THANKSGIVING
Around Holiday time, everyone goes away to visit family. The couple in apt 1-A (Angie and Byron) flew to Ohio to visit her folks. The couple in 2-B (Tre and Donte) drove to Delaware to visit Donte's people and announce their engagement. The tenant in 1-B (Curtis) went to visit his peeps across town in West Philly. And Carl and Charmaine went to Carl's parents house to have a lovely Thanksgiving with the family. Milton decided to skip Deme's parent's dinner, because he didn't want to hear his mother in-law go on and on about how lousy a husband he'd been this year. At first Demeecee was angry, but then she gave in and allowed Milt to go to his parents house instead (knowing how her mother gets).
John and Melissa Howard had 3 children; Carl (the oldest), Milton (the middle), and Janice (the baby girl). All were grown and living on the own. Carl and his wife were expecting their first child soon, while Milt and Deme were still contemplating when to have children. Janice was off living the single life in NYC as a legal clerk. She was 26, and beautiful (like her mother). She had a female roommate her parents knew only as Michele. The surprise to everyone was that Janice and Michele weren't only roommates, but lovers as well! This was announced during the dinner table, after someone inadvertently asked Janice if she had a boyfriend yet?
"You're...gay?" asked Milton's mother, staring at her daughter in shock.
"Yes mom." smiled Janice, taking her girlfriend's hand and holding it up for everyone at the table to see. "And I'm in love!" she added happily, kissing the back of her lover's hand.
"You're gay!" responded Carl, with a nasty tone which caught everyone's attention. "How could you do this to mom and dad?"
"Do what to mom and dad? Love another living breathing human being? How dare I?!" asked Janice, sarcastically.
"You know what I mean! They didn't raise us to be THAT way!" yelled Carl.
"No one raises their child to be gay, dummy!" responded Janice.
"Let's all calm down..." said Melissa, trying to keep things in order.
"No mom, tell her how you really feel! Let her know how totally disappointed you and dad are to hear she's shacking up with another girl!" yelled Carl, speaking for his parents. "How disgusting!"
"Speak for yourself, son." said John Howard, trying to make sense of it all.
"What?" shocked Carl, looking at his father as if he spotted an alien. "I KNOW you're not saying you alright with this shit, dad!"
"Watch your mouth, boy!" corrected his father. He looked over at his daughter and her girlfriend, then reached out and grasped his little girl's hand. "I may not like or know much about same sex partnerships, but I know I want my children to be happy. And surround themselves with people that make them happy. So...I want to wish Janice and Michele all the luck they'll need to have a successful relationship!"
He looked Janice in the eye. "And I MEAN that, baby-girl." he added.
"I love you daddy!" smiled Janice, jumping up to give her father a hug and a kiss.
"What about YOU, mom?" asked Carl, turning to his mother. "You gonna let this go on in your own house?"
"Shut up, Carl!" said Melissa Howard. "I'm more concerned about their safety! What if people find out? You could be hurt!" she said, addressing the couple head on.
"We live in a very gay friendly neighborhood, mrs Howard." said Michele, respectfully. "And there are town watches everywhere. Every woman has to be careful while walking the streets nowadays, -Janice and I see it as no different for us. Robbers and rapists don't know who's gay and who's straight, they attack us all!"
"True. I..,I didn't think of that..." said Melissa, thinking it over. She looked at her husband, then back at Janice, and smiled. "I guess..., Welcome to the family, Michele!" she chimed.
"Thank you."
"I don't fucking believe this!" yelled Carl, going ballistic. Charmaine did what she could to control her husband, but there was no stopping his irate behavior.
"And what about YOU, Milt?" asked Janice through all the fuss, crossing her arms on the table and staring across at her brother. "How do you feel about my announcement?"
"Yeah, Milt! Tell us how YOU feel!" said Carl sarcastically, waiting for an answer so he could cut him down!
Milt looked around the table at his family, then silently got up and walked out.
"Milt...!" called his mother, hearing the front door shut.
"That's what I'm talking about!" said Carl, feeling vindicated. "That's what I mean! What're WE supposed to tell people when they see you 2 coming? Do you have any idea how embarrassing this's gonna be?!"
"Frankly Carl, I don't give a damn!" said Janice, standing up to go after Milt.
"Janice...!" called Melissa, worried about everyone's food getting cold. Carl went on rambling about how disgusting it was to have a faggot in the family despite his parents warnings to calm down. Michele looked at him cross from across the table, starting to take a serious disliking to him when Carl looked up and asked her...
"What the fuck you looking at, bitch?"
Outside, Milton sat on the front steps to his parent's house, the house they all grew up in. How many times had he fallen down those steep cement steps as a kid, rough housing it with Carl and his friends? He could still remember the shrieks his momma made when he came in the house, bloody with crape and scratch marks. "Milt...?" called Janice from behind, coming out to sit next to him on the steps. She was always so girlie and petite, Milt had to admit himself that he was completely surprised by her announcement. "It's kind of cool out here." she said, bundling her arms as she sat down next to him. "What's wrong, big brother? Are you upset with me about being gay?" she asked, trying to read his face expressions.
"No." answered Milt, looking down at nothing.
"Then what's wrong? You know you left me and my girl Michele hanging in there. Carl thinks you lift because you're against our relationship. He thinks you're his allies"
"Carl's an idiot! He KNOWS why I'm not against it." said Milt, not wanting to say any more about it.
"How about enlightening me, eh? I'm the one that posed the question, remember?" reminded Janice.
"There's a lot of shit going on in my life right now, that Carl knows of, but no one else does." admitted Milt, vaguely.
"I'm all ears." offered Janice, leaning in to listen. Milt looked over at his baby sister, all grown up and womanly now with womanly thoughts and womanly issues. He wondered how she would feel to know that her strong virile brother was dipping in the gay pool, and was probably gay as well? Having fucked and...loved, another man.
Milt started in, telling Janice about how Marlon came to live with him and Demeecee for a time, and how closely they developed as friends and eventually lovers. He told her of Marlon's jail experiences, and how he seemed to have lost his manhood and allows Carl to boss him around and mishandle him. Janice sat and listened to the whole story from beginning to end, keeping an open mind and an open heart as her brother poured out his.
"How do you feel about Marlon now?" she asked, after he finished with his tale.
"What do you mean how do I feel? He's my brother in-law!" said Milton, defensively. For some reason, he still had a problem admitting his feelings. Men don't go around confessing they love other men, unless it's your father or brother, -OR unless you're drunk and talking shit!
"Well...I don't know how you feel about Marlon, but one thing I've leaned from living with Michele is that; tomorrow's not promised to you, and life's too short to be living it through other people's eyes and narrow minded opinions. If you like Marlon as much as your voice tells me you do, then you owe it to him and to yourself to find out how deep it goes and how far it reaches. Who knows, HE might be your true soul-mate, NOT Demeecee.
"And how do you feel about what I told you?" asked Milt, seriously concerned about his image. "Does it bother you to know I have these feelings for another dude? That I'm not as...straight, as the next brutha?"
"No, not at all, Milton." said Janice, sincerely. "Besides, with all of the DL brothas and Homothugs walking around, whose to say who's straight and who's gay anymore?"
"I hear that!" agreed Milton, wrapping his arm around his sister's shoulder.
"What really surprises me is Carl." she added, allowing Milt's arm to warm her some. "After all the shit he talked in there, he's no better than I am! He's just not open with it."
Milt said nothing as he took his sister's words to heart. She had a significant point about life being too short to live through the eyes of others, but Milton had to think of his family. What would his father say? Sure he was accepting of Janice's announcement, but the world seems more tolerant to lesbians than they are to homosexuals. Besides, Milton wasn't even sure if the word "homosexual" applied to him. Sure he liked (and enjoyed) fucking Marlon, but he enjoys woman also. He supposed that would put him in some sort of bisexual category with society, but he wasn't sure he wanted to be tied to a label like that. People tend to charter everyone in the bisexual category under GAY, and Milton just didn't feel like he belonged there. He still wanted a life with women. He still wanted a family with children. And he unquestionably wanted...Marlon. He had a lot of thinking to consider before making any decisions.
"Come on, Milt..." said Janice, smacking him on the knee to get his attention. "...let's get back in the house, before Michele goes for Carl's throat!"
They laughed at the possibilities as they got up from the steps, and made their way inside. From the door they could hear the ruckus! Curse words flew as furniture was knocked over. Carl had gone too far with the insults, and Michele had jumped him from her seat across the table, knocking over dishes in the process!
"Mother fucker, I'll CUT you!" she screamed, scratching at his face just as Johnathan Howard grabbed her by the waist.
"Come on, Bitch! I'll fuck you up!" yelled Carl, falling backwards as he knocked over his dining room chair. Melissa Howard and Charmaine was trying to hold him at bay when he suddenly slapped Michele across the face, sending her ear-rings flying.
"Pussy!" yelled Janice, jumping on her brother's back and pounding her tiny fists hard into his shoulders. Carl fell forward from the extra weight, and landed a top the table, causing more of a mess.
"Stop! Stop this right now!" yelled mother Melissa, watching her beautiful dining room setting fall to pieces.
Carl flipped Janice off his back, knocking her to the floor. That's when Milton came up, roughly turned Carl around, and clocked him one straight into the jaw. Carl fell back onto the floor, but not without grabbing the table cloth and dragging the entire dinner down with him! Turkey & dressing, gravy, ham, mashed potatoes, macaroni and cheese, yams, deviled eggs, green beans, cranberry sauce, collard greens, peach cobbler, cornbread, butter, rolls, wine, and water...all came tumbling down! Melissa Howard screamed as he lovely carpet (and dinner) were ruined! Janice and Michele started to laugh. Then Charmaine's water suddenly broke. She stood in the middle of the floor like a statue with her legs spread apart, a huge puddle forming under her.
"OH MY GOSH...!" yelled Melissa.
"Call an ambulance!" yelled Jonathan.
Carl jumped up off the floor looking for the fight to continue, when he suddenly realized his wife was in labor.
"Whadda we do??" he asked in a panic.
"Call the doctor!" yelled Charmaine, as Milt, Melissa, and Janice helped her put on her coat and walk towards the door.
"Okay!" said Carl, drawing a complete blank. "What's the doctor's number?" he asked, realizing they left all of the hospital information at home on the dresser. Charmaine groaned out loud as a severe pain shot through her abdominal area. "OH SHIT!" yelled Carl.
"Relax..." said Michele, grabbing his arm to get his attention. "What's your hospital? The staff can call your doctor from there!" he reminded him as the family rushed her out the door and into Milt's car.
They were playing The Wizard Of Oz on television (as they do every Thanksgiving holiday!), while Marlon is alone in his tiny one room apt heating up a frozen turkey dinner in the microwave. His boifriend's family didn't know that Curtis was gay (or bisexual), so understandably Marlon didn't want to risk blowing his cover by exposing himself as his lover. Curtis came from a big "church" family background (being raised Jehovah's Witness), so it was understood that they wouldn't be spending the holiday together. The microwave's buzzer chimed just as the house lands on The Wicked Witch Of the West (or is it East?). He burns his fingers slightly taking it out of the microwave, then quickly rushes it over to the small tray stand he uses as a living room table. A cheap can of beer is beside him as he prays over his meal, then digs in. For a frozen dinner, it's not half bad. Sliced turkey & gravy, mashed potatoes, and green beans. What more could a man want?
Just then, there was a light tap at the door. Marlon froze, hoping it wasn't Carl looking to fuck. Marlon was pissed cause he'd just showered and shaved, and didn't want Carl thinking he was cute enough to plug! "Hello..?" he heard someone say, suddenly realizing Carl never knocks. He just barges right in rather Marlon's prepared to see him or not. Marlon wasn't expecting company, so he had no idea who would be calling on the holiday!
"Milt..." he said, as he opened the door.
"Sup, man? You gonna let me in?" he asked, standing on the bottom step.
"Yeah, sure..." said Marlon, stepping back to allow entry.
Milton came in, carrying a foiled plate.
"This's for you." he smiled, noting the tv dinner sitting on the tray table.
"You shouldn't have!" said Marlon, taking the plate and unwrapping it. There was a giant turkey leg w/dressing & gravy, sliced ham, mac & cheese, greens, yams, 2 deviled eggs, cornbread, cranberry sauce, and cobbler all on one plate. Marlon licked his lips and sat his tv dinner aside. "Have a seat?" he offered, before digging in!
"Aren't you gonna heat that up?" asked Milt, laughing.
"Taste good like it is!" said Marlon, hungry as hell.
"Charmaine had her baby tonight." mentioned Milt, getting a stunned reaction from Marlon. "It's a BOY." he said, before Marlon could ask. Marlon smiled, then looked back at the television as he wondered if that meant the end of Carl's agreement as tenor.
They sat silently, watching the movie together as Dorthy made her way down the Yellow Brick Road...
2am
Milt awoke to find the television playing an infomercial. Marlon was asleep in his arms, his head laying on Milt's chest as he snored ever so lightly. Milt looked at his watch, then rubbed his face to wake up. Deme was probably calling the house wondering where he was. Luckily he told her earlier about Carl's baby news. But he knew he shouldn't press his luck, he was still on probation as far as she was concerned.
Milt went to wake Marlon up so he could leave, but didn't have the heart to do it. Marlon looked so cute asleep under his draped arm. Instinctively he bent his head down and kissed him on the forehead. Milton thought about his actions, but felt compelled to do it again. He placed his lips against Marlon's forehead, and lingered. He trailed Marlon's facial features with his fingertips, drawing lines across his lips, down the bridge of his nose, across his thick eye brows, and along his jaw line. Marlon stirred, but didn't awaken until he felt the gentle caresses and tiny kisses to his head. He looked up at Milt. Neither man said anything as Milton leaned down and kissed Marlon gently on the lips. Their lips touched ever so slightly, then touched again. After a few seconds the kiss got firmer. Their lips mashed as they did a series of closed mouth kisses, before Milton inserted his tongue.
"uummm..." moaned Marlon, accepting it as he sucked it gently. His arm was wrapped around Milton's waist. He slowly eased it back around front and down into his crotch. He could feel the hardon that was already throbbing for him.
Milt began to get more aggressive with his kisses. He changed position, getting a better angle inwhich to search Marlon's mouth. He felt Marlon grabbing onto his hardon through the fabric of his jeans. He was aching to get it out, but didn't want to rush the moment. He maneuvered his body so that he was no longer sitting, rather facing Marlon as he pushed him backwards on the futon (without once breaking the kiss). He gently laid Marlon on his back, and pressed himself on top so that he was laying between Marlon's spread legs. They could feel each other's hardon grinding into each other as they kissed, humped, and caressed each other through a layer of clothing.
Marlon's hands went around Milt's back, feeling the muscles from his broad shoulders and down the curve of his strong back as Milt slowly pumped into him. Milt's hands went up under Marlon's yellow t-shirt, feeling his bare skin as he reached down and caressed his ribs and ass from beneath. Marlon wrapped his arms around Milt's neck, and moaned into his mouth as he gave into his masculinity. Milt played the more dominate role and took charge, peeling Marlon's shirt off over his head (finally breaking the kiss).
Milt flung the shirt onto the floor as his kissed his way down the side of Marlon's jaw, and started to gently suck his neck. Marlon moaned softly as Milt continued his journey down, licking Marlon's chest and sucking firmly on his erect nipples. "Oh shit..." moaned Marlon, loving Milt's nipple play. Straight men often sucked nipples good, as they were taught well by women on how to please in that area. Milton spent a good 5 minutes on each nipple, sucking and biting them gently until they were stiff and standing at complete and full attention. Then he started to undo Marlon's pants, and inch them down off of his ass. Marlon helped by making it easier for him, and soon he was laying there stark naked.
Milt continued where he left off, and kissed his way down Marlon's stomach. He licked at his navel, then went even lower until he was licking Marlon's dick. Marlon's body tingled with shivers as Milt's tongue dance along the shaft and about the throbbing tip. He could taste remnants of Marlon's pre-cum, but didn't take the dick in his mouth as he did once before (back in chp13 of "my wife's bro"), as it wasn't really his cup of tea. But he didn't mind kissing and licking on it (some). He made his way down the shaft, then used his big hands to lift Marlon's legs up over his head. Marlon's deep rich brown ass came into view from the glow of the tv screen. Without hesitating, Milton pressed his face in and started eating his boi out.
Marlon's eyes fluttered as Milt's tongue worked over his sweet hole. In all the time he'd been getting dicked down and fucked by the best of them, no one (save Curtis) took the time to make Marlon felt good and make sure his body got pleasure -until Milt. Milt ate his ass like pussy, tonguing, sucking, nibbling, fingering, caressing...he darted his tongue in and out, fucking the tight little black pucker until he felt it dilate wet and juicy.
Unable to stand anymore pleasure without cumming, Marlon pulled Milt up from his meal, and pulled Milton's button down shirt and t-shirt off over his head. Milton's muscles came into view, turning Marlon on like nothing else. He sat up, kissing Milt in the mouth as he fumbled with the fastens on his pants. Milt stood, taking over the undressing as he kicked off his shoes and dropped his pants and draws. Marlon's eyes fastened on Milt's manhood as it swung into view. He leaned forward and took the prize meat between his lips and started sucking. Milt's dick jumped as soon as Marlon closed his lips around the head. He could taste all the pre-cum forming at the piss slit, -his stomach hungry for more as he took the dick deeper into his mouth.
Milton let Marlon suck him for awhile, but he didn't want to cum orally. He wanted to cum inside Marlon, the way he used to. He felt Marlon taking him into the back of his throat, pressing his nose into Milt's pubic bone. Milt felt the throat tighten and milk his thick boner, then pulled back before Marlon accidentally made him spill his load. Marlon looked up in surprise, having just gotten into sucking it. He loved Milt's dick, and wanted to eat his load to show him just how much he was devoted to him.
"I don't want to cum that way, baby..." Milt said, pushing Marlon back onto the futon. Marlon knew what Milt wanted, and he wanted the same thing. He laid back and spread his legs as Milt maneuvered between them. He pressed the head of his dick up against the tight taut asshole, and pressed. Marlon bit his lower lip as a sharp pain shot through his anus, but he held tight as he looked up into Milt's eye.
Milt felt his dick sink in, the tight anal ring squeezing his woodie like a vice as he leaned forward and pressed inward. Soon his entire dick was sheathed up Marlon's ass. He laid out on top of him, and started to kiss him deeply.
Marlon felt fully stuffed by Milt's manhood. He accepted his tongue back into his mouth as Milton slowly started to move in and out. Marlon felt the dick sliding through his rectum, effectively fucking him as Milton's body humped a top him. In a matter of minutes they were breathing hard and panting. Milton broke the kiss, raising himself up on his strong arms as he did pushups into Marlon's body. Marlon held his legs up and open, allowing Milt all the room he needed to maneuver. Their bodies worked in unison, one steady humping while the other took the blows. Marlon's rectum and colon formed to the shape of Milt's dick as it plunged in and out at an ever faster rate. The momentum built as their bodies got hotter. Soft moans were replaced by louder grunts and gasps as slapping flesh filled the room.
Milt felt his orgasm coming quickly as he redoubled his speed, hammering into Marlon with a frightful pace. Marlon took his once lover's strokes, tightening his hole when necessary to provide a better service as Milton's dick moved in and out like a well oiled machine.
"Cum for me, baby..." whispered Milt, feeling his balls already tightening. Marlon reached down and grasped his hardon, which was so close to cumming already. He'd been leaking a steady flow of pre-cum since Milt walked through the door hours ago! In only a few strokes, he was shooting white hot gold all over his own chest and stomach. The ultra tightening of Marlon's asshole caused Milt to spill his load. He gasped for breath as the cum shot out of him in thick heavy gobs, filling Marlon's inside with a huge abundance of potent juice as his dick throbbed and pulsed out it's riches.
He laid down on top of Marlon full bodied, Marlon's cum acting as paste as it plastered the 2 of them together. Milt slid his tongue back into Marlon's mouth as his dick finished off it's orgasm.
"I love you, Milt." whispered Marlon, no longer caring about the stereo type or fearing what that meant of him as a man. Milt continued to kiss him, enjoying the aftermath of their amazing sex. After awhile, Marlon relaxed under the weight of Milt's body as they settled in to fall asleep.
Milt left Marlon's apartment at 6am, the sun was just starting to peek over the horizon of inner city buildings when Carl suddenly appeared on the walkway. The 2 brothers stopped in mid-stride, surprised to see each other here. Carl was the first to continue walking.
"I guess congratulations is in order." said Milt, holding out his hand.
"Thanks. I suppose the same is in order for you too?" he asked, nodding towards Marlon's apt. Milt blushed.
"Look Carl..."
"No need to explain, Milt. I know how you feel about Marlon. I had a nice long talk with Janice last night at the hospital to confirm it too, after you left." said Carl.
"And how do you feel about it?" asked Milt, curiously.
"I'm not gonna lie, I'm not happy about it. But I have to admit that I saw this coming. I even tried to prevent it from happening. I didn't want to see you ruin your life over some punk!"
"Marlon's not a punk!" explained Milt.
"Whatever he is, YOU like him! Who am I to stand in the way of that? I just hope you know what you're getting yourself into."
"This's all new to me too, Carl. I have no idea what I'm doing." confessed Milt. "All I know is I can't get him out of my head. He's special to me. I want to protect him, like I want to with Deme."
"I understand, man. But your wife won't!" reasoned Carl. "How you gonna explain to a woman that you've fallen for another man? Do you think Deme's gonna let you have Marlon while you're married to HER? -I don't think so!" Carl put his hand on Milt's shoulder. "Think about it HARD before you make the biggest mistake of your life. Whatever your decision, I'm behind you 100%."
"Thanks Carl, I appreciate that, bro." said Milt, affectionately.
"That's what brother's are for, man." said Carl, patting him lightly on the shoulder before continuing towards the apt. "Now I gots to get me some sleep! Charmaine'll be home with that baby tomorrow, and lord knows I won't be getting any more rest after that!"
"One more thing, Carl..." called Milt, stopping his brother's stride. "...lay off Marlon."
"You got it." agreed Carl, walking on.
Milt drove home with his mind in a fog. He'd spent one of the most romantic, loving, nights of his life alone with Marlon last night, and now he had to face his wife the next morning. He could only imagine what Demeecee was thinking! He'd checked his cell phone for messages, but there weren't any. She was probably sitting up waiting for him, with a rolling pin in one hand, and a metal frying pan in the other. He liked what he had at home, and didn't want to ruin it. But his was prepared to tell Demeecee what happened, if she demanded and explanation. He knew sparks would fly, and tears would shed, but he couldn't see any other way out.
He parked his car in front of his house, and cut the engine. Slowly he crept his way inside and up the steps. He was surprised to see Deme still in bed, sleep. Maybe she wasn't mad, after all. He quietly took off his clothes (down to his boxers), and slipped in under the covers. Deme stirred....
"What time is it?" she asked, looking over at the digital clock.
"6:30." answered Milt, laying still as a board and hoping she fall back to sleep.
"How's Charmaine?" she asked, turning her head around in Milt's direction.
"She had a boy!" he said.
"A boy? I know Carl's happy as hell."
"Yeah."
"You stayed with him all night?" she asked (moment of truth...!).
"Yes."
"That's good." said Deme, rolling over to lay her head on his bare chest. "You're a good brother." she said, closing her eyes as she drifted back off to sleep.