BROTHERS LIKE US By Lawrence Michael Martell
CHAPTER 15
Andre was in his room. The curtains closed and all the lights were out. There was neither radio nor TV playing. He was lying sprawled out across his bed his mind filled with conflicting, tormenting and raging thoughts and his belly full of liquor, which he had been drinking since he had come home from the gym.
`What the fuck is goin' on with me?' He thought to himself as he laid there feeling the liquor doing its work but not enough for him. He was always a straight brotha he had never even looked at another brotha like that at least not until recently...okay, maybe there was a time or two when he checked out another brotha but it wasn't like that. He was just checking out something they were wearing or they had their body developed in a way that he wanted his to look and then there was the time that he and Eric had measured each others dicks but that was nothing.
Andre picked up the bottle of vodka and took a healthy gulp. He wanted to forget everything that happened. He wanted to deaden the feelings he was feeling and what annoyed him even more was that every time he thought about what had happened in the steam room he would get all excited and his dick would get rock hard. He had fought the urge to jack it but he finally gave in hoping that that would be the end of it but all that happened was that he relived the entire scene with Julien Linton in the steam room and it excited him even more. Julien Linton with sexy body and his pretty boy baby face. He had been seeing Julien Linton at the gym way before he knew he was a cop. Julien Linton would not get out of his mind...he wouldn't get out of his thoughts and his dreams. I'm not motherfucking gay! No, I like pussy too much. I mean Eric is cool and so are his friends but I ain't...I can't be gay.
`When you gonna admit it?' said a voice inside Andre's head.
`Admit what? I ain't fuckin' gay.'
`Yeah? Who you tryin' to convince?'
`I ain't tryin' to convince anyone cause I ain't gay.'
`Yeah...So you ain't gay. So what was the deal with Terry?'
`Terry?'
`Yeah...6'3", 200 lbs Terry that you play ball with? Dark chocolate Terry with the even darker eyes Terry?'
`I know who the fuck Terry is, fool!'
`Aight...so then you remember when you two got drunk as shit and when he passed out you were feelin' on that brotha's dick like a bitch in heat.'
`Shut up!'
`Yeah...and you wanted to feel more than his dick too.'
`I was drunk man, I didn't know what I was doin'."
`Aight? What bout Eric? You seem to remember you two measuring dicks but wouldn't Eric be interested to know what you did afterwards that night.'
`You crazy.'
`No you denyin'...You waited til the brotha was asleep and you go creepin' over and start jacking his dick while he's sleepin' til the brotha cums in his boxers and then you gonna pick on him the next morning about having a wet dream.'
`Naw...Naw...it wasn't like that...I was...'
`How about Mohammed? You have been checking him out bout as long as you have been checking out Julien Linton. Having dreams about getting body slammed by him.'
`No! That ain't it!'
`Then there's cousin Steve. Don't tell me you done forgot the man that turned your ass out.'
`He didn't...'
`Don't deny cause you know it's true. Yeah...cousin Steve with the complexion of caramel mixed with vanilla...sweet and smooth! Cousin Steve, a sexy motherfucker, masculine, deep sexy voice, played basketball with you, liked sports and worked on cars. He was everything a masculine brotha is supposed to be and everyone in the family knew he was gay. But he was your idol and someone you admired.'
`Man, I was 15 years old and he was 17. I thought he was cool as shit.'
`Yeah? So is that why you always followed him around? Was that why when ever you stayed over at Aunt Cora's you always slept in the same bed as Steve?'
`Aunt Cora didn't have but so many rooms and she ain't allowing no one to sleep on no floor in her house.'
`How was it laying the bed next to Steve with his big motherfucking dick close enough for you to touch?'
`Man shut up!'
`Oh that's right...you gave in to the temptation. You touched his dick and stroked the brotha off but you really got a surprise when he woke up and told you that he had been awake for awhile and then he reached over and returned the favor and you loved every minute of it.'
`Shut up, man!'
`Yeah...you were crazy over Steve!'
`No I wasn't!'
`And now there is Julien Linton...yeah, that's the brotha that you really want.'
`No I don't!'
`Yeah...he is the brotha that makes you crazy. You dream about him, you let the brotha feel on your body and get you off in the steam room. You tellin' me you ain't wanting him?'
`No!'
`You need to admit the truth to yourself.'
`There is nothin' to admit...aight.'
`Really?'
`Yeah really!'
Then can you tell me why all you have been thinkin' about since we have been talkin' was having Julien Linton holding you in his arms.' Andre was silent. It was true. He had been thinking about Julien Linton and he didn't want to but he couldn't help it. He didn't want to but he couldn't help himself...he couldn't stop it and he didn't know if he wanted to stop it and that annoyed him more. He took another gulp of the vodka and said to the voice in his head. I ain't gay...I ain't gay...' Andre's eyes closed as he passed out and the vodka bottle fell to the bedroom floor.
I was in my room finishing getting dressed for my evening with Jermaine. Tonight was going to be a great night. Jermaine said he had a romantic evening planned and that I needed to bring some clothes for in the next day and I knew what that meant. I splashed on some of my favorite cologne, Coolwater, and then zipped up my bag and headed out the door. I left Andre a note about where I was going to be. Brothers, I have fallen crazy head over heels in love with Jermaine and I ain't ashamed to tell you...it feels good.
Have you ever been so crazy in love that when ever you have a free minute you are thinking about him? That you start writing his name on everything, next to yours? Well, that's me. Head over heels and crazywildinsane in love with this man and I don't know what I did to be so blessed but I'm glad. A big smile was on my face as I left the house and then suddenly there was a chill that ran through me. I don't know what it was but it ran through me and then was gone. It was a warm summer night and there was no reason for it but whatever it was it was gone and I had a date to keep.
Matthew had given Sean directions to the meeting and asked again if Sean really wanted to come now as opposed to waiting. Sean said no but had Matthew asked that again he would have changed his mind but he never asked and so here was standing in front of the Rape Counseling Center. He was nervous and scared. The entire drive over he had his seat belt tight and the doors and windows locked and secured tight, which he checked at each and every light that he stopped at. When anyone looked in his direction he would look away and he felt his body freeze up and he would sweat and shake. When he finally arrived at the center he still didn't feel any better as he dashed through the parking lot to the front door. He could hardly move as he looked at the door.
"C'mon Sean," He said to himself. "Open the damn door. You can do it!" Sean reached for the door knob just as the door was opened on the other side. He was startled and jumped back and standing there in the doorway was a very, very good looking brotha with twist locks, a mustache and goatee. He was tall, lean and muscular. He wore a pair of silver wire rimmed glasses That set off his beautiful deep dark Hershey chocolate bar complexion.
The brotha gave Sean a good long look, which made Sean visibly nervous. This was a big mistake and he turned to leave when he heard his name.
"Sean Jackson?" Sean stopped, the voice was familiar. He recognized it and turned around. "Yeah. Are you Matthew?" He smiled. "Matthew Siad Muhammed." He extended his hand and Sean shook it. He had no idea that Matthew Siad Muhammed would be so...so attractive. He wasn't sure of the image that he had in his mind of Matthew but it certainly wasn't this. He guessed the image he had was that of some radical Muslim brotha or maybe some afro centric brotha wearing the latest and most stylish African wear but Matthew looked pretty much like any other brotha walking the streets today. Nothing particularly afro centric, except for the hairstyle, maybe. He was not hard to look at and for some reason Sean felt at ease around him, which was odd since the only people he felt comfortable around were his family and close friends. So being at ease with this man pleased and disturbed him. He was at ease with Silk once...The thought of Silk made him tense up and freeze and he removed his hand so fast that Matthew couldn't help but notice.
"You okay?" Matthew asked. He saw the look on Sean's face and he knew it well. Sean had just had a memory about the man who raped him.
"Huh?" Sean snapped back. "Yeah...yeah...I was just...I didn't expect..."
"Hold up Sean," Matthew said. "We gotta make a deal and that deal is honesty. The only way to get through this is to be honest with yourself and others close to you about how you are feeling and what you are feeling. Cool?"
"Yes."
"Okay. So what just happened?" Sean sighed. "I thought about Silk...but it was only for a second." Matthew nodded. "I know whatcha feeling. But I have to ask you something. Are you really ready for this?" Sean held up his head and fixed a smile on his face. "The question is...are they ready for me?" Matthew smiled and Sean couldn't help but notice that it was the biggest, brightest, whitest and most beautiful smile he had seen. How could Matthew smile after all that had happened to him? Maybe there was hope for him then. Maybe he could get his smile back. Silk may have violated his life but he didn't have to control it.
"I guess we will see. Shall we go inside?" Matthew led the way to the conference room in the Rape Counseling Center. The conference room was not what Sean expected to see. There was no big table in the middle of the room with chairs and paper easels and dry erase boards around. Actually there were no chairs just some very large and overstuffed beanbags that were formed in a semi circle and in the center of the semi circle were a tray that had water, cups, juice and several different varieties of fruit. There were also Kleenex and handy wipes and there were four men already in the room sitting on or rather reclining comfortably in the beanbags with their shoes off and some had on socks or were barefooted. There was some light music playing in the background...nice and relaxing. The atmosphere was great. It was relaxing and comfortable and filled with positive energy. Matthew stopped to remove his shoes and socks.
`Damn!' Sean thought. "This brotha has sex ass feet too." Matthew looked at him. "We don't have many rules here but you have to take off your shoes." Sean smiled. "Aight but I ain't showing off my feet up in here. Might be a foot freak around or something."
"Deal," Matthew said with a smile. While Sean was removing his shoes one of the brothers got up and approached Matthew.
"Hello Matt!" He embraced Matthew in a tight hug. Sean checked the brotha out. He was a nice looking brotha, in an average way. He was about five foot ten and maybe 180 lbs. He had a bit of a belly but he wore it well. He was somewhere in his mid to late thirties. He did have a bit of a fem side to him and it was more evident when he spoke and gestured with his hands as he did.
"Hi Avery. How are you?" Matthew replied.
"Everyday is better than the last, as the Doc would say." Avery smiled as he looked back at the balding man sitting in a beanbag chair. He was round faced with a full mustache with a beard and a dark brown complexion. He wore a pair of very thick glasses that gave him kind of an "Urkel" look.
"And who is this?" Avery asked noticing Sean. Sean recoiled a bit, which surprised him. He then felt Matthew place a gentle and reassuring hand on his arm and then removed it.
"This is Sean and he is joining us for the first time this evening." Matthew explained.
"Oh fabulous." Sean would hear fabulous all night long since that was one of Avery's favorite words. "I'm Avery Lamar Brooks, no relation to the fabulous, sexy and bald actor and star of Spenser for Hire and Star Trek Deep Space Nine, Avery Brooks."
"Hello," Sean said sounding like a shy little kid on his first day at school. As if on cue `Urkel' got up and introduced himself.
"Hello Sean. I'm Dr. Patrick Segars, welcome to our group. Matt told me you were coming and we are glad to have you."
"Thank you." Sean replied.
"Avery, could you excuse us for a moment?" The Doctor asked.
"Okay, I'll go have some of that fabulous fruit. Once again, welcome Sean." As Avery walked away to his bean bag, Dr Segars and Matt walked Sean to another part of the room for a bit more privacy and out of everyone else's earshot.
"Sean," Segars began, "Matt tells me that this is your first time but that you were recently a victim of rape." Sean nodded his head, trying not to allow the images to return to his mind.
"We are glad that you are here but you are not obligated to talk about your situation and no one here will pressure you. You have the right to say no and to have your privacy and wishes respected and appreciated." Sean nodded again. Dr. Segars smiled. "I just want you to know that if this gets too much for you all you have to do is let me or Matt know. Like I said there is no pressure here."
"Okay but I think everything will be alright." Sean replied. Dr. Segars smiled and nodded at Matt. It was definitely a Steve Urkel smile. "Well, I guess we're ready then." Matt looked around with a bit of a frown on his face. "Where's Whitley?"
"Oh...See won't be here this week. She's not feeling well." Matt's expression changed to one of deep concern. "What's wrong?"
"She's just having a bad day." Segars replied. Sean was surprised what he was hearing. He was under the impression that this was a men's group. Not that he was against a woman being there but how could he express what was going on with him with a woman in the room? Dr. Segars must have noticed his confusion.
"Matt, I think we have confused, Sean." He said.
"No...I'm not confused it's just that I thought that this was a men's only group."
"It is," Matthew said. "Whitley is a pre-operative transsexual. He is biologically a male but he has undergone most of the hormone and cosmetic procedures that make his appearance more female. I guess we have started seeing Whitley as a woman more than a man."
"I hope that doesn't bother you?" Dr. Segars asked.
"No. It's fine." Sean answered. Dr. Segars called everyone around as he settled into his bean bag. He looked around and smiled. "I am glad to see you all here and I hope that you are all blessed. I just wanted to say before we begin that as always this is your group and I am here to help you but you have the right and are entitled to be treated with respect and dignity. We are here to help, empower and heal each other and as always as we go through each day we must remember that everyday is better than the last."
The group seems to agree as Sean sat silently and observed and listened.
"Matt?" Dr. Segars said. "Would you like to begin?" Matthew nodded. "Hello Everyone, I am Matthew Siad Muhammed and I am a five year survivor of rape. This evening we are joined by Sean Jackson, a survivor of rape. With his permission I introduce our new brother to our group."
"Hello Sean." The entire group said.
"Now," Matthew said, "Please introduce yourselves to Sean." Avery went first. "Hello Sean. I know we have already met but this is official. I am Avery Lamar Brooks and I am a three year survivor of rape and I am fabulous." Sean smiled.
"Hello Sean, my name is Michael and I am a four year survivor of rape." Michael was an attractive brotha with an almond complexion and silver hair, which was longish and wavy. He was the oldest member of the group at forty. The Doc was thirty nine.
"Sup Sean, this is Greg but friends call me `G-Shot' and I am a three year survivor of rape." Greg...G-Shot...was the youngest of the group at twenty three. He was about five foot eleven with a nice athletic body. He had braided hair, a diamond stud earring in his right ear, tattoos on his right and left arms and a gold ankle bracelet and a gold ring on the pinky toe of his right foot. Greg was giving off the "thug" attitude but Sean felt that there was something else going on with that. Dr. Segars was about to say something when Sean suddenly and surprisingly to himself, raised his hand.
"Yes Sean?" Segars asked. Sean cleared his throat. "I just wanted to say something." Segars nodded at Sean. "Yes, Sean."
"Hello...my name is Sean..." he looked over at Avery and smiled. "Sean Bailey Jackson and I am a...and I am a SURVIVOR!" He had no idea why he did that but it felt good and it felt right and when he looked around at all the faces in the room, which were smiling back at him he knew that these brothas were going to be apart of his life for some time to come. Everyone was still smiling at Sean, except Avery who just said, "Fabulous."
His mind should have been on work but it wasn't. His mind was on Andre and what happened in the steam room. What the hell was wrong with him? He jeopardized his career. What happened could have been considered at the worst sexual assault and even though Andre seemed to consent, the fact that he was a suspect in a capital crime that he was investigating made matters even worse. He always thought he had more control over himself than that. After all the times he had seen Andre at the gym and this was way before he was questioning him about the Mitchell murder, Julien had checked Andre out on the sly. Yes, he thought he was very attractive...no sexy but he was a representative of the law and he should not have stepped over the line like he did and now he was worried that with one complaint from Andre to his captain or even the review board his career would be ruined. It was one thing to be a gay cop but one who just goes around sexually molesting people...especially those that were questioned in a capital case...that would not be tolerated. His career was everything and he had just put it all on the line for sex. DAMN!
Detective Montgomery walked over to Linton's desk with a folder in his hand and a satisfied look and smile on his face.
"Hey partner," Montgomery said. "Wait til you hear this." Julien looked up glad for something to get his mind off of Andre. "Whatcha got?"
"I think we have been going about this wrong. We have been looking at this entire case wrong."
"What?" Julien was surprised by that.
"We've been looking at this case for someone close to Sean killing Mitchell but what if it's someone that is someone that is more indirect?"
"Indirect?"
"Yeah. We were looking at Shane Jackson, that reporter...Eric Williams but what if it was a case of someone else."
"Okay...who?" Montgomery placed the folder on the desk and opened it up. He pulled out a police picture and handed it to Linton, who looked at it puzzled. "Isn't this..."
"That's Victor Du Bois...aka New Orleans."
"This is the guy you got into it with at the Jackson house."
"Yeah and he has a rap sheet a mile wide that includes weapons possessions, drug distribution, several assaults and batteries and assaults with intent."
"Okay." Linton replied.
"He recently was released from prison and he is involved with Shane Jackson...Sean's brother...and he is our man." Linton handed the file back to his partner. "Can you prove that?" Montgomery smiled. "Nope, but I will."
"Hold on Cec. Considering your past situation with this man maybe..."
"Look! You wanna solve this thing or not? I'm telling you that our prime suspect is Victor Du Bois. Now, are you going to help me prove that or what?" Linton sighed. "Alright. What do you want me to do?" Montgomery smiled. "Just trust me." Linton looked at Montgomery. Trust him? He wasn't sure if he liked him but he needed to get his mind back in the game and off of Andre and if Victor Du Bois was the killer then that would mean that once it was proven and he was arrested that he would not have to worry about seeing Andre again...even though part of him didn't like that.
Montgomery's cell phone rang and after looking at it he excused himself and walked out of the squad room leaving the file on Victor Du Bois behind with Linton. Julien looked at the picture and the face and eyes of Victor Du Bois, was this the killer of Silk Mitchell? They would soon fine out. Montgomery walked out into the alley behind the police station, where he could not be easily seen nor heard.
"Montgomery here!" he said into his cell phone.
"Sup...wanted to let you know that the meeting done took place with the old man."
"Great. So he's ready to make his big move then."
"Yeah and we better do something and quick." Demanded the caller.
"Keep your shirt on. Look. I have a way of getting rid of our man once and for all and it fall so easily into my hands that it should be a crime."
"What?" the caller asked.
"I'm gonna send Victor Du Bois back to prison on a murder conviction."
"No shit! You gonna bust him for gackin' Jamar and Carlos?"
"Hell No! They were stupid and got what was coming to them. Besides if I came up with evidence like that I would have I.A back on my ass again."
"So whatcha got?"
"Don't worry about that. Just worry about getting his ass once he is back in the hands of the department of corrections."
"Ain't nothin' but word, my brotha."
"Good. Just be ready to roll when I call you. Is your crew ready?"
"I got my boys picked out and we ready like freddy."
"Alright. Just hang loose. Is your boy' still in'?"
"Yes...that sucka don't even know that he is givin' up the info like he is but it's all good."
"Good. You'd think Errol would keep his damn mouth shut."
"Hey man...Ryan can turn a motherfucker out and make him tell shit that he swore to take to his grave. Besides...Errol is fuckin' hooked on that fine ass of Ryan's and he wants more of it. Man, if I had a dollar for every time Ryan had..."
"Kill that noise alright. I'm not interested in the gory details of a male fucking whore. Just be ready to spring."
"Aight chief...well, check this out. Victor is takin' his boy out to celebrate the deal with the old man."
"Really?"
"Yeah...but that celebration ain't gonna last too long."
"You are right about that." Montgomery said but he was deep in thought with a plan. "I'll talk to you later, Bund."
"Aight...Out!" So, Victor was out? Perhaps it was worth a visit to the Jackson house. He had a plan and it should work just nicely. He dialed a number.
"Forbes? This is Montgomery. Remember that favor you owe me? I'm calling it in."
The little dog's name was Toto and the woman that owned Toto was named Dorothy Parker, who was a retired License Practical Nurse. She let Toto out to do his business and was calling him back when the car came out of nowhere and the terrible accident happened. She screamed for her husband Charles, a retired police sergeant, and they ran outside to see what they could do. When she saw the young man in the front seat her heart sank. He was so young and reminded her of her own grandson, Charles III. His head was bleeding and when she checked his pulse she gasped.
"No pulse! No breathing. Charles call 911!" Retired police Sergeant Charles Parker knew that calling 911 wouldn't get the fastest response but he knew who and how to call and within five minutes there was an ambulance, a fire truck and a police cruiser at their home. The young man, who's name was Jamal Moyenda was taken to the hospital and Dorothy insisted on going with the paramedics as well while Charles Parker and the police officers followed the ambulance to the hospital. When they arrived at the hospital Jamal was rushed into the emergency room while the police officers went through what personal belongings that they had of Jamal's. His driver's license and his cellphone. The officers also checked the vehicle ID number and discovered that the car was registered to a Mohammed Moyenda, which they figured was some relation of the victim but the addresses didn't match. It was decided that they would go to the address of the car owner and if nothing panned out there then they would go to the address on the driver's license.
I arrived at Jermaine's place and when I walked in I was blown away. I walked into the candle lit surroundings with smooth, slow grooving jazz playing in the background. There was the gentle scent of roses in the air and a feeling of romance flowed. And then there was Jermaine. He had answered the door wearing a pair of blue silk pajama bottoms and a silk robe with no shirt, which was fine cause I loved looking at his chest. He smiled and gave me a gentle kiss on the lips as I walked in. He escorted me into the dining room. The table was decorated with a several large candles in silver candle holders and he had the table set for a romantic dinner for two. He sat me down at the table and excused himself and when he returned he was pushing a silver cart that was loaded down with food. We dined on lemon boiled chicken, steamed broccoli, a deliciously sweet carrot soufflé and sipped on a fine red wine and for desert there was a wonderful orange cream pie. As we ate, we talked about a few things but mainly about us.
"Eric," Jermaine said later in the living room, where we went to after dinner. I was rubbing his feet, which he loved and I loved doing it. "I have to ask you a question."
"Sure," I said.
"You know I love you." I nodded. Oh yeah. I knew he loved me but it felt wonderful to hear that said to me.
"And I know you love me, right?" I smiled. "Without a doubt."
"In this time that we have been together I have felt like my life was new meaning." I felt my face turning red.
"You make me smile all the time and when I think of you I get this wonderful feeling in my stomach and in my heart." Oh yeah...Me too...Me too!
"I have never felt like this before and especially in a short amount of time."
Me either. I thought.
"So...Eric, I realize that I need and want you in my life. I want us to share life, love and happiness. I love you Eric."
"I love you too, Jermaine."
"Do you love me enough." Jermaine sat up and pulled something out of the pocket of his robe. "To marry me?" I felt faint. I felt surprised. I was speechless. I wanted to scream. I wanted to laugh. I wanted to shout and I wanted to cry...and I did them all. When I calmed down I said..."YES! YES! YES!"
Jermaine smiled and put the ring on my finger and I gasped at it's beauty and at his. I looked at Jermaine and realized he was crying too. I held him in my arms and we stayed that way while the soft, slow jazz played. He started to dance real slow holding each other and kissing and looking in each other's eyes. Soon we were just standing there kissing and holding each other and we were both getting excited. I pressed my body closer to his just to feel every bit of his hard body. Damn it felt good. I opened his robe and began to kiss his chest and he stopped me.
"No, not here." He said as he took my hand and lead me to the bedroom. I gasped when I walked in. Black stain sheets on the bed, silver and black candles burning in candle holders all around the room. The same smooth, slow jazz played in the room too. He then stood behind me and began undressing me. He slowly began unbuttoning my shirt and as he did he caressed my chest and ran his fingers across my nipples. I breathed in a heavy breath as he did that. Once my shirt was on the floor he rubbed my chest while pressing his body close to me from behind. He felt good and I could feel his hard dick pressing against me and it felt great. He softly kissed my neck and then went up to my ears and then back to my neck and down my back. I felt his hands undoing my pants and as they dropped to the floor I stepped out of them. Now I was there in my underwear with a throbbing dick. He turned me around then and kissed me full on the mouth while his hands slowly roamed over my body. My skin was on fire and his touch was burning me up. I wanted him so bad right now that it hurt. When he slipped off my underwear I felt like I was going to come. He then led me to the bed and pulled back the sheets and there was the bed covered in rose petals. I looked at Jermaine and I broke down again. No one had ever treated me like this. No one had ever done anything like this for me before. It was so romantic and so loving. As I laid there Jermaine removed his robe and pajamas bottoms and then he crawled naked into the bed with me. He held me in his arms and kissed me gently on my face and neck and mouth. I returned his kisses with some of my own. He moved down my body, planting kisses on my chest and sucking on each of my nipples.
"OOOOH YEAH BABY!" I cooed. I loved that. My nipples started getting harder as he sucked them. He continued kissing, sucking and caressing my nipples with his lips and tongue but his hands roamed down my chest and he gripped my dick and I yelped in excited surprise and I had to fight from cumming. He slowly worked my dick as his lips and tongue went to work on my nipples. My whole body was burning with desire. I was so hot that I should burned the satin sheets with my body heat...our body heat. Then I felt that familiar tickle around my ass and I knew what was up. He had his index finger teasing my ass and as I spread my legs open I invited him in to do his best and that was what he did. He worked his finger into my ass and wiggled it, jiggled it and pulled it in and out and I gasped, sighed, moaned and groaned each and every time.
"Yeah! Yeah!" I sighed softly. I was being taken away to the land of pleasure as he worked my body then I heard him open the bedside table and he pulled out a condom and handed it to me. This was a routine I had done before. Jermaine loved for me to put the condom on his dick. As I slipped it on he laid me back down and spread my legs as wide as possible. He then laid on top of me and kissed and caressed me. I grabbed his dick and guided it into my hot ass.
"OH DAMN!" Jermaine said. "SHIT...HOW...YOU KEEP THAT ASS SO TIGHT?" he asked as he began to slowly pump away.
I wrapped my arms around his body and my around his mid section and I let him take me to wherever he wanted me to. Jermaine's body covered mine as he made love to me his dick deep inside of me taking claim to my body. Sweat was covering out bodies and we rolled and rocked across the and all over the bed.
"Yeah...Yeah...this is great..." Jermaine moaned. "Your ass is so hot and tight."
"Oh yeah...oh yeah...do it baby!" I moaned. "Do it hard and all night long." Jermaine aimed to please as he pumped harder. He buried his face into my chest and he slammed his dick deeper into my ass. I was getting use to Jermaine's body so I could tell when he was in pain and when he was not and I could tell when he was about to reach the point of no return. Time and time again he drove deep, shoving, and twisting my body as he worked me with wild passion and abandon.
"I'm gonna cum!" Jermaine warned.
"Yeah baby!" I said to him wanting him to get his nut. Jermaine rocked some more and with each thrust he moved faster and faster and with the increase I could feel himself holding me tighter and soon he was grunting and groaning and I was mumbling and moaning. I was close to blowing myself.
"Ah! Ah! Ah!" Jermaine shook his head and as I felt his body go stiff I knew my reward was coming sooner than I thought.
"Shit...shit..." Jermaine said. "I'm gonna cum!"
"Do it! Do it!"
"Yeah..yeah...YEAH!" with that said we both let go and when it was over we laid in each other's arms covered in cum and drifting off to sleep.
The ringing of my cellphone woke me. Jermaine was twisted around my body and I could feel his erection against my body. Damn that phone, I wanted more. I reached down and began massaging his dick and Jermaine softly moaned and stirred to life. He smiled and we started kissing and caressing and just as we were about to get busy my phone rang again. I tried to ignore it but I couldn't. I picked up the phone and according to the caller ID it was Jamal but when I answered the phone I got something I didn't expect.
"Are you the uncle of Jamal Moyenda?" Why were the police asking about Jamal? "Who is this?"
"I'm officer Watson with the police department." I sat up in the bed. "Is there something wrong with Jamal?"
"Yes sir, I'm sorry to inform you that he was in a car accident earlier this evening and is currently in the hospital."
"Oh my God! Did you call his father?" I gasped.
"Sure we have his cellphone and information. We tried to contact someone and you were the only person we could locate. Can you come to the hospital?"
"Yes, yes! I'm on my way and thank you very much." I hung up the phone and Jermaine was already half way dressed. He handed me my clothes but I couldn't move. Jermaine came to me and held out his hand. I took it and he pulled me into a hug and held me tight saying that everything was going to be fine. God, I prayed that it would.
Within fifteen minutes we were on the way to the hospital and all I could think about was how Mo-Mo would react to this news. I had to call him and tell him myself. Yes, the police said they tried and got no where but I had to keep on trying. I dialed his cellphone number and got his voice mail. I hung up and dialed again and again and again.
Mohammed was in the ring working out with one of the rookie wrestlers and Sonny was ringside watching. For some reason he just couldn't get into the flow of things. There was something wrong but he didn't know what it was. His head was aching like nobody's business and he was having some hard time catching his breath but he had to keep going. Suddenly he felt tightness in his chest and before he knew what had happened he was on the mat. When he came through Sonny, Miller, the rookie and one of the trainers were in the ring.
"What...What happened?" Mohammed asked as he slowly sat up.
"You tell us." Miller said.
"Yeah, one minute you were standing there and the next you went down." Sonny said.
"I don't know...y head was hurting and it was hard to breath and then...I don't know."
"How do you feel now?" The trainer asked.
"Alright." Mohammed said Miller stood up. "Help him back to the locker room and get him back to the hotel."
Sonny and the rookie along with the trainer helped Mohammed back to the locker room area. Once inside they left but Sonny stayed. He was concerned. He could tell something was going on with Mohammed. He was about to ask if Mohammed was okay when he heard the ringing of a cellphone. At first he thought it was his but when he heard it coming from Mohammed's bag he let him know. Mohammed took the cellphone and immediately he had a bad feeling. It was Eric.
"Hello?"
"Mo-Mo!? Thank God I got you!" Eric said sounding upset.
"Yeah, what's wrong?"
"Mo-Mo...I ant you to stay calm." That upset Mohammed. "What is it?"
"Jamal is in the hospital." Mohammed heard the blood rushing in his ears and his knees felt weak. He had to I down. "What?"
"Now Mo-Mo, everything is fine...He is in critical but stable condition." Tears burned his eyes and he began to shake. He couldn't speak.
"Mo-Mo? You need to come home." Eric was saying.
"I will...P...Please...take care of my..." he broke down and cried and as he sank to the floor Sonny went to him. He picked up the cellphone that Mohammed had dropped. He heard a voice saying hello.
"Hello?"
"Uh...who is this?"
"Sonny, I'm a friend of Mohammed. Who is this? What happened?"
"Sonny...I'm a friend of Mohammed's back home. Look, there has been an accident involving his son. He needs to get home can you..."
"Don't worry, I'll get him there." Sonny said quickly.
"Thank you. How is he?"
"I've seen him look better. I'll get him home safely." Sonny assured the caller.
"Thank you. Thank you." And the call ended. Sonny went to Mohammed and held him as he broke down and cried. As he held him Miller and the trainer walked back in.
"What the hell is going on?" Miller asked. Sonny looked up. "Miller, Mohammed has to get back home."
"What? Why?"
"His son was in an accident back home." Miller frowned. "God! No problem. I'll get him on the first thing smoking back home." Miller said as he pulled out his cellphone.
"I'm going to take him back to the hotel and get him packed and ready. Call me there." Sonny said as he helped Mohammed to his feet. Mohammed clung to Sonny as they left the locker room. He couldn't believe it. His son was in the hospital. And accident? What kind of accident? He couldn't lose his son. He couldn't lose Jamal. If he lost Jamal his life would be over. He might as well die.
Jermaine and I made it to the hospital. We went straight to the emergency room where the police and a nice older couple were waiting. Dorothy and Charlie Parker were a nice African American couple who had witnessed the accident and called 911 and got Jamal here and stayed with him the entire time. The police had went by Mohammed's house and Teena's house (Jamal's mother) and when no one answered at either place they went through the cellphone and looked to see if Jamal had any numbers of any they could call. He had my name programmed in his cellphone as Uncle Eric. They had tried Mohammed's cellphone and house phone but they didn't want to leave a message like that. The officer's were very helpful and once they saw me and Jermaine come in they departed. Once they were gone, Dr. Emil Suvwanakar, an attractive East Indian doctor came out and filled us in on Jamal's condition. Severe head trauma, he had gone into cardiac arrest. His condition was critical but he was stable. He promised to keep us informed. After he left I couldn't help but wonder where Teena was and the officers said that no one was at Mohammed's. Where was Brett?
Brett and Dalziel laid in the bed wrapped in each other's arms. They had sex again and afterwards they did a few lines of coke and they fell into a cocaine induced stupor. They never heard the phone rang and they never heard the door bell when the police came by.