by Pope, M. T.
“I could be better.” I spoke up, seeing that my mom was in the hospital. A “fine” was not the order of the day. I was a wreck inside and I knew it.
“Well let me get to the point of my calling you here. Your mother’s kidneys are failing and it is to the point of no return. She has only a few weeks left to live.”
“Huh?” I muttered. “I mean—how?—she didn’t—” I stammered. “Mama, you told me that everything was fine. How could you—” I instantly got light-headed and room began to spin.
“Miss, you okay?” The Asian doctor rushed over to me and caught me before I almost tumbled out of my chair.
“Yes—yes—no—I need some water ... water please.” I swooned again. He propped me back up in the chair. I saw Ashley leave out of the door. I assumed she went to get me some water. A few more minutes went by and Ashley came back, handed me a bottle of water and rubbed my back. It was feeling so good. I almost forgot where I was. She was so gentle at times. Flashes of our lovemaking popped into my head and I quickly pushed her hand away. I didn’t want anyone thinking I was doing a chick, especially my mother.
“Baby—I—I—I didn’t want to burden you and your new life.” Tears were running down her face. I got up and hugged her as tight as I could.
“Mama, you’re not a burden. I was being selfish and I let the mistakes you made raising me control and rule me.” I squeezed tighter. I didn’t want to lose my mother.
I heard the machine beeping and then it got louder ... and started make a funny noise, causing me to jump off her. I forgot she had some tubes in her and I might have inadvertently pulled one out or something. But it wasn’t me. The noise continued as the doctor raced to her side again checking the machines. I backed up with panic on my face. Ashley stood back by while a couple of nurses rushed in to assist the doctor.
“She’s flatlining!” I heard a nurse yell out. “Get her out of here.”
“Nooooooooo!” I cried out as a few nurses tugged and pulled me out. I wasn’t an easy pull so they struggled. “I’mmmm ... Not Going. Any ... where.” A big male nurse came and helped the other nurses pull me out of the room, while the doctors worked on my mother.
Ashley silently walked alongside of me as they ushered me toward the waiting room.
“I’m very sorry, but you have to wait in here,” the male nurse said to me with a sympathetic look on his face. I am sure that I was not the first person to be dragged out a hospital room by him. “They will do all they can to save her.”
I practically fell in the chair and sobbed deep and hard. I was a mess.
A few minutes later the doctor walked into the room with a look that was all to known.
“She didn’t make it? She didn‘t make it?” I yelled out as I got up and ran up to him.
“No ma’am. I’m sorry I just couldn’t save her. It seems like she just gave up.” he said softly and solemnly.
“No!” I bellowed out without a care. Then the whole room went black.
I awoke minutes later by the help of some old- fashioned smelling salts. My hair was a mess and I was still in the waiting room, but they had my legs propped up on another chair. Ashley was fanning me. She had look of compassion and sorrow. She had been silent the whole time we were here and I was proud of her for being a lady of her word.
“Is my mother really dead?” She simply nodded her head. “Mmm,” I moaned as my bottom lip began to quiver again. I took the tissue that Ashley had handed me and covered my mouth as I sobbed and rocked. I wasn’t ready for this.
I so wanted to tell her I’m sorry for blaming her for my molestation. It really wasn’t totally her fault. I had a part in it. A real big part in it.
Me and Ashley sat in silence as an hour went by. I then decided that I needed to go home. I was in no condition to drive so I let Ashley drive me home. I hoped my husband was home so I could get him to take Ashley home. But when I arrived home he was nowhere in sight. I was so out of it that against my better judgment I let Ashley sleep on the couch downstairs. I drifted off to sleep and was awakened by Ashley in between my legs lapping at my pussy.
“I thought this would make you feel better,” she said as she went back to work on giving me some release. It didn’t last long because not too long after she started pleasuring me, I heard my front door slam and footsteps moving around downstairs.
“My husband!” I pushed her off of me and onto the floor. Hurting her was the last thing on my mind. How was I going to explain to him that she was in my bedroom. . . naked? She scrambled her clothes and ran into the closet. I positioned myself in the bed to play like I was asleep. I heard him sloshing up the steps and into the bedroom.
“Hey, baby,” I rolled over and stretched like I was sleeping good. “How was your day?”
“It was good.” He smiled. “I stopped by your office today and was told you were gone for the day. They said something about a family emergency.”
“Oh ... uh ... yeah ... My mother died.” It rolled off of my tongue like I was telling him it was hot outside.
“Oh, baby,” he cooed as he sat down beside me and grabbed me into an embrace. I played into like I was going for an Oscar. “I’m so sorry to hear that.”
“It’s okay. It was her time.” I said it without as much as emotion as I should have, but I was more concerned with him finding a naked Ashley in my closet.
“Anything I can do to make you feel better?” he asked, rubbing my back.
“Well ... there is one thing.” I seductively got up and began to unbutton his shirt and then his pants. I needed to distract him as best as possible. And this was the only thing I could do. I pushed him down on the bed and began to massage his manhood with all my might.
“Close your eyes baby. I am about make you dream big.” A big smile crossed his face and he did just what he was instructed to do. I said it loud enough for Ashley to hear and I was hoping that she got the clue. Sure enough as soon as he started moaning she started creeping out of the closet and toward the door. She was now fully dressed and moving quickly. By the time I finished my husband off, I had heard the front door open and close letting me know that she was indeed gone. I let my husband explode all over my face and then I collapsed beside him glad that I got away with yet another day of lies.
Chapter 22
David
Birds of a Feather
May 8th 2:09 P.M.
“Where are you?” I called and called Grace’s phone, but it kept going to voice mail. I just stopped by her office and was told that she was gone for the day. And that it was a family emergency. I wondered what kind of family emergency she had since I was the only family she had. I mean I did hear her talk to her mother on the phone every now and then, but that was it. I never met my mother-in-law and or any of my wife’s family and neither she mine. It really wasn’t a topic of interest for either of us.
I was sitting in my office and it was almost time for me to get ready to head home.
There was a knock at the door.
“Come in,” I called out.
“Hey sir, I was just stopping by to see if you still wanted to head to the gym with me for a quick workout like said you would.”
“A workout,” My mind and libido instantly thought about sex. Mentally I had saw him naked and I was stroking his dick to a full thick length and then swallowing him whole. He didn’t know the things I wanted to do with his dick and his balls. I’d bend him over and toss his salad like I was a vegetarian.
“Professor... . Professor!” He waved me out of my daze. “Are you going?”
“Yeah ... I mean, Yes.” I corrected my grammar. “Can you give me a minute to get myself together. I will meet you out front in a few minutes.”
“Okay, sir.” He had so much respect for me. Always had good manners every time he talked. You could tell he had a good upbringing. Almost feel bad for wanting him sexually. I just couldn’t help it. I was weak. I presented this confident and in-control man in front of my peers and my wife, but when I get
to myself all I feel like is a ho. I am still fucking my molester and pretending to be happily married. When deep down inside I wanted to be with a man. Married to a man. But, my wife was a cover-up, a good one at that. She didn’t know she was being used and all these years of being married I was faking it big-time.
I got up from behind my desk and went into my closet and pulled out my gym gear that was being used for the first time. I literally had to blow dust off of it. I had no intentions in gaining this much weight or any at all. I had slacked up and was complacent with myself and my secret life so much so that I slipped up and let myself go.
“I’m ready.” I patted Alex on the shoulder as I exited my building.
“Good, because I’m ready to get this.” He smiled as he picked his bag off the ground. We made small talk as we made our way toward the gymnasium.
I flashed my identification, as did Alex, and we made our way toward the locker room. I was following him because I had only came here in the beginning of my career here and they had done some remodeling and construction over the years. I was stealing peeks at his butt as he walked. He definitely had a tight end. I smiled to myself.
We made our way into the locker room and my heart almost burst out of my chest. There were men everywhere. Small, tall, dark, light, but all muscular. But what mostly caught my attention was that some of these men had no shame. Some were absolutely naked. I mean nothing but flesh. My dick rose and it was hard to contain and conceal. My eyes were bouncing off of asses to dick and from dicks to asses. I bumped a few people as I followed Alex through the locker room. I almost wanted to keep my eyes closed for fear of a man catching me staring and whipping my ass.
“Hey, professor,” I heard an unfamiliar student yell out. But he too was naked, so I just waved and quickly turned from him to keep from staring at his huge dick. Man, these men just don’t know. I know I wasn’t the only one in here like this ... you know ... down-low. I saw a couple of the “children” as we exchanged quick glances, letting me and them know what “we” were and some were in attendance as well.
“Professor, you can take this locker right here next to mine.” Alex smiled. Again, such a beautiful smile. A handsome, young man. Ump! “I hope you ready, because I gets it in when I exercise.”
We undressed out of our regular clothes and put on our gym gear. I tried my best to get a peek at his package, but he was turned away from me, so it was not going to happen. I so wanted to see what he was working with. If he was hung I don’t know if I could contain myself in his presence without coming on to him and if he wasn’t I probably still would want to take it there. But, again I didn’t even know he was gay or not. I mean he didn’t give off any signals but I knew that was very misleading. Down-low ain’t got no signals until they got a dick in their mouth or you got theirs in yours. It’s just that simple. You don’t know. But I wasn’t going to press up on him just yet. I was patient.
Over a period of about an hour and a half we worked out on every possible machine: Squats, push-ups, jogging, weight, and crunches. You name it we did. I got to see his ass in every way possibly imaginable. I was horny as hell by now.
I got kind of excited when we finished. I was glad we were done exercising, but I was even more excited that we could take a shower together. I had to get a look at his dick.
Well, no such luck. He was evasive in the shower too. I could kick myself I was so horny now. I knew exactly what I needed to do now.
We exited the gym and I dropped him off with quickness and made my way over to John’s house to get some much need release. I was going to put a hurting on his ass tonight for sure.
I pulled up to my usual spot, parked and made my way toward his door. I knocked on the door and within seconds the door swung open like it was being kicked down. John didn’t look like himself. He looked warn and tattered.
“Everything okay?” I asked as I looked up from kneeling down and taking off my shoes.
“Hell fucking no.” He spoke with ferocity. He was a bitter old man but not this nasty. Something or someone must have really pissed him off. I was now having second thoughts about being here. I didn’t want to be caught in no shit for a quick nut. This muthafucka has a gun or two up in here and I know it. He always bragged about them, but I never saw them and I didn’t care to. I had to admit I was a punk in the worst way. Nobody had to tell me it. I knew it.
“What happened ?” I inquired not really caring. I wanted to hit him off and be about my business.
“I had a visit from some soft-ass muthafucka who wanted to know about my son. He said he wanted to know how he was a kid growing up and all that shit. I told his ass to get on. What I should have told him that his ass was a fucking momma’s boy and that’s why I fucked his ass.” He laughed. But it was a twisted laugh. I was now looking at him like What the fuck? He did his son the same way too. This muthafucka was a serial molester. I was dumbfounded. He made me wonder how many other people he messed up like he did me and Robert.
“Always up under his momma. His soft-ass didn’t do nothing but color, draw and read books. And his ugly- ass momma worked all the time, leaving me with him all the time. I had shit I wanted to do and I didn’t want to be tied down to no sissy kid and a nagging wife.” He flopped down in his recliner and grabbed his bottle of liquor that was next to him and threw it back, taking a long gulp. “When are you going to get a job? She would constantly ask me. I ignored her most of the time. Getting a job was the least of my problems. Her ass trapped me with that ‘I’m pregnant shit’ so I had to marry her ass. Shit, my mother made me do that shit. Told me I had to do right by her. Huh, her ass didn’t even know who my fuckin’ father was. How she gonna tell me what to do?” He swigged another gulp of liquor and threw the bottle against the wall shattering it. It caused me to jump. I looked at John like he was a whole ‘nother person. But, again I was delusional and just now seeing him for who he is. A gay lunatic.
“Wowwww,” was all I could get out. I just stared at him as he continued to mumble some obscenities out of nowhere. As crazy as he was at this moment I still wanted to get a nut off in his ass.
“Look John, I’m sorry about all of that but you know what I came here for,” I stated plainly.
“Yeah, I know what you here for.” He got up and staggered around the room for a minute like he was looking for something.
“You looking for this.” He pulled out a 9 mm gun and pointed it at me.
“Uhhhhhh,” my mouth was open so wide I could catch flies. “Nahhhh, man. That’s not for me.” I was backing up, trying to get myself to the door.
“What you backing up for? You running out on me. I thought you wanted to fuck me?” He laughed a wicked laugh. “Changed your mind?”
“Look, John ... come on, man... . put the gun down.” I was shaking a little bit. “It’s not what you think.”
“Yes, it is, bitch ... you think I’m crazy. Like all the rest of these muthafuckas.”
“Nah, man ... That’s ... that’s not me.”
“So you don’t think I’m crazy?”
Yeah, bitch you gone! I wanted to say but I kept lying to him to ease his mind.
“Would I be coming here all this time if I thought you were crazy?” I asked turning the tables on him. I saw his hand go down like a bell went off in his head. “I’ve been with you all this time because you cool peoples.” I was lying to him with all I had. Shit we were birds of a feather. We just had different crazies, that’s all.
He walked up to me and put his head on my shoulders and cried.
“My son’s dead,” he said as he lifted his head off my shoulders. I saw pain in his eyes.
“I’m sorry to hear that.” I didn’t know what else to say. “He’s probably in a better place now.”
“You think?” His head cocked to the side in wonder. I just hoped his ass didn’t snap and shoot my ass up in here. To prevent that I went for a hug and eased the gun out of his hands. He willingly let it slip from his hand into mine relieving my
worry.
“Let’s get you into bed.” I had no intentions of fucking him tonight or anymore for all that matters. I slowly walked him to the back of his apartment to tuck him in and get the hell out of there. Sure enough as soon as his ass hit the pillow he was out. I got my shit and got the hell out of there as fast as I could. I made sure I took the gun he had with me, because you never really know when you gonna need one. His ass won’t remember it anyway.
I pulled up to the house fully exhausted and ready to hit the bed. I saw Grace’s car in the driveway so I knew she was home. I was hoping I could get some play tonight, since my horniness materialized once again as I pulled up to my house.
I walked in the house, hid the gun in my office real quick and made my way up to the room. I was greeted by my wife, a lovely blow job and the sad news of her mother’s death . And I must admit she put a nigga out for the night with the job she did on me. She said it was to comfort her, but I got what I needed out the deal as well.
Chapter 23
Ashley
Chip Off the Old Block
May 8th 5:04 P.M.
I got out of Grace’s house just in time. I had just to got a call from home girl from the Bistro to come hook her up again with that good head game. I felt bad for Grace and losing her mom and all, but I wasn’t putting my plans to the side just because she was grieving. I had goals to meet and I still need her.
When I got in the house Alex was in his room with the door closed as usual. I put my ear to the door to be what he was for a moment: nosy as hell! I heard him on the phone talking about baby this and baby that. It was about time he was trying to get some pussy and leave my business to me.
After few more seconds I lost interest and walked away toward my room. I was in need of an orgasm, but none of my girls were available.
I scrambled around my room trying to find me a vibrator or something to get me off so I can get a good night’s sleep so I can get through my day full of classes tomorrow.
