, mine.”

We clung to each other for the rest of the night.

Chapter Five

Kendrick arrived home the next morning. A whole day earlier than expected. He threw his suitcase across the living room floor.

“That bastard!” he yelled not giving a damn that at 7:00 A.M. Angel and I might have still been sleeping. “How dare he invite his ex. How dare he send me home in a fucken Uber!!! Damon! Damon, I need you.” He walked to him and Damon’s room. “Where the fuck is he; goddamn it I am going through something!”

Not bothering to knock he flung my bedroom door open

“Hey Randolph have you seen_________” He was frozen for a solid minute. Neither me nor Angel made an attempt to move away from each other or show the least little bit of shame or remorse for our actions.

“You are laying up in bed with this old ass man; bitch you know you’re nasty!” raged Kendrick. When neither of us gave him the reaction that he wanted he stormed out of my room slamming the door behind him.

When we finally got out of bed for the day, Kendrick was gone, but not before smashing the frames to some of my pictures and scrolling many of Angels possessions throughout the house.

“I will replace the frames for you.” Said Angel.

“I will help you get your things back in order.” In less than ten minutes the two of us had undid the damage caused by Kendrick’s tantrum.

“Are you okay?” I asked.

“Yes. I spent three years dreading the day that Kendrick would walk out of my life for good, but today, I am glad that he did.” We kissed, for no other reason than the fact that we could.

“Call me Angel.” He whispered to me.

“Sweet Angel, Mine.” I whispered to him as I lifted him off his feet and carried him to our bedroom.

The End

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