Authors: Michael Lewis
“Still think
you’re leaving in my car? Think again!” I said before I quickly shot out all
four tires.
“Okay you can
go.”
Nadiah jumped
out of the car, her chest heaving as she huffed and blew like one of the three
little pigs and made a move toward me. My glare caused her to freeze, do an
about face, and get into Ingrid’s car.
“Whoa,
wooooah, uh uuuuhn. Gimme my damn keys!” I said snatching the keys out of her
hands.
It dawned on me…..
I’d given them 5 minutes to get out but 25 minutes had already passed! Up went
the sledgehammer high over my head and came to rest on the hood of Ingrid’s
Toyota Corolla. That hood damn near folded in half with a loud crunch. Ingrid
was dumbfounded for a few seconds before she reacted. By then I was standing on
the hood plunging the sledgehammer straight down through the sunroof.
“Who do you
think you are you country bastard, a lumberjack?” Ingrid shouted.
“Call me John
Henry. Timberrrrrrrrr! Bitch!!!” I shouted, as I brought the sledgehammer down
a second time on the roof of the car. The garage door was up only halfway but
still low enough to get her car out. Instinct told me she would try to back up
with me standing on the hood so the garage door would hit me in the face and
knock me off the car. When she threw it into reverse, I jumped up and caught
onto an exposed ceiling beam then pointed my finger at her and laughed as I
mocked her while swinging on the beam with one arm. She stopped at the end of
the driveway and shouted,
“This ain’t
over!”
“Don’t bring
your ass back!” I said as she backed the car out into the street and drove
away.
I locked all
of my doors, took a shower, and went to bed. Nadiah was gone, so was any
leftover love I had. She and I were officially over.
Six
Ezekiel Nelson
After Jazz
admitted his attraction to me things became awkward. He acted like he had
to conform to some stereotype. He became overly and unnaturally affectionate,
always kissing or touching me. He acted like he was trying to follow some
imaginary gay handbook.
“Zeke let’s
talk.”
“Sure, Jazz.”
“I’ll be
blunt. Zeke I don’t know how to do this.”
“How to do
what?”
“You know…
this… us. Be… um… g-g-ga-uh… um.”
“Oh gay?”
“Yeah that.”
“You are
making it too complicated Jazz.”
“Sorry Zeke,
I just want to do this right. I want to make you happy.”
“There is no
“right way to be gay”. You may or may not even be gay. I know I am. You on the
other hand may not be gay but bisexual. You have been trying too hard to fit
into some role you think you are supposed to play. I don’t want you to be
anything or anyone but Jazz.”
“Zeke, I am
not attracted to men. I am attracted to you. I love you more than anything in
the world, but I mean nothing about me is gay or at least gay as I know it.”
“Jazz you are
trying too hard to label yourself. If a label fits a person, that’s fine. You
don’t conform to a label. The label has to fit you. Labels are for other people
anyway. We rarely label ourselves. When everything is labeled, people aren’t
forced to think. It’s how stereotypes are perpetuated. With labels no one has
to take the time or effort to see a complete person, they can just hate them
from jump.”
“I see what
you mean. No matter what I identify with, other people will call me what they
have labeled me. So in other words, don’t let other people and what they think
define me?”
“Exactly.”
“Zeke, this
is all new to me but there is one thing I am sure of.”
“What’s
that?”
“That I want
to make love to you”
“Is that so?”
“Yeah and that
I’d never hurt you.”
“Is that a
promise you can keep?”
“I’m pretty
sure I can.”
“How can you
be so sure?”
“Because I
love you and seeing you hurt would make me hurt.”
“Jazz there
is something I should have told you the night we had that argument.”
“What’s
that?”
“Jamal and I
came close to getting busy, but I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”
“Word? Baby
you were really thinking about me?”
“Yes, he was
kissing me and I called out your name. That’s why he left.”
“When I
wanted you with me, you wanted to be with me too, huh?”
“Wanted? I
still do.”
“Baby we
ain’t gotta wish no more.”
“We don’t?”
“No, cause
I’m right here and I’m ready.”
“Do you know
how much I’ve fantasized about you?”
“Show me how
much. Show me how bad you want to play some Jazz baby.”
Jazz followed
me into my bedroom. I am not sure which of us was more nervous. He felt like he
needed to impress me. I was afraid I would pop my cork too fast. The
bedside lamp provided an intense red glow over the room as we undressed each
other. Jazz kissed me passionately as he let his large right hand slide between
my thighs. I spread them apart slightly, allowing his hand to caress the
growing bulge in my thin underwear, which hardened in response to his firm
touch and ached to be released from the cloth bondage of my underwear.
“Zeke you
gotta be patient with me. I don’t know what I’m supposed to do.”
“There are no
set rules. Just do what your body tells you to. There’s no hurry, I’m yours all
night long.”
“Okay, that
sounds good, but I want you to be mine fa-evah, not just all night baby.” Jazz
commented before he licked his full lips seductively.
Jazz slid his
long, nimble fingers down my back and into the waistband of my underwear and
slid them off slowly. At the limit of my patience, I kissed Jazz intensely as I
rubbed my trembling hand along the thick, throbbing firmness that lay against
his muscular right thigh. His breathing increased as I placed my hand inside
the strained boxer briefs and grasped his large dick. I couldn’t remove the
cloth barrier standing between me and the object of my desire fast enough.
“Lay back.” I
commanded.
“Ah-Aiight”
He said, with his deep voice quivering excitedly between his gasps.
Gripping his
long, ample hardness, I licked slowly across the large head and he moaned my
name lustfully. Working my way down the rigid column of his generous manhood, I
caressed each inch of him with my wet tongue. He’d been teased long enough so I
took him into my warm mouth, slowly working the dark caramel-colored shaft into
my throat. Jazz reached down and caressed my face softly.
“Zeke that
feels so good, baby. You make it hard to hold back.”
Sensing his
rapidly approaching climax, I increased the pressure in my throat and pressed my
tongue firmly against the underside of his violently throbbing dick. Jazz’s
body grew more rigid by the second and he emitted a low sexy moan, signaling
his approaching climax. Just as I prepared to stroke him to orgasm, his copious
eruption began. Two warm, sensual blasts landed on my cheek before I could
move.
“Oh, baby I’m
sorry. Looks like I got you a couple of times.” He said apologetically.
“It’s okay.
The freak in me kinda liked it.”
“Oh you like
that huh? I’ll make sure to catch you with the next one too then.”
“Only if I
let you catch me.”
“That was
just the warm up. Now it’s time for the main event.” He said as he grabbed my
hand and placed it on his unyielding erection.
I grabbed a
condom from the nightstand then turned to face him. A sensual charge ran
through me as Jazz slowly stroked the deliciously large, phallic manifestation
of his desire, which throbbed in anticipation between his thighs.
“Hold up, I
gotta do something first baby. Lay your sexy ass back and let me earn that
ass!”
I obeyed his
command.
“There you
go. Spread those legs nice and wide for Jazz baby.”
In one motion
he grabbed my thighs, pushed them back, and zeroed in on his target and began a
slow tongue assault. I moaned out his name, which rolled sweetly off my tongue.
My moans sent him into overdrive.
“You like
that! Huh?”
“Yes Jazz,
hell yes!”
“You like how
daddy licks the middle don’t you?”
“Yes!”
“Let me hear
it then. Beg daddy to lick the middle.”
“Daddy,
pleaaaaaase li-li-li-lick th-th-the mid-middle!” I finally managed to get out
between gasps.
“Relax baby.
Jazz is gonna treat it real nice.” He said.
I enjoyed
every twist, turn, and thrust of his long tongue and the warm touch of his
fingers upon my hot skin. After he felt his job was complete he moved up my
body and started a new task. His awkwardness was cute but he got the hang of it
quickly. Each second of gentle suction brought me closer to my breaking point.
“Jazz, you
earned it! You earned it!” I declared.
“Alright
baby, I’mma claim my reward then. All of it!”
I excitedly
grabbed the gold wrapper I had been waiting so anxiously for an opportunity to
use.
Making the
shape of an “O” with my mouth, I held the latex ring in place with my lips, and
then carefully positioned the latex barrier on the head of Jazz’s throbbing
penis. Slowly, I rolled the condom down onto his rapidly thickening, inflexible
shaft. That little trick made his dick jump excitedly. Taking him deeply into
my throat, I placed my hand around his appendage and rolled the remainder of
the rubber sheath down to the thick base.
Jazz looked
at me seductively and licked his lips while communicating his wants with his
eyes. Quickly straddling Jazz’s waist, I guided him inside me carefully as I
lowered my body onto his. Jazz gripped my waist tightly and rotated his hips in
slow, agonizingly sensual circles. When I leaned down to kiss his lips he
placed his hands on the back of my head and pulled me closer.
“Please keep
kissing me baby.” Jazz asked desperately.
“Okay Jazz.”
My kisses
sent him into turbo overdrive. Jazz held my head firmly and began to flip his
long tongue back and forth against mine. Suddenly I felt our bodies shift. I
ended up on my back looking up at Jazz. He grabbed both of my legs and pulled
them around his waist.
“Zeke, you don’t
know how bad I’ve wanted to do this to you.”
“You don’t
know how badly, I’ve wanted you to do this to me!”
“That’s why I
acted like I did when I saw that guy kiss you. I couldn’t take it. I am sorry I
talked to you like I did.”
“It’s okay
Jazz.”
“I kept
thinking about him… him… uh I kept thinking about him being inside you like I
am now and it made me crazy. Zeke this is my place. I belong right here with
you, inside you, loving you.”
As he pumped
harder and harder between my legs, I placed my hands on his ass, caressed the
firm mounds, and enjoyed the rapid contracting and relaxing of the muscles
working beneath his warm, sweat-dampened skin. Desperately, I pulled his body
toward mine. Jazz momentarily halted his deep, hard thrusts and looked at me.
As he looked
into my eyes, he drew his body backwards slightly before he unleashed a slow
powerful thrust forward. He continued forward until all the muscles in his body
tensed. Tears filled my eyes as he thrust his entire length completely inside
me. He patiently stilled himself, allowing me to adjust to his size. Each throb
of his big dick radiated through me like a series of concentric waves, each one
stronger than the last. The intense sensations caused euphoric contractions
deep within my core.
“Jazz!” I
cried out.
“Oh Zeke!”
Jazz moaned, his velvety, deep voice dripping with lust.
He bent down
and slowly licked my right nipple. The warm wetness of his long tongue was
unforgiving and each determined flick against my erect nipple brought me closer
to an inevitable climax. My guttural, desperate cries, moans, and gasps
signaled to Jazz my impending explosion! In response he roughly lifted my legs
up onto his shoulders and fucked me harder. Sweat poured down his chest as he
pounded my contorted body into the headboard. Literally out of my mind with
pleasure and something else indescribable, I whimpered as a powerful orgasm
gripped my body. With no fanfare, no sweet nothings, and no warning, my dick
tensed and forcefully unloaded its contents. I watched as the thick, creamy
fluid hit his sweating, heaving chest over and over again.
Jazz mouthed
the words “Damn, I love you”, then unexpectedly gathered some of my essence
from his chest, and licked it from his finger. When he snatched the condom off,
his dick jerked with sensual convulsions as he stroked it desperately. Jazz let
out a loud, deep roar and yelled, “I’m gonna cum!” He aimed at my chest then
gradually adjusted his aim upwards using my body like a canvas. Usually, I
would have protested the unplanned action, but at that moment Jazz was free to
do any damn thing he wanted to with my inner freak in total control. He
exhaustedly laid his whole body on top of me. His warm skin caressed mine in
the afterglow. After catching his breath he lifted his body over mine with his
arms and said,
“I forgot to
mention something baby.”
“What’s
that?”
“I’m a
straight-up freak!”
“Yeah, I got
that impression.”
“Well good!”
“I got a bit
of freak in me too you know.”
“Yeah Zeke,
that thing with the condom was sexy as hell!”
“I know.”
“Hah! So you
wanna take a shower together and wash ya nigga from head to toe?”
“Sure, but
you better behave.”
“Sorry Zeke I
ain’t promising nothin'!”
“Good, I was
counting on that. Come on.”
“Damn he got
swag to spare and I love it!” I thought to myself.