He was in a very sensual mood and wanted to make sure that every crevice of his body was clean and ready for tasting. He walked around and did a final survey making sure that everything was where it was supposed to be. Pleased with the final outcome, he picked up the phone and called his king.
“This is Tyrin.” he said wearily.
“What’s up baby?” Khalil responded.
“Hey you. I never thought I would hear your voice again, I was about to put out an APB on you.” He said with a smile in his voice.
“It’s almost midnight, why are you still at work?” Khalil asked.
“Why rush home. My husband is out of town and I hate sleeping alone.”
“Awww, you poor baby.”
“Yep, and with that said, I’m still at work, occupying my time.”
“What do you have on?”
“Why?” he asked slyly.
“Because you’re not near me and that means I have to envision what you look like at this moment in time.”
“I see. Well for starters I am wearing black slacks and a navy blue shirt.” He said with a smile.
“What color underwear you have on?” Khalil asked.
Tyrin chuckled and said, “Black”
“Boxers or briefs?”
“Boxer-briefs. The fitted ones you love to see me in.”
“Tyrin?” he seductively cooed his name.
“Yes.”
“Do me a favor.”
“What’s up?”
“Get up and turn off all the lights in your office.”
“What? You’re tripping. Why?”
“Then open the blinds behind your desk and turn your chair around to face the window. Do it boo, please.” he whined.
He did what was requested of him. Once he sat back down, he picked up the phone and asked Khalil what he wanted him to do next. “Look out the window and begin to relax?” He gazed out the window and stared at the beautiful lights of the city, taking deep breaths in an attempt to relax himself.
After a few moments of observing the sights, something that he rarely ever did, he heard his next command. “Unbutton your pants and slide your hand slowly down those black boxers you have on. “ He unfastened his pants with his free hand and followed the directions given to him. He felt the curly locks that led from the base of his stomach to the long piece of flesh that was nestled beneath.
“What next?” he asked with anticipation.
“Close your eyes. Now imagine me on my knees in front of you with both of my hands rubbing your inner thighs; massaging those massive legs that you work so hard to keep up. As you visualize that, I want you to grab the part of you that makes me moan and squirm with pleasure. Do you know what part of you I am talking about?”
“Yes.” he whispered.
“Now imagine me flicking the tip of that piece with my tongue, slowly, slowly tasting the juices that are forming, causing me to want more.” Tyrin felt his manhood begin to grow in the palm of his hand, it had been two days since he had the pleasure of a sexual release, and with all that has taken place he was in dire need of letting go of some tension.
He held his piece and began the rhythmic movement that he was totally in control of. As he let out a sigh, Khalil cracked a smile of satisfaction on the other end of the phone because he knew that his words were working. “Let me taste it baby, feed it to me. Damn, this shit tastes sooooo good.” Khalil whispered.“You like it baby? You like this dick in your mouth?” He said as he stroked it.
“You know I do.” he asked.
“It’s your dick baby; all of it belongs to you and you only.” He said with confidence.
“I’ve missed it so much. Put it all the way down my throat. Grab the back of my head and make me swallow it all.” His breathing grew heavier on the phone. Khalil bit his bottom lip in an effort not to start the same process on himself. Tyrin tilted his head back and went into full on masturbation, while Khalil listened intently on the other end of the phone.
“Tyrin.”
“Yeah baby?” he said between moans.
“Come home, I’m here waiting.” Khalil ended the call and waited to see how long it would take for Tyrin to arrive.
The black Range Rover raced from Westwood to Malibu in record time. He was welcomed home by the exotic scents of mango, papaya and passion fruit. It was intoxicating and blended so well with the erotic feelings that were already racing through his body. He stood in the middle of the living room taking it all in as the crashing waves echoed through his eardrums.
He placed his jacket across the back of the couch and began to walk upstairs. The heightened anticipation and sexual hunger he felt had been absent for quite some time. In the beginning of their relationship the two of them always tried to outdo each other when it came to setting a mood; but as they both got busier and schedules became more hectic, their competitions lessened.
He entered the bedroom and noticed red rose petals covering the bed. The soft blue light coming from the stereo added just enough illumination to accentuate every silhouette in the room. He walked up the two steps that led into the master bathroom and was greeted by Khalil sitting on the side of the bubble filled tub in a white full-length bathrobe. He instantly wanted to rip the robe off and see what he had on underneath, but he restrained himself because he knew that the best was yet to come.
Khalil stood up, walked over to him and placed a loving kiss softly and gently on his lips. Tyrin wrapped his arms around his baby and whispered, “I love you” into his ear as he inhaled the scent of the Izzy Miyake cologne that permeated from his body. Khalil undressed his lover, escorted him into the warm bath and turned on the jets. Tyrin leaned back and allowed the pulsating throbs of water to soothe and knead his body in the manner they were designed.
Khalil slipped on a pair of loofah gloves and began to gently wash his baby’s chocolate frame making sure that every orifice was scrubbed and cleansed to perfection. The bath was providing Tyrin with the escape he was hoping for. With each rub of Khalil’s hand, he was being elevated above and away from the news he had received. He was taking what was being given and he loved it. After being bathed, he was escorted to the bed and instructed to lie down on his back. Khalil mounted him like he was a horse and commenced to rub warm oil over his well-defined chest, arms, shoulders, and stomach.
Still fully covered in his robe, he leaned over to the nightstand and grabbed four long pieces of silk fabric and tied his soon to be hostage to the four corners of the bed. He grabbed the remote and pushed play on the CD player, causing the infamous instrumental ballad “Moments in Love” by the Art of Noise to resound through the ceiling mounted speakers. A constrained Tyrin stared at him with unquenched lust as he removed his robe and stood over him in a black g-string that looked like it had been painted onto his body. He felt his manhood begin to throb as he watched his lover gyrate in a fashion most people get paid to move in.
Khalil rhythmically moved to the sounds of the sexual concerto in an effort to arouse his lover in the manner he deserved. Filled with eroticism and passion he climbed on top and began to lick and bite the rock hard muscles of his roped up warrior. Every time he squirmed it caused Khalil’s level of excitement to grow until finally he had to taste the piece of flesh that was filled with the juice that made Tyrin who he was.As he lovingly sucked and stroked the hard tantalizing flesh, the gentle moans from his tied up partner made the act more enjoyable than ever. Tyrin tried his hardest to break the cords that had him bound but was weakened when Khalil would hit a spot that caused his body to lose focus on its fight for freedom. Every inch was down his throat and the black hairs tickled his nose as he hungrily pleased his husband.
Khalil was ready for his turn, so he stood up over him and began to slowly peel down the piece of fabric that secured his member. Tyrin licked his lips symbolizing how much he wanted to taste the nectar that only Khalil could offer. He grabbed the headboard and crouched down over Tyrins mouth and eagerly fed himself deep into the throat of
the man he loved. As he swallowed and tasted the sweet stalk of brown sugar cane; Khalil managed to reach over and untie his wrists, releasing the strong hands that longed to grab the caramel ass that waited for his touch.
As the passion heightened Tyrin managed to untie his ankles, allowing him to flip Khalil and visually examine the body that caused him so much pleasure. He poured oil all over his baby and with the sensual movements of their now sandwiched bodies, the oil created a lubricant that heightened the sexual experience. Hand in hand the two of them allowed their tongues to meet and massage in a way that seemed long overdue while the tip of Tyrins’ member tickled and teased the opening of the man that lay beneath him, causing beads of sweat to form around the orifice that was both inviting and forbidden at the same time.
As he bit on his neck Tyrin slid himself into the tight, pulsating body of his lover. The mixture of body oil and sweat caused this act to be easy, and once inside he released pinned up sighs of satisfaction and bliss. Waves of pleasure engulfed every part of his being as Khalils’ body enclosed around him like a vault protecting a rare jewel. Inside of Khalil was where Tyrin wanted and needed to be and with every slow, breathtaking thrust he knew that there was no other person in the world for him. The deeper he went inside the inner most parts of Khalil, the more he knew that this man was made for him and nothing could ever tear them apart.
As mutual sounds of ecstasy were exchanged by both of them, the sensations that overwhelmed their bodies were those of lust, love, and the unexplainable passions they had for each other. Khalil gripped his lovers back, digging his fingernails into the supple flesh that was now covered with sweat. He knew that no other person would ever make him feel the way this man did; no one would ever love him the way Tyrin does; and no one would ever be inside of him providing as much pleasure as his baby was, right now at this moment.
Tyrin went deeper and Khalil took it like a champ. The size and fit was like a hand in a glove and the feeling was indescribable perfection. The moans drowned out the music and they were both trying their best not to beat the other to the finish line. However, as the race drew closer to an end Khalil flipped Tyrin over on his back and gently rode him into nirvana. Eyes closed and fingers twisting chocolate nipples, he was determined to make his man explode like never before. As he went up and down on the man beneath him, his ass was being firmly cupped and guided by the strong hands of the person inside of him.
Khalil ran his hands through his sweat drenched curls and knew that he could hold back no more. Tyrin felt his partner’s body grow tense, and as his manhood was being locked tighter and tighter by the walls of Khalil’s sphincter, he knew that he was steadily reaching the point of explosive bliss. He maneuvered Khalil with his grasp and lunged deeper inside so he could get maximum pleasure before they reached the point of conclusion. Faster, deeper, slower, easier, the forbidden massage was becoming more than they could bear and with each passing moment they both knew that the time was drawing near.
With one last thrust, Khalil shot a stream of orgasmic proof across Tyrin’s chest and made it verbally known that he had obtained what he was seeking. As the white liquid dotted the black canvas, Khalil made sure he wasn’t selfish and kept on riding the stallion beneath him.Tyrin held on for as long as he could before he exploded inside of the warm, wet place that was holding him hostage. His fingers dug deep into the ass that secured him, as he made sure that every drop was released and accounted for.
Khalil collapsed and tried to get control of his breathing as Tyrin did the same. Tyrin wrapped his arms around his partner and held him in his loving grasp, making him feel safe and secure in their own little world as the candles continued to burn and Chante Moore sang them to sleep, they were in bliss and love had truly taken over.
FIVE
Darion awakened in the hotel room and simply stared at the ceiling. Thoughts of Caleb ran through his mind and he was relieved that the first step towards saving his life was over. Even though he had Caleb, he was still unable to deal with the loss of his sister, and with years of uneventful therapy he has finally accepted the fact that he will never come to terms with it. Caleb was all he had left of Deja and without him he knew that it would be an even more devastating truth to deal with. He picked up the phone and made the long distance call to his wife back in Philadelphia. “Hello.”
“Good morning sweetheart, how are you?” he said.
“I’m fine. And I think you mean good afternoon.” She replied.
“Oh yeah, I forgot its 12:30 there isn’t it.”
“Yep, so how is it going out there, any star sightings?”
“Yeah right, I thought I would at least see Will and Jada by now, but I guess they are on vacation somewhere.” He joked.
“Have you heard from Tyrin?”
“No.”
“I still can’t believe he is gay. Does he look gay? Because all I remember Deja saying is that he was fine. But she did say he was secretive and always seemed like he had something on his mind. Maybe that was it?”
“First of all Colombo, how does gay look? I mean it’s not as though all gay brothers walk around with pink on. And if that was his so called big secret it really doesn’t matter now, does it. All I know is that he is a decent black man that lives with another black man and they both are happy with their lifestyle. Caleb looks just like him. It was actually kind of spooky when I first laid eyes on him. Same complexion, same eyes, and the thing that got me the most were the dimples.” he said.
“It still seems weird to me that a brother that is attractive would be attracted to another brother or any man for that matter;especially when there are so many single sisters out there in need of a good man.” She said in defense of black women everywhere.
“So if he were ugly it would be cool to be gay? You’re silly and the bottom line is that it really isn’t for us to question; they can all take it up with God on judgment day. I personally have enough things on my plate to worry about than whom another man is laying up with. I’ll let God handle all of the big stuff like that.”
“You’re right. So when is the appointment again?”
“Thursday morning at 10:00”
“Are you ready for the outcome?” Tracy asked with concern.
“What do you mean?” he questioned, knowing exactly what she meant.
“Babe, I don’t want you to get your hopes up until all of this is over. I am truly proud of you for how you are handling what is going on and what has transpired in the past but I know that if this doesn’t work out…”
He cut her off before she could finish her support speech. “It’s going to work out.”
“O.K.” she said. Tracy knew when to just be quiet and let Darion be. She has supported him through some of the worst years of his life and has learned how to be what he needed when he needed it. All of the ups and downs that have been thrown his way has been more than most people will go through in their entire lifetime. She was by his side as he watched his sister die, and she was there when he was informed that his only nephew may succumb to the same fate. She knew Darion was a strong man and never doubted that fact, even when he told her he was seeing a therapist to try to get control of his depression.
Most men would walk around and internalize their feelings and allow them to harm the ones that they loved, but he would not allow what he was dealing with to enter into their home and destroy it. He never closed her out and when he was feeling low he made sure his wife knew exactly what he was going through. Tracy was a firm believer that men are allowed to cry and that is exactly what she permitted her husband to do whenever he needed to.
The support she has shown him has not only made him into the man he is but has also built a bond between them that he would never want to diminish.
“Where is Caleb?” he asked, breaking the silence.
“He’s taking a nap.”
“How is he?”
“Today is a good day. He was up this morning playing some new video game that he and Justi
n begged me to buy. “
“Where is daddy’s little girl?”
“She is on the phone with you right now.” She joked
“No. You‘re daddies naughty girl, I am asking about his good one.” He responded.
“Well in that case, Jasmine is next door at a Barbie dress up party. You should have seen her walking next door with this suitcase full of Barbie clothes. They are supposed to be having a fashion show later on today and I am in charge of the after party.”
“Well don’t be cheap with the hors d’oeuvres, make sure you get double stuff Oreos.” He joked.
“Yes sir. Should I use the fine china and sterling silver?” She added.
“No, Dixie-ware is fine.”
The two laughed and talked for about another fifteen minutes, before he confessed that he was starving and had to get something to eat before he passed out. He assured her that he would be strong no matter what and that he would be glad when all of this was over and they were able to move on to the next step in life.
So many negative obstacles had come into play since their marriage he feels as though they are being cheated out of each other. He knows that once Caleb is O.K. he would then be able to focus on getting his family to where they need to be.
“Tyrin!” Khalil yelled up the stairs.
“What’s up?” he yelled back.
“Come eat.”
Tyrin came downstairs and sat at the dining table eagerly awaiting the delivery of a breakfast that he knew would be off the hook. Grapes, cantaloupe slices and strawberries were already on display next to a dew-covered carafe of orange juice. In the center of the table was a basket full of mini blueberry muffins that were still warm to the touch. Khalil entered the room and set a plate in front of him filled with scrambled eggs, smothered potatoes and onions, chicken wings, homemade waffles, and grits made to perfection. He lovingly looked at Khalil, gave him a satisfied wink and hungrily picked up his knife and fork.
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