by Warren, Mike
“I love it. Oh, by the way, I thought I heard you talking to someone. Did they leave?”
“Oh yeah, my lil brother stopped by.” He handed me my plate of spaghetti. “You just missed him.”
“Were you guys arguing?”
He sat across from me with his plate of spaghetti. “Naw, not really. But sometimes I have to put him in his place, you know.”
“Oh okay, I guess. So, tell me about your family.”
“There’s really not much to tell. Both my parents passed away a few years ago, and I promised my mom on her death bed that I would keep an eye on my younger brother. That’s about it.”
I was curious to know how his folks had passed. But it didn’t look as though he wanted to discuss it, so I let it go for now.
“Tell me what happened. You called and asked me to come get you, but you still hadn’t said what happened.” He stuck his fork in his spaghetti.
I took a deep breath and began to explain what had been going on at my house with my stepfather, and the threat he’d made towards me and my sister. I also informed him that my stepfather was gay and having sex with the same guy that killed my older brother a few years earlier.
“So, this guy that killed your brother, he was never locked up?”
“Nope. They caught him at the time but he was released on bail, and then he escaped. He had been missing for the past five years or so, and I happened to run into him at my prom. Which is fucked up, because Junior has to be at least in his mid-twenties. And he got the nerve to be hanging out at a prom.”
“You said his name is Junior?”
“Yeah. Why?”
“Just wondering if you know his full name. Why hadn’t you called the police to have him locked up?”
I sucked my teeth. “The police don’t care about black-on-black crime. I will handle Junior myself.”
“Is that right? And what are you gonna do, mister tough guy?” Mr. Jamison playfully punched me in my arm.
“Hmm, don’t let this little body fool you. I don’t have to use my fist.” I pointed to my head. “I use this.”
“You a fine shawty, and got a brain too, huh.”
“And don’t you forget it,” I spat, snapping my fingers and rolling my neck from side to side.
Mr. Jamison and I sat there for hours just talking and laughing. He made me feel free and allowed me to be me without questioning my manhood or lack thereof. So many gay brothers out here seemed to have such a problem with feminine gay brothas, but that didn’t seem to bother Mr. Jamison at all. Because of that, I was just that much more attracted to him.
Don’t misunderstand. Mr. Jamison was a fine specimen of a man anyway. He reminded me of LL Cool J, except he was a little darker, but he also licked his lips all the time just like LL and had the cutest dimples.
As I sat there and Mr. Jamison talked, I really didn’t hear much of what he was saying. I wanted to jump his bones right there in the kitchen. His gentleman’s fade haircut outlining his jawbone along with his trimmed mustache and goatee had me moist between my thighs.
I found myself moving around in my chair to get comfortable because my nature was rising, and not having any clothes on under this robe was making it worse.
“Are you okay?” Mr. Jamison gave me that sexy look of his.
“Ah, yeah, I’m okay.” I tried to tease him by letting the left side of my robe fall off my shoulder.
He chuckled. “I see my robe seems to be a little too big for you, huh.”
“Well, I can’t help that my body is smaller than yours,” I said, batting my eyes and crossing my legs.
He smiled and shook his head. “Come on, shawty, it’s getting late. Let’s go to bed.”
I followed him up the spiral staircase but wasn’t sure whether he was inviting me to his bedroom or not, but I was hoping and praying that he was, with each step I took.
We got to the top of the stairs, and Mr. Jamison stopped.
“Yo, shawty, I hope you sleep well.” He gave me a good-night hug and made a right down the hallway to his master bedroom.
Chile, I was so disappointed that Mr. Jamison didn’t want me as much as I wanted him, I felt like crying. I lowered my head and went to the flowered bedroom, got into bed, and pulled the covers over my head.
At some point, I drifted off to sleep but had one nightmare after another. I kept dreaming about my brother Ray and how he was murdered. I was so angry and hurt, all I could do was cry out in my sleep.
“Hey, shawty, you a’ight?” Mr. Jamison asked, shaking me out of my nightmare.
Even though Mr. Jamison had awakened me, I still couldn’t stop crying. For some reason, I couldn’t answer his question. I just lay there crying and rocking myself back and forth.
I guess Mr. Jamison felt sorry for me and climbed in bed and held me in his arms until I fell back off to sleep. At that point, I felt so wanted, comfortable, and safe, within minutes, I was in heaven, dreaming about my new life with my new man.
*
The morning sun came shining through the window drapes, almost blinding me. When I turned to see if Mr. Jamison was still laying beside me, a smile crept upon my face as I watched him still asleep.
I quietly stepped out of bed, being careful not to disturb him, and went into the bathroom to freshen myself up. Honey, ain’t nothing worse than waking up to someone with sleep in their eyes and drool running down their mouth, but chile boo, that wasn’t me.
I went back into the room and stood over Mr. Jamison as he lay there sleeping with no top on and showing muscles in his biceps and a well-defined six-pack. His hairy physique was causing my young body to literally ache. I eased back the covers to get a full view and noticed his manhood as stiff as a board, peeking through his silk boxer shorts.
Chile, I know this is gonna sound like some tired-ass porn, but my mouth began to water something fierce. Maybe my eyes were playing tricks on me, but I could swear I saw his dick throbbing. As Mr. Jamison lay still on his back, I eased up from the foot of the bed and slowly took the full nine inches of his manhood out and placed it in my hot, throbbing mouth. He moaned but still lay completely still.
As I began to massage his manhood in my mouth, I looked up at him and noticed that he seemed to have a smile on his face. I took that to mean that he was aware of what I was doing and that he was enjoying it. So, I continued to deep-throat him because I wanted his hot nut to trickle down my throat.
I wanted him to fall in love with me, and I was willing to do whatever it took to make that happen. I was so turned on, I took him out of my mouth and just held his manhood in my hand. God, this man’s dick was beautiful. I had never seen such a pretty dick in my entire life. His manhood was silky smooth to the touch, circumcised, thick, a beautiful mahogany color, and his pre-cum was sweet to the taste.
I had to laugh to myself as I thought about Mr. Jamison being an all-day sucker.
I placed his dick back in my mouth as I kneeled over him and swallowed him down to his balls. I felt him squirming and he began to grind his torso, trying to go deeper in my throat.
I loved having Mr. Jamison in my mouth. I had thought about this moment ever since I was a student in his class.
He continued to gyrate his torso, and I began sucking him harder because I knew he was on the verge of coming. Being so turned on, I felt my mouth water that much more.
I looked up at Mr. Jamison, and he grabbed the back of my head and rammed his manhood so far to the back of my throat, I literarily gagged.
Once I regained control of my throat muscles, I let him ram his manhood again. I felt his cum trickling down my throat and heard his moans, which sent chills down my spine. I licked every drop of his sweet nut as he continued to moan and groan and call out my name.
“Yo, shawty! Dayum, shawty!”
Well, that wasn’t exactly my name, but it sounded just as good, you know.
“Why did you do that?” Keith asked, raising his voice at me.
“What do you mean?”
“What do you mean, what do I mean?” he said angrily. He got up from the bed. “Why did you suck my dick?”
“I thought that’s what you wanted.”
“Yo man, if that’s what I wanted to do, I would have initiated it. I’m the aggressor, a’ight? So don’t come at me like that, you understand?” he spat, pointing his finger in my face.
I was devastated. “Yes, sir.”
Mr. Jamison left my room and slammed the door behind him. Honey, I was so hurt and embarrassed, I didn’t know what to do.
I climbed back up on the bed and put the covers over my head. It seemed as though the only peace I felt was when I was asleep, as long as I didn’t have any bad dreams. But, as I lay here, all I could think about was how my brother had taught me how to make a man feel good. But he’d never taught me how to make a man want me.
Chapter 14
Several hours later, feeling depressed, I must have fallen back off to sleep because I heard the faint sound of someone knocking on the bedroom door.
“Who is it?” I asked, sitting up in the bed.
“It’s me.” Mr. Jamison opened the door and peeked in. “Can I come in?”
“It’s your house.”
Mr. Jamison entered the room and sat on the side of the bed and handed me a small silver box with a red bow wrapped around it.
I looked at the box. “What is this?”
“It’s for you, a peace offering,” he replied, smiling at me.
I opened the box and saw a silver herringbone chain with a small silver cross that had a diamond in the center. “It’s beautiful,” I responded, a big smile on my face.
“Here, let me help you put it on.” He placed the chain around my neck. He then looked at me and said, “Look, Cameron, I’m sorry for what I said earlier. I meant every word of it, but I didn’t mean to hurt you. So, for that, I apologize.”
He then held my hand. “Yo, shawty, you’re very special, and I like you a lot. You’re young though, but fine as hell. I can’t help myself, but if we start this between us, we have to do it the right way.”
“Yeah for the right way,” I squealed, as I jumped over on Mr. Jamison, and we both fell off the bed and onto the floor.
“Whoa,” Mr. Jamison responded as we both crashed on the floor. “You get excited easily, I see.”
“I’m sorry, but yeah, I do. Thank you, thank you, thank you.” I kissed every inch of his face.
“You’re welcome, welcome, welcome.” He laughed.
Then he rolled on top of me and said, “I have to run a few errands, so I’ll be out for a few hours. I left a house key and a key to one of my cars along with some money down on the kitchen table, just in case you wanted to go out and buy some clothes to wear or something. We will talk later when I get back, okay.”
He leaned down and kissed me so passionately, tongue and all, and it reminded me of the way he’d kissed me when we were at the club, and chile, I threw my legs around him for dear life. I never wanted to let him go. Mr. Jamison was a man, a gorgeous man, a beautiful man, and most importantly, my man.
*
Over the next few weeks I had become very comfortable living with Mr. Jamison, and I had learned quite a bit about him. I learned his habits, his schedule, what he liked, what he didn’t like, and his style of clothing, which was anything from business to hood. I really liked the versatility, because he looked damn good in both.
Every morning I thought, Would today be the day? I guess I should explain that. You see, when Mr. Jamison said that he wanted to do things the right way, he was referring to two things. He wanted to see if I was wifey material, and for us both to be checked for any STDs, as well as HIV status. And, no, I wasn’t concerned about being positive for any of that because I had only been with a few guys. And I was definitely wifey material because I cooked, cleaned, washed, and vacuumed every day to make this mansion into my home.
We hadn’t had sex yet because we were still waiting on our test results. I’d never taken an HIV test before, so I didn’t know how long it was supposed to take. But it had only been a few weeks. After all, I’d waited this long, so I could’ve waited a little while longer, right? And, besides, Mr. Jamison was the kind of man that most bitches dreamed about, so I was going to do whatever I could to keep him happy.
I used to wonder what he was doing when he didn’t come home until three, four, sometimes five o’clock in the morning, but I knew he was working and I didn’t wanna nag him. I’d seen so many women nag their boyfriends or husbands to the point where the man just up and left them, and then they sat there wondering why.
Bitches, leave your man alone. Even at eighteen, I knew that all your man wanted was for you to cook, clean, and fuck his brains out. Duh? And as long as you did that, it’s nothing that that man won’t do for you in return.
So, even though I wondered from time to time whether he was cheating, I wasn’t worried because I knew as soon as our test results came back, it was gonna take Jesus Christ himself to keep me off of his fine ass. I had planned to fuck him so good, he wasn’t gonna remember his own name, let alone the names of those other bitches he might’ve been fuckin’ wit.
Mr. Jamison talked about his little brother from time to time, and they argued a lot, but I was yet to meet him. Every time I walked through the door, he always said, “You just missed him.”
Now, honey, I ain’t no dummy. Either, he thought I might be more interested in his brother, or he hadn’t told him about our relationship. It had to be one or the other. I didn’t push the issue because I know that every man who goes through this type of lifestyle faces a journey, and everyone’s journey is not at the same pace. But, as they say, anyone worth having is worth waiting for.
So, chile, I had no reason to complain because, other than making a home for me and Mr. Jamison, I spent my days shopping, talking to my little sister on the phone, jamming and lip-synching to my Patti Labelle CDs, and hanging out with my girl Robin whenever she took time out from her studies.
When I told her I had actually moved in with Mr. Jamison, she almost gagged. But she had been very supportive, unlike my mom. That’s why I was in the process of getting ready to go over to my mom’s house so we can talk. I hadn’t seen her since I’d been staying with Mr. Jamison, and she didn’t understand why I moved out. Well, I was gonna tell her why today.
*
I pulled up at my mom’s house and parked out on the street. I didn’t see my stepfather’s car in the driveway, and even though I could have parked there, I didn’t wanna be blocked in if he came home. My mom did tell me that he would be at work all day because his full-time employee had a doctor’s appointment and he had to cover his shift, but I didn’t wanna take any chances.
“Hey, Mom!” I yelled as I walked through the front door. “Where are you?”
“I’m in the kitchen!” she yelled back.
I entered the kitchen, and as usual, my mom was cooking all kinds of food.
“Hey, Mom. What’s going on?” I gave her a hug.
“I’m cooking dinner and fixing some food for our neighbor, Ms. Brown from next door. She lost her mother yesterday. You do remember her, don’t you?” she asked with a bit of sarcasm.
“Yeah, Mom, I do remember her. I haven’t been gone that long. Dang!” I sampled some of her delicious food.
“Get your dirty hands out of my pans.” Mom hit me on my butt. “If you’re hungry, have a seat and I’ll fix you a plate.”
“Yes, ma’am. You know I love your cooking anyway,” I stated, taking a seat at the kitchen table. “So, how did Ms. Brown’s mother die?”
“Oh, baby, she was up there in age. I guess her heart couldn’t take any more,” Mom stated sadly as she began fixing me a plate.
“Oh wow! Give Ms. Brown my condolences.”
While waiting for my plate, I looked around the kitchen and noticed that nothing had changed. The red flowery tablecloth, the matching red pillows that cushioned the table chairs, the white-and-red salt- an
d pepper-shakers that sat on the kitchen table, all remained the same.
I couldn’t erase the thought of seeing my stepfather and Junior here in this kitchen having sex. I wasn’t sure how my mom would react to what I was going to tell her, but I wanted her to know the truth.
“Here, sweetie. Look like you hadn’t been eating,” Momma stated as she placed a big plate of food in front of me. “You need some meat on them bones.”
“Thanks, Mom.”
My mom sat across from me drinking her cups of coffee as I stuffed myself. We talked a little bit more about our neighbor’s loss. Then she began telling me about the family, and how Keisha was spending more time down the street with a girlfriend of hers. Personally, I was happy to hear that because Keisha was now a teenager, and I didn’t want her to be abused or hurt in any way. So less time spent here in this house, the better.
“Seems like when you moved out, that’s when Keisha decided to spend more time down at her friend’s house. What’s going on, sweetie? Why did you leave?” My mom asked, her voice cracking.
“Momma, I want you to know that this is very hard for me. After Mother was placed in an institution, you’re the only one that opened your home for me and Keisha, and I will always love you for that.” I leaned across the table and held her hand in mine and took a deep breath. “Remember when I got out of the hospital a month or so ago?”
“Yeah, of course.”
“This one day I was in the house alone, or so I thought. I was hungry, and so I came downstairs to get something to eat. Before I came down the stairs, I heard voices out here in the kitchen.”
“Voices? What voices? Did someone break in here?”
“Naw, Ma, it was Dad and another guy.” I lowered my head and looked down at the kitchen floor.
“And was it one of your dad’s friends?”
“Well, I guess you can say that.”
“Look, sweetie, whatever you have to say, why don’t you just come right on out and say it?” Mom held a serious expression on her face.
Just as I was about to tell my mom what had happened, I looked up, and out of nowhere my stepdad appeared in the doorway of the kitchen.
