by M. T. Pope
I walked in and the place was half empty, which wasn’t unusual for this place.
“How are you doing today? How many are with you today?” The hostess greeted me as I walked up to her podium.
“My party should already be here.” I smiled. “There they are right there.” I peeked past her and pointed to Carlos and Carla sitting at a booth, sitting next to each other all hugged up. Jealousy enveloped me just a little as the hostess walked me back to the table.
“Hey, you guys,” I said as I slid into the seat opposite them. They had already had the bread and salad at the table.
“Hey,” Carlos mumbled with piece of bread that she just handfed him.
“Carla, this is my best friend, Kraig.” He smiled as he looked at her and then to me.
“It is so nice to finally meet you, Kraig. Carlos has told me so much about you. But I’d like to get to know you as well.” Carla was a very pretty girl. She was dark skinned with brown eyes and a short, spiky haircut. Her nails looked to be well manicured and she had a beauty mark on the left side of her face right above her eye. She had on what looked like a navy blue pants suit that went well with her body shape. She was a full-busted woman, but I was sure it was enough for Carlos’s mouth and hands.
Okay, bitch, slow your roll. I don’t know you like that to let you all up in my business. “Same here.” I smiled and reached across the table to shake her hand, holding back my thoughts that wanted to spill out on the table. I didn’t want to be jealous about some broad I didn’t even know yet, but it was happening. I didn’t want to come across as a bitchy gay guy the first time meeting her. Because, yes, I could be one of those at the drop of a dime.
“I ordered you some hot wings. They will be here in a few minutes.” Carlos knew all my favorites and today was no exception.
“Thanks.” I sipped on the Sprite soda he had ordered me as well. That too was one of my favorites. “So, Carla.” I sipped my soda again. “I just want to thank you for recommending me to your boss. I really appreciate the support.”
“No problem, Kraig. I believe that we should always support each other. It will only make us stronger as a people.” This bitch is racist. She done dropped a card from her hand already. I abhorred when black people said, “we need to support each other as a people.” To me it was like they were doing me a favor because I was black. If you going to do something for me then do it; don’t add the rest of that other stuff because then it’s not genuine to me. But that was how I felt about it. Other people felt quite the opposite about it.
“I’m sorry, ‘a people’?” I looked at her and then Carlos. He had a “please don’t do this” look on his face.
“Yes, the human race. We would get along as a people if you would help each other out in life more instead of it being about ourselves all the time.” She cleaned up her statement.
Okay, I’ll give you that one. “You know what, you are absolutely right about that. I am all for that,” I stated matter-of-factly and smiled.
“Hot wings?” asked a tall, slinky waiter who walked up to our table. He looked like he was Latino or something. He wasn’t bad looking either. But he looked young. This establishment was known to hire young servers.
“Right here.” I put my hand up, signaling him to my side of the table. He slid it on the table and walked off. It reminded me of why I didn’t like to come to this restaurant that often. The food was great but the service was horrible.
“I love hot wings too,” Carla mentioned as I took one off of the plate.
“Really?” I smiled. “That’s nice to know.” I was being a smart ass and I knew it. I continued to eat. If she thought that I was going to offer she was dead wrong. Besides, the last comment was me being sarcastic. I was trying to be nasty on purpose. I was trying to find her buttons to push. Sometimes you got to squeeze the ghetto out of these uppity-acting chicks.
“I declined to order them because I tend to get into my food when I eat. I can be a little messy. I don’t want to get any on my clothes. That sauce can be murder for the dry cleaners to get out.” She snickered.
I unveiled a small grin and then sipped on my soda again.
“So, Kraig, I hear you have a man in your life. When will we meet him?” she asked.
I almost choked up the chicken I just swallowed. “Excuse me?” I looked at her and then sternly at Carlos.
“I . . . um . . . told her that you . . .” Carlos tried to clear up the situation.
“Carlos told me that you were gay. I’m sorry if I stepped over my bounds.” She looked apologetically at me and then at Carlos. I was waiting for Carlos to start explaining. I was heated that he told this chick my business and didn’t even know her that long, actually at all. “My brother is gay and I know that it’s a touchy subject for a lot of people. Even the individuals themselves have a time discussing it.”
“Um . . . sweetie . . .” The bitch in me clicked in and I was ready to go in on her. “I have no problem with who I am or what I do. I just don’t think I should be a walking billboard for all gays. It’s my life and my choice to tell who I want to know.”
“I hear that.” She smiled and rolled her neck a little. “Do you, honey. Get it and get it some more.” She laughed.
I couldn’t help but laugh a little as well, even though I wanted to hate her and all of that. I couldn’t hate, just because she seemed to be genuine in her approach.
“Well, I am not going say I’m glad that you know.” I looked at Carlos, who had on that “please forgive me” half smile and his head cocked to the side a little. “I just wish I got the opportunity to tell you myself, that’s all.”
“Yes, I understand that.” She agreed with what I just said. “Snoopy and I were just talking and he couldn’t wait for me to meet his best friend in the world. He couldn’t stop talking about you. So I had to me this wonderful guy named Kraig.”
“Snoopy?” I looked at Carlos and laughed because nicknames were synonymous with boo loving.
“Um, don’t!” Carlos warned me and smiled again. I was so going to tease him about this nickname later and he knew it.
“Yes, my Snoopy.” She touched Carlos on his nose with her index finger and then kissed him on it. I almost threw up my hot wings again.
“To answer your question about ‘the man’ in my life, that is not something definite and ‘he’ is not the meet-and-greet type.”
“Please don’t tell me he’s one of them downlow married men.” She looked at me intensely like I was actually going to give her the T on that. Not.
“No, he’s just shy.” I looked at her back just as intensely.
“Oh, okay. Because I can hook you up with my brother. He is single and hot to death.”
“If he looks anything like you then I know he is gorgeous.”
“Changing the subject,” Carlos interrupted. I could tell that he wasn’t comfortable with my last comment about her brother. “Where is the waiter at in this joint?” He looked around the restaurant and then put his hand up when he saw a waiter.
“I’m sorry about that.” The waiter rushed up to the table. “Are you guys ready to order?”
“Yes, we are,” Carlos answered for all of us.
“Okay, I’ll take your orders starting with the lady.” He pulled out his notepad.
She placed her order and then Carlos and I ordered our food next. Things pretty much went smooth for the rest of the night, until I got a text message from Jarrod.
“Hey, I got to go take care of something. I’ll catch up with you guys later.” I got up from the table, grabbed a napkin to wipe my mouth, and then pulled out my wallet and put some money on the table.
“It was nice meeting you, Carla.” I reached over the table and shook her hand. “I’m sure we will be doing this again. See you guys later and have a nice night,” I said and then walked off toward the door.
I was only a few steps out of the restaurant when Carlos called out to me. “Kraig . . . wait up.”
I stopped
and turned around to see what he wanted.
“Hey, man. Thanks for coming, Kraig. I really appreciate this. I mean it.”
“I know, man. It was a blast.” I was telling the truth. I felt really good about Carla. She seemed to be a class act. “You got you a good girl this time. I can tell.”
“Yeah, man. She is, isn’t she?” He was hopped up on love: the most dangerous drug in America. I could tell by the goofy look on his face.
“I’m sorry for spilling the beans about . . . well, you know.” He looked away for a quick second. I realized at that moment that maybe I was a little ashamed of being gay.
“I’m not even sweating that. It was small potatoes to me.” I shrugged my shoulders.
“So, was that him that texted you just now?” He looked at the phone I had in my hand.
“Uh.” I stammered.
“Don’t even tell me.” He laughed awkwardly. “Just be careful.” He looked at me straight in the eyes. I knew that I was protective of him, but he was protective of me too.
“I will,” I assured him.
“All right.”
I reached out and hugged him. It was a brotherly hug and I hung on to him a little longer than I should have. I really did love this dude and I wished him all of the happiness in the world.
“Later.” He gave me daps.
“Later.” I walked off and jumped into my truck. I looked down at the text message again and pulled off toward my destinations. I knew this was a booty call, but he didn’t know that I was going to be the beginning of the end of his fairy tale lifestyle.
“Let me get this shit started.” I backed up my truck and pulled off with payback running warm in my blood.
Chapter 17
Nightcap
I pulled over to the side of the road right before where I was supposed to be meeting Jarrod and reached back into the small cabin behind me to get my clean-up kit. I had to make sure I had condoms and lube in the secret compartment.
“Okay, good to go.” I pulled off, headed toward the location we were meeting each other. I assumed he was on duty, since he did pull Carlos and me over at night.
I pulled up to the location and looked around for a patrol car, or any car in the parking lot of the retirement home that looked like it could be his perch spot. I didn’t know why he picked a spot like this, but I assumed it was because it was less conspicuous and the residents were probably sleeping. I couldn’t help but hope that I could hook this brother into my plans. I had more plans for him then I originally had planned.
A few minutes of sitting in my truck thinking and plotting passed before he showed up in his police cruiser. I knew that this would be a quickie for sure. I grabbed some condoms and some lube. There was light in the parking lot, but we were in a section close to the woods that surrounded it. There was a lot less light and it would be hard to see us doing anything if someone happened to come out of the building.
I jumped out of my truck and walked the few feet to his truck and hopped in. When I got in the car his dick was already out and at full length. Dude is no joke. He is ready to get his rocks off for real.
I couldn’t even get in the truck good before he reclined his seat and pushed my face toward his dick. It made me think that this wasn’t his first time doing this. He had his cop computer folded and pushed as close to the dashboard as it could possible go.
“Damn, no hello.” I looked at him briefly before I took him into my mouth. I heard the police radio band dispatching different things as I began to do my thing. It didn’t faze him at all. He just palmed the back of my head and moaned.
Slurp . . . slurp . . . slurp. I licked his head like an ice cream cone and then jammed him back down my throat.
“Mutha . . . fucka.” Jarrod groaned and thrust himself with aggression as his ass lifted up off of the seat. “You got my wife beat . . . Shit yeah!”
That shit is a given, muthafucka! I continued to molest his meat and in the process he had reached behind me and stuck his hands down my linen pants to squeeze my butt.
“This is my shit right here.” He stuck a finger in my ass.
“Ohhhh.” I briefly took my mouth off of his dick when he stuck two of his large fingers in me all the way.
“I’m definitely hitting this.” He pulled out his fingers and smacked me on the ass. I was turned on all the way. He was a bigger freak than he was in college.
“Yeah, daddy. You can get this ass. It’s all yours.” I pulled up off of his dick, pulled my pants off, and positioned my butt toward his face while I continued to suck him off. I loved the fact that he was still in his uniform. It just turned me the fuck on.
He palmed my ass and pulled it all the way to his mouth. I wasn’t ready for the explosiveness of his sexual prowess. He was off the chain. I was sucking his dick like I was trying to take the skin off.
Awww, yeah . . . Suck my shit.” He thrust himself in my mouth real hard. He stopped eating my ass to stick two of his fingers back in me. He was preparing my anus for the entry of his dick. I was wet and you could hear the squishy sound as he fucked me with his fingers.
“Okay, time to beat that ass up.” He pushed me off of him and back into the passenger’s seat. “You ready?”
“Born that way.” I gave him a serious look.
“Okay, then get your ass out of the truck and bend over the trunk of the car.”
“Huh?” I paused.
“You heard me.” He grabbed the condom and lube I brought in the truck off of the dashboard and exited the car. “I’m fucking that ass in cool breeze tonight. I’m getting as much ass as possible for letting that case go.”
“Whatever.” I got out of the truck and bent over the trunk. I only had on my shirt and it was a little breezy outside. He was fully dressed and his hard dick and balls were the only things outside of his clothes. He was in control of this situation, so he thought.
“Damn, nigga, you tight as shit. When the last time you had some good dick? Is it that you haven’t had a dick this big in your life?”
“You the biggest,” was all I could get out before he started pumping my ass real good. It was a lie, but hey, he believed it. The slapping of my dick against his truck and the handcuffs that slapped against my ass made it all a reality. This muthafucka don’t even care about nothing or nobody. Not even his damn kids.
“This . . . my . . . ass . . . now. You owe me for life.” He started to long stroke me and then he started to pound me hard. I was taking it like a champ though.
“Yes, daddy . . . For life, daddy,” I moaned.
He pulled out and pulled me up with force. You would have thought I was one of his perps or something.
“Sit up on the hood.” I did as I was told even though the metal was cold on my bare ass.
He pushed me back and put my legs over his shoulder. My head rested on the back windshield as he thrust into me.
“Fuck, daddy . . . Fuck me!” I egged him on. Truth was I was ready to go. He wasn’t putting in the work that he thought he was.
Next, he got up on the bumper of the car, and pushed my legs toward my shoulder, his arms on the sides of me, and dug deep in my ass.
“Uh . . . Uh . . . Uh,” I moaned because now he was started to actually fuck me like I liked.
“I’m cumming . . . I’m cumming.” He pulled out of me and hopped down off of the truck like Superman.
“On your knees,” he commanded. Again, I did as I was told. The rocks and debris pressed into my knees but I ignored the pain and let him finish on my face.
“Ahhhh.” He pulled at himself as he spewed onto my face. “Damn, you got some good ass.” He smirked at me as he mushed his cum all around my face with his dick. “We got to do this again. And we will.
“Hurry up and get your shit. I got to get back out on the street.” He put his dick back in his pants and walked back around the truck and threw my pants and underwear out of the window. He pulled off, leaving me there. And once again, the abandonment that I felt way back i
n college reappeared like it never left. I quickly threw my pants on and looked down at the ground to see the used condom he used, the wrapper, the bottle of lube, and the unopened condoms on the ground.
“Fingerprints,” I thought out loud. I didn’t plan on having his fingerprints but they were all over the bottle and so were mine. I went to my truck really quick and found an empty bag I had in the glove compartment. I scooped up the condoms and lube off of the ground and made sure not to touch it or smear the fingerprints off.
“This shit is going better than I thought it would,” I said, walking back to my car. I hopped inside and pulled off with a big smile on my face.
Chapter 18
Overjoyed
“Hey, Hey, Hey.” My voice resonated in a very upbeat manner as I entered the front door of my mom’s house. A few days had gone by from when I sexed Jarrod in the retirement home parking lot. I was still puzzled that he didn’t know who I was. I so wanted to remind him of his history with me, no matter how brief it was. The next time we meet up I will be turning up the heat and putting in some serious work to get him to fall for me.
The house was quiet except for the soft playing of music I heard coming from in the kitchen.
“Ma!” I walked into the kitchen, expecting her to be there like she usually was, fixing lunch and watching soaps, but she wasn’t there. I saw the back door open, so I walked up to it and saw my mother at the back of the yard planting some flowers in one of her two flowerbeds.
She had on her denim dress, an oversized flower hat, and an apron. She looked so busy. Mulch and unplanted flowers were strewn about, waiting to be planted. I opened the screen door, and walked down the stairs and down the cement-paved walkway that led to where she was.
“Hey, Ma.”
“Hey, baby.” She turned around slightly to smile and then went back to working on her plants. “What brings you over?”
“Oh, nothing,” I answered. “I just came by to see the love of my life.”
“Awwww.” She got up from the ground and kissed me on the cheek. “That is so sweet.”
