Hustling on the Down Low

by MT Pope

  Chapter 19

  Corey

  A Tight Situation

  My mother let me have the car so that I could take care of some business like I said that I wanted to, but the whole time driving, it felt like I was being followed. I knew that my mother had talked to my father about the “pregnancy situation,” and he interrogated me as well. Then he put one of his boys on my trail. I was pissed because I wanted to go get me a piece of ass, and this was blowing me. I hated being a part of a drug family at times like these. My father was on his hyperprotective bullshit, and now I was being trailed. It was so-called protection, but the only protection that I needed right now was the Trojan condom I was about to use to go up into some fresh ass.

  I was becoming more and more pissed as I drove closer and closer to my destination. I had to do some ditching to get this fucker off my tail. It wouldn’t be easy because my father had some loyal guys, and they did what he said . . . or they didn’t come back.

  It was later at night, and the streets that I was taking were busy. I began weaving in and out of traffic, and then speeding up, and this dude was still on me. He knew that I knew he was following me. He made it a point to show me. I hated that shit. I even ran a few lights to see if he would follow, and sure enough, he was right on me. He was intentionally trying to fuck up my night. That shit worked.

  I finally pulled over in a quiet neighborhood, and this dude had the nerve to park a few cars up like he wasn’t following me. I quickly hopped out of my car and sprinted to his car.

  “Stop following me, yo.” I mean mugged him. I was still my father’s son and heir to his throne. I had some pull.

  “Little dude, I’m on assignment. There is nothing you can do or say to get me off your tail.”

  “Dude, I’m on some private shit, and I need you to get lost for a few. How much you want to get missing for a few?”

  “Dude, you ain’t got what I want. I’m good.” He looked serious.

  “Dude, you mean to tell me that if I got a chick to fuck your brains out for free, you wouldn’t take a break on trailing me?”

  “Dude, pussy’s overrated. Your pops serious about his seed. I’m on you till you make it home.”

  “Damn, I can’t believe you turning down some pussy for my pops. He can’t be paying you that much.”

  “It’s about loyalty. Not money.” He looked at me expressionless. He was a regular guy’s height with some muscle. Damn, dude was good looking too.

  His phone rang, and he answered it. He had a few words with whoever was on the phone; then he hung up and set it on one of his legs. He had one of those huge phones that could be a phone and a tablet.

  My eyes caught hold of a very familiar app that was very risqué to have in my father’s clique. This was an app that I had on my phone, but it was hidden. This dude must have two phones, and that phone probably was his personal one. He was slipping because he was driving all alone. I guess my father had some of his other men on other assignments.

  “Dude, I guess you’re right. Pussy is overrated, but dick must be right up your alley.”

  “Li’l bro, saying that could get you killed.” He looked at me like it was a threat on my life.

  “Especially if my father found out that one of his boys liked boys. Kind of crazy to hear him talk about you in that manner and keep your composure.”

  “Dude, you got the wrong one.” He was sticking to his story firmly.

  “That app on your phone says something else. I know what it’s all about. All I need to do is make a call to my dad and your life is over. I don’t think you want that.”

  “What you want from me?” he asked, finally giving in.

  “I want some of your ass.” I smiled at the irony of the situation. I was going to get some ass when, all along, some ass was following me. I know what you’re thinking. I’m taking a chance at this dude spilling the beans on me about my sexuality too. But I figured my father would kill him first. Worst-case scenario for me is my father disowning me. But I doubt if it would ever get that far. I would kill dude before it ever moved past his lips.

  He looked at me like he was confused.

  “Yeah, man, I’m gay, and you will be able experience some of this good ole dick. Keep this between us and I won’t have to spill the beans.”

  “Cool,” was all he said as he nodded. I had to admit, he was easy to persuade. I guess dick and pussy reigned. It just depends on who you talking to.

  “Follow me,” I said, and then walked back to my car.

  It didn’t take long before we were at secluded motel. My anticipation was off the charts. I had him book the room; then we made our way in.

  He was a little hesitant as he walked in front of me. This may have been his first time.

  “This your first time?” I asked as we stood in the middle of the small room.

  “With someone your age, yes.” He looked like he was ashamed. He had to be in his late thirties, and I was still in high school.

  “Dude, age ain’t nothing but a number. You going to enjoy this dick.” I grabbed my already pulsating dick through my sweatpants. “Get on them knees and get that throat ready to be stretched.”

  He did as he was told, and I pulled my dick out and let it hang out over the waistband of my pants. His eyes got big with excitement. He moved in for the kill. The warmth of his mouth was out of this world. I had a blow job before, but dude was going to town. He was sucking so hard on my dick that I lost my footing a few times.

  “Let’s get these off. Take your shit off too.” I removed my pants, and he did the same. He had a big dick as well and a nice fat ass that was hidden in the loose-fitting jeans he had on.

  I sat down on the bed, and he got back on his knees and began to deep throat me like he was an Olympic dick sucker going for the gold medal.

  His phone rang, and he immediately stopped what he was doing. He put his hand up to silence me. I wasn’t a moaner, so that wasn’t a problem anyway.

  He answered the phone. “Hey, sir. Yes, I’m still on him. He stopped at this offbeat motel with some girl in the car. It looks like they are going to be in there for a while. No, sir, I will not leave for anything. Yes, I will let you know when they are finished and when he is home safe . . . later.”

  He hung up the phone; then he got back to giving me some throat sex.

  “Damn, dude, you good at this shit. I just might make you my bitch. Now get up on that bed on all fours I want to feel them walls around my dick.”

  I grabbed my pants and took a condom out of the back pocket. I strapped it on my dick and primed his ass for my girth. I lubed up my finger and his ass with my saliva and eased in a finger at a time until he was riding three of my fingers with ease. He let out a few whimpers that made me rock hard. I loved a guy who made some noise to let me know they were enjoying the sex.

  I eased up behind him, and then slowly eased myself into him. He wiggled and thrust himself toward my lap like an experienced dick rider. I was loving it. It didn’t take long before the slapping of skin could be heard. I fucked hard, and then slow. I didn’t want to come too soon. I wanted to enjoy it, and I wanted him to enjoy it to. Fucking him doggie style was cool, but I loved to fuck on my side.

  He was throwing himself back giving me the fucking of my life. He had experience. This wasn’t my first time, but most of the guys I have fucked were a little timid and scared. He wasn’t at all.

  Dre and I fucked for over an hour; then he followed me back home like he promised my father. He gave me his private number so that we could get together again. I was looking forward to it too. When I fell asleep, I slept like a contented baby.

  Chapter 20

  Avery

  Playing Games

  It’s amazing the influence that you can have on people if you got what they needed. All you need to have is an answer to one of their problems; then you have them in the palm of your hands.

  Monica was a beautiful woman, and her husband was too busy chasing a ghost to realize
it. Yes, I knew who these people are. Her husband was the main man trying to find me to take me down. What were the odds that this situation would fall into my lap? Well, the odds were good, because I sent the invitation to their house inviting their son to play basketball on my team. I knew my enemy well, yet he knew little about me. I wanted to play the cat-and-mouse game for a little bit before I destroyed him and his family. I had his son and now his wife. I wanted to see if she was a strong advocate for her husband as she says and acts as if she is. I was getting bored because running a drug and crime business was boring after a while. To me, that is. Once again, it gets lonely at the top. So, I had to invent some games along the way to amuse myself. Yes, these were lives of people that I was playing with, but I didn’t care. They knew the consequences of getting into the game. Besides, who needs family anyway? I didn’t have my own, and I was thriving in life. Sure, I get lonely from time to time, but it passes, and so will it when I break this family apart.

  “So, what’s your home life like, Corey?” I asked. He was in my office, and it was right after we had practiced hard for our first game in a few days. I had certificates and trophies that were in a lighted case on the wall opposite of me and pictures of past teams posted on the walls to my left and right. My dark cherry wood desk was in pristine order and shining as if it was brand new. The sunlight from the window behind hit it and added to the quality of the desk.

  Corey was still sweaty and glistening on his shoulders and chest. He was a fine specimen, and I’m sure the ladies and boys were all over him. I’m sure he would only confess to the ladies, though. He didn’t know that I knew about his sexuality. He was too much like me at his age. He hid it well. I knew all the signs because I was once where he is right now. I can imagine the turmoil going on in his life right at this time. His mother may have an inkling, but his father is totally clueless that he had the enemy right behind the closed doors where he sleeps. It was quite humorous to witness.

  “It’s pretty normal,” he answered. He looked at me straight in the eyes. He was an honest liar, for sure. I loved it.

  “You’re an only child?” I asked. I knew the answer. I just wanted to bond with him so I could use him later.

  “Yep, it’s just me,” he spoke nonchalantly.

  “So you don’t want any other brothers or sisters?” I inquired.

  “My parents knew that I was the best and that there was no need to have any more children. I’m all they need.” He spoke with confidence. I feel some arrogance mixed in with it. He was sure of himself. I liked it. It slightly reminded me of myself. I could control mine, though. I’ll be teaching him how to very soon. I think that I’m going to make him my son. His father didn’t appreciate him anyway. He probably tried to force his masculine ways down his throat just like most men in society. That’s why they can’t catch me. They feed me the bullshit through the media, and I used it to take down the city. They were at my mercy.

  “So, if your mother told you that she was pregnant, what would you say?”

  “They not getting it in like they used to, so that’s not going to happen.” Corey’s confidence was on blast. He had some information too.

  “Oh, but I bet that you are. You have a girlfriend?”

  “Nope, but I have options,” he answered, and then laughed lightly.

  “What do you mean by ‘options’?” I asked. I already knew that he was avoiding the question with the answer that he just gave. It was a good one too. An uninformed person would have taken it as he was a player and had many women, but I knew that it meant ‘mind your own fucking business.’

  “I meant it like I said it. Options. I get to choose. You know . . . options.” He was sticking with that answer, and I knew that I would be testing him on these ‘options’ soon enough.

  “So I take it your hand gets in a lot of work.”

  “My hand?” he looked confused for a second. Then it must have hit him. “Ohhhh shit. Dude, you are fucking crazy. You on some wild shit.” He laughed and hit his hand on his leg as if I told a funny joke. He was getting comfortable with me. It was like a potter molding some clay. First, you had to massage it and get it in a place where you can mold it.

  “Well, you did say options. So, I figured that was one of your ‘options,’” I spoke, and then smiled.

  “Well, I don’t have to use that option that often . . . If you get my drift.”

  “Oh, I get your drift. But I would caution you to take your time with your options. Be careful and be you. Don’t let anyone take that away from you. You have the freedom to be you. Fuck anybody that gets in your way. Got it?”

  “Yes, I got it, Coach.” He looked me in the eyes, and I did the same. Then he pulled his phone out and looked at it.

  “I got to be going, Coach. My mom is outside waiting for me. It’s been real,” he said as he reached over to shake my hand. I wanted to pull him into an embrace and hug him like he was my son already, but that would soon become a reality in time.

  Chapter 21

  Leroy

  Turned Off

  It was about a quarter of eleven when I pulled up to my house. I was exhausted. Mostly mentally, though. Staying in the game and climbing to the top was exhausting. There was always money to be made and enemies to be stamped out. I hadn’t been in the house this early in a long time. All I wanted to do is get in the shower and then get into bed. I prayed and hoped that I got a rest-filled sleep. I stepped out of the car and then walked up the stone path that led to the front door. I stopped and looked up at the house that the money I had made afforded me, and then looked around at the cars that I had and admired it all. I had it built on close to half an acre of land, unlike what I had as a child. I wanted my family to have this. It was two stories of hard work and tears. Three bedrooms, because we were planning on expanding the family, two-and-a-half baths, a two-car garage, and a fenced-in quarter-acre backyard. I didn’t want to lose it to this ghost freak. I worked fucking hard to get it, and I had to work harder to keep it. I left the hood and promised my wife that we would never go back. I would die before I went back, and that was a promise I made to myself. Fear and rage filled up in me, and I didn’t like it. I shook my head, trying to shake the thoughts of losing all of this and the respect of my family all to one man.

  I finally opened the door to my home and breathed a sigh of relief. I felt safe in the confines of my home. They say a man’s home is his castle, and I agreed 100 percent.

  It was dark in the house when I entered it. I could hear the television on upstairs. Monica needed some sounds from the television to help her sleep. I didn’t need it and preferred not to have anything on because I needed to be aware of my surroundings and odd sounds. I was hoping Monica was asleep so that I could move about without her questioning me. She may have questions that I didn’t have answers to, and I didn’t want to be put in that position with my wife, along with ones I had myself about my current situation. She texted me earlier that day asking me about my expected arrival time home. I was glad that I didn’t have to overanalyze anything my wife does because that could have been her keeping tabs on me if she was creeping out on me, but I had a loyal wife, and I didn’t lose any sleep in that area. She knew who her king was. And my queen knew her place in my life. We had a bond that no one could break, and I didn’t ever have to worry about it.

  I walked up the steps to the second floor of our home, down the hallway, and headed straight to the bathroom that was on the outside of our bedroom. This is the one that Corey uses because we have one that is attached to our bedroom. I admired the decorations that lined the walls as I made my way down the hallway. My wife had good taste with African figurines and pictures hanging from the walls. It’s amazing how much you pay attention when your way of living is threatened. With every step, I made sure that I didn’t wake my wife. We didn’t have squeaking floors, but I was just being extracautious. I needed to take a quick shower and then hop into bed. I had more meetings in the morning. My life was just one big meeting
. The streets were watching, and they were waiting for the rightful king of the streets to take his place at the top.

  I stripped down out of my clothes and turned the shower on. I let it run for a few seconds before I stepped in. I closed my eyes as I let the showerhead rinse the stress of the day away. I felt a presence behind me causing me to become defensive very fast. I turned around quickly, and before I knew it, I had my wife’s body pinned to the back of the shower wall with my hand around her neck. The look on her face was of pure shock. I instantly released her and then apologized. “Damn, baby, I am so sorry. You scared the shit out of me. You were quiet as shit.”

  “I . . . I was just . . . just trying to take a shower with you. I wasn’t trying to scare you.” She looked at me in surprise as her chest heaved up and down.

  “You know I would never hurt you, right?” I smoothed my hand on the side of her cheek with gentleness. I had to recover this situation. I hated being this aggressive and defensive, especially toward my wife. She was the last person I wanted to hurt.

  “Yeah, Leroy. I know.” She smiled, but I could tell that she was hurt by what just happened. Anyone would be hurt, especially if this was the second time that it happened. I kicked myself mentally.

  “Good,” I spoke, and then asked, “Monica, could you wash my back for me? A brother is tired.”

  “Sure, baby, I always have your back.”

  It stung a bit to hear her say that, but I ignored it. I knew that I needed to pay more attention to her. She was one of the main ones that I pushed on the back burner when I decided to take this guy’s hold he had on the city. I would make it up to her when it was over.

  We were out of the shower and in the bed within twenty minutes. I apologized to her several more times, hoping that she knew that I was sorry. I truly was sorry.

  I was turned on my side trying to doze off, and the things of the day were running a race through my mind. I just wanted to rest. Monica didn’t have those plans now. She eased up toward me and reached around me and eased her hands down my boxers and began to massage my manhood. It was feeling good, but I just didn’t have the energy or the willingness to participate in any sexual activities. Sex took work, and even if she rode me like a cowgirl, I still would have to act like I was into it. My libido was gone now. I carefully moved her hand off my dick and over back toward her. I felt bad, but I would feel even worse if I participated halfheartedly.