Brothers Like Us

Brothers Like Us By Lawrence Michael Martell

Chapter 17

Andre was heading out of the house to meet everyone at the hospital. Eric had told him that Mohammed's son was in an accident and was in a coma. He liked the brotha and he wanted to be there to help him out in this time of need besides he needed something to take his mind off of things. He needed something to take his mind off of Julien Linton and all that had happened between them. He still was going around and around about it and he was still feeling confused and conflicted. It was just too much. He got into his car and started up and as he drove he saw a light skinned brotha jogging down the street with no shirt and the shortest shorts he'd ever seen. The brotha had it going on. He had a tight body with a kicking six pack and he had a ghetto booty that was firm and jiggly. Andre kept staring at the brotha, lost in checking him out. The brotha turned back and looked in Andre's direction and he slammed on brakes. It was Julien Linton. What was he doing over on his side of town. Julien stopped his run and walked towards Andre's stopped car. He couldn't believe this. How did he even know where he lived? This was just way too much. But Andre didn't move his car he just sat there watching Julien getting closer and closer and then something odd happened. Julien started to change. Andre shook his head and when he did the man approaching his car was not Julien Linton. Andre looked around. What was the fuck going on? The man tapped on Andre's driver's side window and he rolled the window down. The brotha was not bad looking. He wasn't anything spectacular, like Julien. DAMNIT MAN! Get out of my head. Andre thought to himself.

"Hey? Are you okay?" the brotha spoke and he had a sexy voice. "Can I help you?"

Andre blinked. "Naw...I'm fine man...I just..."

The brotha smiled. "I know what you were doing?"

Andre raised an eyebrow. "Oh? And what was I doin?"

"You were checking me out." He said with a big shiny smile.

"Nigga you are out of your mind." Andre said.

"Really?" The brotha said. "I think you were. I was checking you out."

"Whatchatalkinabout man!" Andre snapped, wondering why in the hell he didn't drive the fuck off.

The brotha smiled. "You don't recognize me?"

"Am I supposed to recognize you?"

"You should but I'm not surprised that you don't. We work out at the same gym...Goodbody's. I've seen you there many times."

"Huh?" Andre was stunned. Was Goodbody's full of gay brothas?

The brotha extended his hand. "My name is Akil."

"Yeah...Andre." He replied shaking his hand.

"So you live around here?" Akil asked.

"Yeah...you?"

"About a mile away. This is my running route." Akil said.

"Aight...well, it was nice meeting ya. I gotta jet." Andre said.

"It was nice meeting you. So you want to get together sometime?" Akil asked.

Andre couldn't believe what he was hearing. Was this brotha coming on to him in the middle of the street.

"Ummm...maybe that isn't such a good idea."

Akil stepped back from the car with a disappointed look. "I'm sorry man...I should have figured you were involved with someone."

Andre looked at Akil. Did this brotha just say that he should have figured he was involved? So he just clocked him for being gay? "Naw nigga, I ain't involved."

Akil smiled. "Really?"

"And I ain't gay either." Andre added.

"Oh really?" Akil said. Akil's tone sounded like he didn't believe that.

"What nigga?" Andre demanded.

"Nothing. Nothing. I'm sorry...If you say you aren't down then you aren't down."

"You damn right I ain't down. What makes you think I'm down with that mess?"

Akil flashed that smile again. "I just know these things."

"Well you know wrong."

"Really? I don't think so." Akil said confidently.

"Whatcha tryin to say?"

"If you weren't down, you would have driven off by now." Akil said.

Andre glared at Akil and despite it all he found him attractive and that annoyed him even more. Andre put the car in gear and drove off and as he looked in the rear view mirror, he saw Akil turn and jog away with that ghetto booty jiggling and bouncing. He watched him until he turned the corner. DAMN! He cursed hitting the dashboard. He whipped the car around and roared back down the street. He turned the corner that Akil turned down and right ahead of him was Akil jogging down the street. Why in the fuck did he turn around? He kept on driving and honked his horn. Akil looked back and jogged to the side of the road with a smile on his face. Andre felt his blood boil and his dick twitch. Akil walked over to Andre's car. He leaned over into the driver's side window with a smug look on his face.

"Yes?"

Andre was trying not to look at this sexy motherfucker. "So you still want to hook up?"

Akil smiled. "When?"

Andre opened the passenger side door. "Get in."

Akil smiled and walked around the car and got in on the passenger side and closed the door. Andre put the car in gear and they drove off.

They were not even a mile away from the hospital when Victor saw the police behind them flip on it's blue lights. He looked at the speedometer. He wasn't speeding.

"What the fuck?" Victor muttered.

Shane and Sean looked out of the rear window. They could see the police cruiser.

"Baby," Shane said, "Just pull over."

Victor didn't want to stop but he knew he had to. His ride was clean so if they decided they wanted to look inside there was nothing to find. Since he never allowed anyone to do any drugs in his ride there would be no residue from cocaine or marijuana to be found either. He was a brotha going to the hospital to support another brotha...no crime in that. He pulled over and reached into the glove box to get his license and registration.

"Driver!" came a amplified voice from inside the police car. "Roll down your window and put your hands out."

"What?" Victor snapped.

"Just do it." Shane said, fear in his voice.

Victor rolled down the window on the driver side and stuck his hands out. This was ridiculous. Apparently they ran the tags on the ride and then they probably ran his name through the computer and discovered his criminal record and prison past.

"If there are any other passengers slowly open your doors and step out and put your hands on the hood of the car and driver you do the same.

"Shit!" Sean spat. Once again the police have nothing better to do. The man that raped him gets murdered instead of being arrested by the police, his friends are suspected in his murder and now they are being stopped. What was really going on?

Shane opened the passenger door and slowly got out with his hands up and Sean followed suit. Victor was about to step out when he dropped his license on the floor. He cursed and looked down to find it but he couldn't see it. Thinking it went under the seat nad put his hand under and felt for it. That was when he felt something under the seat and it wasn't a license.

Officers McLaughlin and Lance had stepped out of their cruiser keeping their eyes on the two men that got out on the passenger side. The driver's door was open but he didn't come out yet. They looked at each other and then back at the vehicle.

"Driver!" McLaughlin said over the radio P.A. system. "Depart from the car."

Detective Montgomery and another police car arrived in the scene. He could help but smile when he saw Shane and Sean Jackson standing outside of the SUV with their hands up. But where was Victor? Where was Du Bois? He pulled his car next to the police cruiser and got out.

"Where's the driver?" Montgomery asked.

"He hasn't come out yet, sir." McLaughlin answered.

Det. Montgomery grabbed the P.A microphone. "This is Det. Montgomery. Driver of the vehicle show your hands and get out of the car." Montgomery handed McLaughlin the mic and waited.

"Fuck!" Victor said. What was Detective Montgomery doing here? Victor wasn't sure what he was feeling under his seat but it felt like a gun and if it was he had to do something before the police came over. He almost had it when he heard Montgomery's voice again. Victor reached for it and grabbed it again. Yeah, it felt like a gun but what was it doing in his car?

Montgomery was tired of waiting. He pulled his service revolver, he was going to get Victor now. He approached the car and the police officers with him did the same. They ran to the rear of the SUV, two of the officers took Shane and Sean and put them in the back of the police cruiser. The officer came around the passenger side of the SUV where the passenger doors were still open. He looked in and that was when he saw the driver pull up a gun from under the driver's seat.

"GUN!" He shouted.

Victor had just pulled the object from under his seat. Yes, it was a gun. Damnit! What the hell was going on? He had to do something with it but what? Before he could think about that he heard someone shout from his right side. It startled him and he turned with the gun in his hand. He was looking at a young police officer who opened fire at him. Victor managed to duck out of the way but as he did the gun discharged striking the officer in the shoulder. What happened next was like a slow motion nightmare. The officers opened fire at the SUV and backed away to their cars, except for Det. Montgomery. He advanced towards the SUV where he saw Victor down on the floor with a gun in his hand...the gun he had planted there. A smile...a sinister smile crossed his lips and as Victor looked up Montgomery aimed his gun and fired three shots. Direct hit!

Shane and Sean watched in surprise as the police officers had ran towards the car. They couldn't imagine what Victor was doing that was taking so long. When they were grabbed by two officers and place in a police car they watched in horror as an officer was shot and the others opened fired on the SUV. Shane screamed and tried to get out of the car but couldn't.

"VICTOR! VICTOR! VICTOR!" He screamed.

Sean couldn't believe what was going on? He was witnessing a gun battle in the middle of the street. That was when he saw Det. Montgomery advance to the driver side of the SUV and that's when he saw him fire his gun...three times. There was immediate and eerie silence and Sean closed his eyes. This was all a bad dream...a nightmare but when he opened his eyes the truth was there in his face. In the distance he could hear more sirens and he watched as the police officers surrounded the SUV. He turned to Shane, who had seen it all as well. He was silent as tears streamed down his face like a river. He was shaking and trembling and he looked pale. Sean held Shane's hand. It was cold as ice.

It took less than ten minutes for the EMTs and more backup to arrive on the scene. The area was blocked off and traffic diverted. The officer who was shot...Officer Manuel Santos was treated and taken to the hospital. Det. Montgomery smiled to himself as the body of Victor Du Bois was pulled out of the SUV. At last...it was done. He had taken care of Victor Du Bois.

Detective Julien Linton arrived on the scene a few minutes after the ambulance carrying Officer Santos departed. He was at the office when he heard the call that came in about an officer being down. He recognized Montgomery's voice. He asked the dispatcher what was going on. He told him that two officers had stopped a suspicious vehicle then the shooting started. When Julien asked what Det. Montgomery was doing there on the scene, the dispatcher had no idea. Julien left and headed for the scene. He saw Montgomery talking to a few other officers and a detective from the next precinct that actually had authority on this side of of town. He was walking over towards him when he noticed the two men in the back of the police cruiser. He stopped as he recognized them, Shane and Sean Jackson. Neither man seemed to have noticed him and Julien got a bad feeling. He quickly walked over to Montgomery.

"Hey partner, whatcha doin' here?" Montgomery asked, smiling.

"I heard the officer down call. I wanted to check things out. What happened?"

"Nothing...except this guy decides he wants to shoot a cop." Montgomery explained.

"Who?" Linton asked.

Montgomery lit a cigar. "Victor Du Bois." Montgomery said puffing on his cigar. "But he won't be doin that again. He's dead."

Jermaine and I had swung by my place. I told Dre what had happened and he said he was going to go to the hospital and give his regards and prayers. I then grabbed a few things and went with Jermaine back to his place, where we showered, got something to eat and made our way back to the hospital. We were maybe ten or twelve blocks away when we encountered some heavy traffic. We sat for a moment moving very slow. When we came upon a police officer, who told us we had to detour around and go another way.

"Officer," I said, "What happened?" I asked, ever the reporter.

"Police business." The officer said. "Move on, please."

We continued on to the hospital, where our business really was. When we arrived in the hospital there was a lot of activity.

"I wonder what's going on?" Jermaine asked.

"I don't know but I'm going to find out." I said as I got up and when to the nurses station. She seemed like she was a bit busy but I wanted to know what was going on.

"That was a bad thing that happened up the street, huh?" I said off the top of my head.

The nurse looked up quickly, smiled and went back to work. "Yeah, it was."

"The police have the entire area blocked off."

"Well, I'm not surprised considering that a cop got shot."

A policeman shot. "I heard. How is the officer?"

"Oh he's okay. He was treated. He'll be okay."

"Good, but I tell you, I'd hate to be the shooter when the police get him." I said.

"They did get him. He was shot on the scene."

"Oh wow! I'm glad to hear that...but...I mean they brought him here? I mean what if he tries something?"

"I wouldn't worry about that sir. He's dead."

I shook my head. I was willing to bet that the shooter was black. I walked away from the nurses station. I would call Theresa and see what she knew about the shooting. I had just returned to Jermaine when a sistah busted into the room followed by a very skinny brotha with a gold tooth and an unsavory look. She looked upset and slightly drunk or something and when I looked closer, she looked familiar. They went to the nurse's station.

"Where is my son!?" She demanded very loudly. The nurse looked up very much annoyed but trying to be professional.

"Ma'am could you please hold your voice down?"

"Bitch! Dontcha tell me to hold my voice down! Where the fuck is my baby boy?" The sistah snapped. The nurse raised an eyebrow and I felt something interesting was going to happen and this sistah, who I couldn't place was not done. "You sorry assed mothafuckas should have called me and told me what was goin' on with my goddamn son! Where the fuck is he?"

"Ma'am if you don't lower your voice I will call security."

"Call mothafuckin' security...I don't give a fuck!"

This sistah was out of control and I was about to stick my nose in other folks business when Mo-Mo and Sonny walked in.

"Sup E," Mo-Mo said. I turned and so did the sistah. I caught the look in Mo-Mo's eyes and it startled me. I turned to where he was looking and the sistah strided right towards him and that's when it clicked. Teena, Jamal's mother.

"Where the fuck is my son, you sonofabitch!" Teena roared.

"What in the hell are you doing here?" Mo-Mo answered, keeping his voice low. He saw the brotha behind her and then back at her. "You brought your latest piece of dick with you I see."

Teena went to slap Mo-Mo but he caught her hand and pushed it down. The skinny brotha moved like he was going to do something and Sonny and Mo-Mo stepped forward and brotha changed his mind that quick.

"You should have told me my baby was in the hospital, nigga!"

"If your ass was at home instead of being in the streets being a whore you would have known." Mohammed snapped back, still trying to keep his voice low.

"I hate your ass, Mohammed Moyenda. You should be in there instead of MY son." Teena was fuming.

"He's not your son. He IS MY son." Mohammed replied and he didn't not check his voice that time.

"Bullshit. He was hurt staying with you and where were you? How did he get hurt?"

"That's none of your damn business." Mohammed snapped back.

"The fuck it ain't, nigga."

"I'm not gonna be too many more niggas." Mohammed warned.

Teena looked at Sonny and then back at Mo-Mo. "Motherfucker! You were on the goddamn road wrestlin' weren't you? Yo ass wasn't even home when it happened, were you?"

"Fuck off, Teena." Mohammed said as he walked past her and went to the nurses station. Teena turned and followed him.

"I'm Mohammed Moyenda. I wanted to check on my son, Jamal."

The nurse, who wanted quiet nodded and said she would get the doctor.

"You gonna tell me what in the hell happened?" Teena demanded.

"He was in a car accident."

Teena wailed. "AND!"

"He's gonna be alright. Go home."

"GO HOME?! Nigga you are crazy. I'm not leavin' here until I see my baby."

"Suit yourself but I want you to shut the fuck up and take this...this fool out of here. He ain't family."

"YO!" The other dude spoke again but when Mohammed glared at him he shut up again.

Teena looked at Sonny and then at Jermaine and I. "And who are these niggas? His long lost uncles?"

"Teena...you and your thang can stay but you both better stay out of my way."

"Nigga!" Teena shot at him.

"Bitch!" Mo-Mo shot back. Teena and her friend sat across from us. When Dr. Suvwanakar walked out he went straight to Mo-Mo, who stood up and greeted him. Teena was on her feet and went right over. The doc didn't know who she was and talked to Mo-Mo without looking at here.

"How is Jamal?" Mo-Mo asked.

"He is...may I help you ma'am?" The doc asked looking at Teena.

Teena was off the hook. "Nigga, I'm Jamal's mama!"

Dr. Suvwanakar looked at Mo-Mo, who nodded. "I'm sorry Mrs. Moyenda."

"Hell No! I ain't married to him. Never was and never will be!"

Dr. Suvwanakar ignored that and went on. "Your son is still in a coma."

Teena wailed. "OH MY BABY!" She acted as if she was going to faint and the doctor seemed more concerned than the dude she brought with her but she recovered. Mohammed ignored it.

"So what can you do?" Mohammed was asking.

"We have moved him to a private room. I think things are hopeful. This is not an unusual situation considering the accident."

"So can I see him?" Mohammed asked.

"Me too." Teena said quickly.

The doctor looked at them both. "Yes, but I have to tell you that even though he is in a coma he is still effected by what is around him."

"Whatcha tryin to say?" Teena demanded.

"What I am saying is that if you two are in a highly aggravated, agitated state I would rather you see him one at a time. He is your child but he is MY patient and until such time as he is discharged, HE IS MY responsibility."

A few minutes later Dr. Suvwanakar was taking Mohammed and Teena to see son. The brother that came with Teena sat in the seats across from us while Sonny joined me and Jermaine. I got a very weird feeling again...like something was wrong. I turned to Jermaine.

"I'm going to the chapel." I said.

"I'll go to." Jermaine said.

"Hey," Sonny spoke, "Can I go?"

I smiled. "Sure." I looked to see if Teena's friend was going to ask. He didn't. We arrived at the hospital chapel and as we sat together in the pews I felt a prayer in me come out.

"Father God, I know that your will is done in all things and that you a truly powerful and loving. One of your children is in trouble and he and his parents and everyone that loves him and them needs you. Please, take care of Jamal. If it's really his time father help us all to deal with that, if not please make him well. In your loving name. Amen."

Andre led Akil through the house and towards his bedroom. Akil was trying to make small talk and asked if Andre lived alone and how long had he lived there. Andre remained quiet, he was not looking for conversation. They walked into his room and he shut the door behind them. Akil stood in the center of the room and looked around.

"Very nice room." Akil said.

"Did you come here to check out the décor or did you come here to get fucked?" Andre said as he walked towards Akil. Akil faced Andre and smiled. This brother was not about small talk nor wasting time which was fine with him.

"I came here to get my freak on." Akil said as he reached for Andre's face leaning in for a kiss. But Andre turned his head.

"Naw...no kissing." Andre said.

"Okay." Akil replied. Andre removed his shirt and unzipped his pants. Akil smile and dropped to his knees and put Andre's semi hard dick into his mouth and began sucking. Andre gripped the sides of Akil's head and began fucking his hot mouth. Damn! It felt damned good! Akil's tongue was working wonders on his dick and as Andre tried to drive all of his dick down his throat causing Akil to gag but he didn't stop.

"DAMN...SHIT...DAMN! SUCK THAT DICK, BITCH!...SUCK THAT DICK!" Andre moaned as he felt Akil's mouth and tongue doing it's work. His legs were getting weak and Andre sat on his bed while Akil continued to work his mouth on his dick. He laid back on the bed and close his eyes and as Akil went to work on his dick, his mind went back to the steamroom. It went back to Julien Linton and as his mind went back to that day his dick throbbed and twitched causing Akil to gag a bit but he went on. He reached his hands up and fondled Andre's nuts causing Andre to moan and shutter. Akil removed his clothes as he sucked Andre's dick and once he was naked he slid off Andre's dick and crawled up onto his body. He wanted that big dick in his ass and he wanted it now. He was about to mount Andre when Andre stopped him.

"You gotta a rubber?" Andre asked.

"Well, no. I wasn't expecting..."

Andre reached over into his bedside table and pulled out a Magnum brand condom and handed it to Akil. He then reached in and pulled out some lube. Akil ripped open the condom and slipped it over Andre's huge dick and then he took a liberal handful of lube and put it on the condom and in his ass. Once Akil was done he moved down and straddled Andre's lower body as he reached back and gripped his dick with his hand and slowly lowered his body down while guiding his the dick into his ass. It was very large and it hurt like hell but Akil was not about to stop and as he went down more and guided the dick in the pain gave way to a delicious pain numbing pleasure.

"Ahhhh Yeah!" Akil moaned in satisfaction as he felt the dick go in. It felt great. It felt damn great. He began to ride the dick and as it filled his ass he moaned and groaned and as he looked down at Andre, he could see on his face that it was driving him crazy and that he was loving every bit of it.

"How's that ass!?" Akil demaned as he bounced on Andre's dick.

"Ahhhh fuck yeah! That ass is hot as shit!" Andre groaned as he fucked his ass. This brotha had a great ass. He pounded Akil's ass with powerful strokes and as Akil squealed and squeaked with each thrust trying to tear him apart.

"Ride that dick, bitch!" Andre snarled. "RIDE IT!"

Akil placed his hands on Andre's powerful chest to steady himself as he felt the thrust and drive of his dick in his ass. It was too much. It was too much pleasure and too much pain. He felt like he was being split open but he couldn't stop cause the pleasure was too much. Sweat rolled off Akil's lithe body and dripped onto Andre's glistening skin as they frantically fuck. Akil moaned and whimpered each time the thick dick was pile driven into his battered ass.

Andre shook his head as he felt his body starting to tense up, he was close to a climax. "I'm gonna cum any minute!" Andre blurted out.

"Yesss...Yesss... daddy...give it to me!...Please...give it to me!" Akil pleaded as he rocked and rolled on the dick.

Andre pumped as hard as he could as he felt his balls tighten up as cum moved quickly up into his dick. He felt the delicious, tingly itch and as he got closer to an orgasm his dick became super sensitive. He couldn't stand it much more and as Akil wiggled and rocked and rolled on it he felt like he was about to explode. His toes curled in his shoes, clawed at the sheets and he squeezed his eyes shut.

"AHHHHHH....AHHHHHHH...AHHHHHHH...OOOOOH...I'm gonna...I'm gonna..."

"GIVE IT TO ME! GIVE IT TO ME DADDY!" Akil chimed in.

"AHHHHH SHIT! DAMN! I'M CUMMING!!!! I'M CUMMMMMMING!!!!"

Andre let loose with a shuddering orgasm that shot through Akil and made him explode all over Andre's chest. They screamed and grunted and collapsed on the bed spent. As Akil laid on the bed panting, Andre pulled up his pants.

"Get out." Andre said.

Akil looked up surprised. "What?"

"Time for you to go." Andre said.

"You drove me here." Akil complained.

"You're a runner. Run home." Andre said.

Akil sprung up and put on his clothes. He glared at Andre and then left his room and the house. Andre went to the front door and locked it. He then went to the bathroom and ran the shower, stripped and stepped in. As the water washed over his body Andre stood there. All the while he was fucking Andre he kept thinking about Julien Linton and when he came he was thinking he was fucking Julien Linton. He hated this. He hated this a lot. How in the hell was this going to stop and when?