Chapter 2 "Dante"
This is the second chapter in this story. Sorry for the delay. I hope you enjoy.
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"Hello"
"Where the fuck have you been all evening. I've been calling you for hours with no fuckin' answer and all you can say is hello."
"If I tell you one more time not to cuss at me like that, we're gonna' have a serious problem."
"Well? Where have you been?"
"Dante', I told you I was going to Pittsburgh for the week. That isn't new. I have been telling you this for two months now."
"But I told you I wanted to spend your birthday with you, I mean aren't we together and all, don't I have a say, aren't we supposed to be making this thing work? You could have asked me to come with you, but you didn't. What you fuckin' another man or somethin'"
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I had to hang up on him. Dante' and I have been going through this same thing for five months or more. Every time I turn around. I am having sex with somebody else. I'm not having sex with him, so I must be "fuckin'" somebody else. Nah bruh! That's your mentality. Everything started off great with Dante' and I. He and I have been seeing each other off and on since I was a teenager. But we ran into each other eight months ago. I was coming home from work one evening and stopped in the Giant to do some shopping for dinner. There was Dante'. I recognized him instantly. He had not changed a bit he had only gotten older. He is 5'8" 175 but muscular and has this beautiful dark shade of skin. His skin tone is even all over. But he has these perfectly shaped teeth but he has a lisp that attracted me to him in the first place. It was that one imperfection in him that attracted me to him when we were teenagers. Now I can't stand it.
(Dante and I were 13 when we first met; he is my uncle's stepson. I have known that I was gay since I was about 8 years old, but of course I had never had sex with anyone. He was in my room and we were talking about football and I was pretending to understand what he was talking about. (I don't particularly like football, I can tolerate basketball.) Next thing you know the words were out of my mouth before I had the chance to reel them back in. "Have you ever had a blow job?" I don't know where it came from it just came out; I think I was trying to change the subject to something that I was familiar with and that is what fell out. He looked at me a bit shocked at first and looked towards the door; it was closed but not locked. He said no, that he had never had a blow job before, but a friend of his told him about it and that it felt really good. He then asked me if I ever had one, I made up a story about me and a guy from school, Lance, I had a big crush on Lance. I told Dante that I had been over to Lance's house to help him study and he told me that he had porn that his brother gave him. So he put it in and it was bi-sexual porn. Now I must say that I had a few porno's myself two straight and three bi-sexual. So I told him about one scene in one of the porn's that I have it was really hot. It starts out with a guy and a girl sitting on the couch talking, he is there to visit her husband but he is not home from work yet. Next thing you know they are making out and then he starts to eat her out. Then she starts sucking his dick. Just as they are about to start fucking the husband walks in and finds them. He acts all angry at first but you can see the bulge of his dick in his pants. The wife looks at him and says come join us. Next thing you know that friend is sucking the husbands' dick while he plows the wife, then they swap and then the husband is fucking the wife while the friend is fucking the husband. It was pretty hot. I noticed that Dante kept adjusting himself. I then told him that while Lance and I were watching the scene, Lance had pulled his dick out and was jacking off. I said that I was looking at him scared and mystified. Then Lance asked me if I had ever done anything like that before, I told him no and then asked if I would give it a try. I told him only if we do each other. I told him that I was sucking Lance's dick and within two or three minutes he was cumming. I told him that a little got in my mouth and I swallowed it by mistake but the rest of it fell in my lap.
I looked at Dante and he asked me if I like the taste of it, I said it was OK, but I didn't get a good taste of it. He looked at me and asked me if I would do it again, I told him yeah. I moved over to Dante and started unbuckling his belt and pants, he looked at the door and said that we needed to lock it, I ran over and locked the door and when I came back he had is pants down around his ankles and his dick in his hand. I knelt down in front of him and started to lick the head of his dick. I took a deep breath and I smelled a little must but mostly Irish Spring. So I just started mimicking what I saw done in the porno's bobbing up and down, licking his balls and his shaft. I went back to sucking his dick and next thing you know he started cumming. It was a lot. I was choking on it and couldn't swallow fast enough. It was dribbling down his dick and all over my chin. His cum had a nice twang to it a little salty. He was looking down at me and then said he was sorry for cumming like that, that it just came out. I told him it was ok and grabbed a dirty t-shirt out of the hamper and cleaned up my mouth and his dick. He pulled up his underwear and pants and buckled up. He was looking out the window and I knew that he was gonna get all weird on me. Before I know it he was down on his knees in front of me pulling down my shorts, I didn't have on any underwear. He sucked my dick, trying to mimic what I did to him and before you know it I said I was cumming and he kept going, he swallowed it all. It didn't get weird. He started coming over the house a couple times a month or I would go over his house. We tried fucking once, but it hurt like hell, we didn't know what we were doing. After that I was scared to try again so we just sucked each other off. When we were 17 he moved to L.A. with is dad. He kept getting into trouble and his mom just couldn't take it anymore. We didn't see each other again until I was 22 and he moved back into town to work for Pepco. My big momma had passed away the year before and I was still living in the house that we had in Capitol Heights. He came over when he found out from my uncle that I still lived in the same place. We started hooking up again, we did just about everything. But it didn't last more than a year and a half. There was just no future in the relationship from what I could tell, so we broke it off. I didn't see him again until that evening in Giant)
We just kind of picked up where we left off. We had sex that first night that we met, protected of course, but our problem started when I asked him to get tested. I didn't like using condoms but I know the safety in them to keep you from getting something that you can't get rid of. I told him we would do it together. I had no problem. I get tested on a regular basis just to be safe. We had been having protected sex but he remembered me being a stupid teenager and a stupid 20 year old who would suck his dick without a condom. Being an older wiser man and a trained nurse, I have seen too many cases of disease, not just HIV/AID's, that have been transmitted through oral sex. His argument was "I know I aint got nothin'." I said "Oh, ya do, do ya? So you don't mind going and getting tested? He has all but refused. He has come up with every excuse in the book as to why he can't do it. I told him I can't have unprotected sex with anyone who I am not sure of their status.
I have been trying to stick it out with him mainly because I don't want to leave him just because he is afraid to get tested. Who wouldn't be afraid of HIV/AID's? But there are worse things than not knowing.
He is calling again.
"Hello?"
"Why you hang up on me? I aint cuss at you I just asked you a question."
"Dante', look I understand that you have whatever hang ups you have, but don't throw that crap off on me. I am going to Pittsburgh, I am going to enjoy myself, and you are not going to ruin that for me. I do not want to hear from you while I am gone and honestly enough I don't want to hear from you when I get back. I am tired of your crap. You were a good friend to me in the past and that is where I should have left you, in the past. When I get home I will get your stuff together so that you can come and pick it up. It's not much."
"How the fuck you goin' break up with me on the fuckin' phone? Aint we better than that?"
"Dante', don't turn all stalkerish. That aint cool. But let me tell you something. And you know I don't like to use this language much, but I aint the one to be fucked with. You can try me if you want to but you will get dealt with."
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This is the second chapter in this particular series and I hope that you enjoyed it. Please excuse any typos or grammatical errors. I appreciate any comments that you would like to provide. I am up for anything and don't mind constructive criticism. I can be contact via email at jaydensluv2016@gmail.com. Next installment to come.