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4
The week passed and time stood still, much like most of Cornell's life. To him, he lived an uneventful life and what most people found alluring and inventive, he thought charmless. After traveling the world in the Navy and after meeting so many people in his 27 years, nothing shocked him anymore. He didn't miss the naive perspective, but envied the innocence of it.
He truly felt it was his mature approach to life that aged him. He always looked young, but was spoken, well above his age bracket, which got him into clubs and captured the attention of older men at a jail bait age. It wasn't until he actually aged more he realized the full-time act was exhausting and he found his youth fleeting. It became more and more difficult to act his age.
A week had passed since Cornell's encounter with Reggie and he didn't expect him to be so evasive, but knew eventually he was going to leave and he did just that. The next morning, Reggie had packed his things in his iconic army duffle bag, luggage, and plastic trash bags and left the Light House with no words or emotions. Cornell wasn't affected by Reggie's blunt disregard, but wished he hadn't gotten to know him.
The week was rainy and cold again. It was the perfect weather for Cornell. Dark. Melancholy. He could hide in nature's misery and no one would be the wiser. No one except, Mr Burnett.
"Mr Perry", Mr Burnett called seeing Cornell walking through the courtyard of the Light House.
"Rob, let's not do the last name thing. You ain't no older than I am and you ain't subordinate to me", Cornell explained.
"Wow! Just being professional. I'm your case manager and if I'm gonna sell it....Wait, that don't sound right....", Robert thought before he continued, "What you been up to"?
"Work", Cornell stopped inches away from Rob.
Cornell couldn't get enough of Rob's aftershave and, in combination with his handsome face, a sexy body he tried so hard not to hide. He wasn't trying to intimidate or throw the wrong signals to a married man, but Cornell hoped that he came off as slightly flirtatious, coy, but reserved.
"I'm hosting a group support meeting in about fifteen. You're welcome to join", Rob offered sticking out his soft, thick hand.
"I'm a little tired", Cornell admitted.
"Well, as an incentive to coming to this afternoon's meeting, this weekend the Light House is taking a few of the attendees to the movies. You ain't doin anything better", Rob interjected shaking Cornell's hand.
For the first time, Rob smiled at Cornell and it melted his heart. In that smile, Robert went from a professional, career man to a baby faced, teenager. If Rob was playing a game, he was starting to win.
"You know what....Let me get changed and I'll be down here", Cornell agreed.
"Cool....We're in room 1A-54", Rob announced turning to walk back towards the main office.
Cornell took that opportunity to admire Robert Burnett and his ass of champions. Cornell often found himself going crazy over married, straight men with asses that have a profound glory and a depth yet to be explored. That uncharted territory was bliss and Rob had to have played some kind of sport in college, because his body was too sculpted and curved to be natural.
Mr. Robert Burnett was hot and Cornell couldn't deny it. He had been captivated from the first moment he saw him....bent over. By the time Cornell came back to his senses, Cornell was caught with his lustful eyes glued to Rob and Rob's questioning eyes were staring back at him.
"You didn't hear a word I just said....Did you?", Robert questioned, not bothering to get an answer, but left through the glass door entrance to the main office offering Cornell another sight to see.
When Cornell made it to his room, there was a disturbed feeling about it. All three cots were made, just as he left them. The lockers and cabinet's were closed. Even the window blinds were just as he left them, but as he got changed out of his work coveralls, he tried desperately to put his finger on what was different.
It wasn't until he looked under the cot of the bed closest to the window when he spotted a pair of dirty, white tennis shoes. His other roommate had been in the hospital and Reggie was long gone. So after a long week of solitude, it was officially broken and it were times like that Cornell hated the most. He didn't know what this `new' guy's mind set was and he had to mentally prepare himself for anything. With any luck he was a silent, eluding type that didn't talk and possibly was ugly as road kill.
The conference room for the support group Rob was hosting was void of people, furniture, and ambiance. The only thing there was a long table with basic, folding chairs around it. The dry erase board was stained with permanent marker. It had evidence of where someone tried to clean it and it was done with the tact and inpatients of a toddler. The bleach white walls, the banausic carpet, and the fluorescent lights, all reminded Cornell of his office job and how the lack of decor was nauseating.
"Looks like you are the first one here", Robert came in and announced.
"What is this meeting", Cornell inquired as Rob set fliers and pamphlets out on the table in front of each chair?
"This is the Light House's LGBTQ monthly support group meeting", Rob informed.
Cornell wasn't at all offended by Rob's assumption that he was gay or the audacity of him assuming he would have wanted to come to a meeting of that nature. Cornell was more puzzled by, why Robert was hosting it.
"You're probably wondering why I'm hosting this meeting", Robert asked reading Cornell's mind?
"Yeah, that would be the question and I'm thinkin' I'm here because of last weekend", Cornell announced recalling the RA that walked in on him and Reggie having sex.
He expected the word to have been spread around and was disappointed by the lack of care. Usually, guys would have tried to challenge Cornell's sexuality and manhood, but oddly enough, no one gave two shits.
"I did hear about your latter activities, but that's not why I brought you in", Robert advised.
"Oh, this is our first date?....but, dude, it kinda looks like you're married", Cornell stated pointing to Rob's wedding ring.
"That, I am, Mr....Cornell! I have been married to my husband for a year now", Rob announced.
Finally, the truth had come out between the two of them. They hadn't been hiding secrets from each other and the time of reveal hadn't come up until that very moment. In that tiny, bland conference room, only minutes away from being occupied with a multitude of homosexuals, Cornell couldn't help but think about how he missed out on the chance at riding Robert's ass like a triathlon bicycle. It was just another reason for him to hate gay marriage. He respected all commitments, but wasn't sure if they actually existed.
"So, what's going to happen here? Is this like a match-making type deal or a straight-up sex party", Cornell asked trying not to be condescending?
"None of the above, my friend. This isn't for me, but for all of us. You'll be shocked and amazed by what these guys know and don't know".
"Let me get this correct. You're the expert of homosexual-ness....queer-ology", Cornell asked approaching Rob?
"No, I'm just here to keep the peace", stated Rob, but with a caution that intrigued Cornell.
Just then a seasoned gentleman walked into the room and quickly acknowledged Cornell. He had seen him around in his army fatigue jacket, but didn't question the man's sexuality. In fact, Cornell's first impression of most of the men at the Light House was of respect for his fellow veterans, down on their luck, and using this resource to the fullest.
"Every month, we go through this....", the older man started as he took his seat.
"And action", Rob joked.
"No coffee?....No doughnuts? You say you from Louisiana? You ought to be ashamed", he continued.
"Every month, you don't have coffee or doughnut money. I'd be more than happy to supply the demand, but the jury is out buying coffee and doughnuts", Rob replied turning his attention to Cornell, "This is Mr. Davis, wartime veteran with an appetite for sweets to match his delightful personality."
"And some cigarettes. When are we gonna do this outside in the courtyard", interjected a very feminine, eccentric male coming into the room.
In a matter of minutes the room was filled with a range of races, sexes, ages, and personalities. Cornell wasn't shocked by the multitude, but was put off by the crowd. He wasn't, and had never been, accustomed to large groups of gay people. By the time the last person had entered, Cornell was officially uncomfortable.
It was the ideal setting for a LGBTQ group to express feelings and opinions, but Cornell failed to relate to many of them. His mind set was always based around men being men and not the alternative way of thinking. He believed in loving another man, but not marriage. He didn't mind transgender, but his pessimistic oddity towards them made him feel like a hypocrite.
The dynamic of the group was remarkable, despite Cornell's wall fly approach. Each and every member had their own beliefs stemming from experiences or observations that were valid. As the group continued to discuss various topics, Cornell grew more intrigued.
"Well, what is the difference between repeated homosexual encounters with the same person as opposed to a long-term, secret gay relationship", Rob asked the group?
"That's not even a question. Two horns and two different goats", one man claimed.
"No, when you think about it, the levels of exposure are extremely different, but from the outside looking in, straight people only see gay. No matter how straight a guy might say he is or how drunk he was....You are now labeled, honey. One couple is DL the other is out", answered another.
"So, gay couples are more open, than those hooking-up", Rob asked the group?
"When you compare it to `traditional' couples, yes. The straight people have no need for secrecy. If they made it official or not. People ain't gonna trip out about that. But when you got two dudes trapped in societies' standard, it might not even be just random encounters. They ain't gonna open their mouths until they are ready, but who can put a study on that", someone else chimed in.
"They gonna end up cheatin' on each other anyway", a younger man asserted getting jeers from the group.
"How about you, Cornell? Do you think a DL couple is different from an openly gay couple", Rob asked?
Everyone's eyes were on him. He had been trying not to speak out of respect for himself. Cornell was the type to get very heated in a debate and didn't want to rattle any feathers so he chose his words carefully.
"Well....to me....gay isn't a new invention and in the past men have had to come up with extravagant ways to fuck around or be together, but now....We shame the dudes that don't want there business out in the world....If they ain't out of the closet, leave `em in there. If you are, is it beneficial to the world or to that person. If the love is there, cool. If not, either move on, or deal with it", Cornell managed to say to a silent room.
"So you're trying to say, it all depends on the relationship between those individuals and that can never be determined by the outside looking in", a girl asked?
"We keep relying on straight relationships to be a template for alternative relationships and all we see is lost causes, but I can guarantee you they said the same thing back in the 70's", Mr Davis announced.
"That is all the time we have today, please make sure you've signed the sign-in sheet", Rob yelled as everyone began to leave, "and meet me in the lobby at 12 pm Saturday".
Though the meeting was over, side conversations of the topic kept going as the group left the room. Cornell wanted to forget he had ever said anything. He thought he came off as a close-minded `tool' with no hope of or belief in the fairy-tale gay relationship. He had experienced it before, but he ended up giving and the men he was with did all the taking. To him, it was just too exhausting to waste time trying to find what Rob obviously had.
"Cornell, you got a minute", Rob asked breaking through a small crowd of guys?
Robert had some fans. The men all stood close to him, touching and batting their eyes as he made his way to Cornell, who contemplating not turning around. It would have been blatantly evident if Cornell ignored him and he didn't want to talk about the subject matter, but there was something sincere in Roberts voice that almost seemed begging.
"Yeah", Cornell assured.
"I will see you guys Saturday", Rob announced dismissing his groupies.
"What's up", Cornell asked?
Rob made sure he and Cornell had the chance to be out of ear shot of the departing group before he began. He stood close to Cornell enough to smell the mint he'd been sucking on. His aftershave was just as robust as it ever was. Just as the last of the group had turned the hall to leave, Rob pulled out a manila folder and retrieved a paper and handed it to Cornell.
"I forgot to give this to you when we met. Don't be alarmed. This is just for a week", Robert explained.
"Volunteer Services", Cornell read?
"For the guys staying at the Light House for more than seven days, there is a type of duty...Nothing strenuous, but just to make sure staff has a little help", Rob explained more.
"Fine", Cornell ignored turning to leave.
"What did you think of the group", Rob asked desperately getting Cornell's attention?
It was as if Rob was trying to interact with him on a personal level or maybe he was just over analyzing him. It seemed like it would have been pointless to try getting to know Rob and Cornell was partial to making friends. Not to seem like a dick, Cornell found himself, again, choosing his words carefully.
"It was cool. It would have been even better with coffee and doughnuts", Cornell joked.
"I'm hosting another meeting next week....strictly for veterans. It's all in the packet you got", Rob announced smiling at Cornell.
That was the second smile Cornell got from Rob. It was a delight to see his face light up and Cornell was honored to have caused it. Even more flattering was the fact that Rob was trying so hard to figure out when he was going to see him again.
"Cool....Saturday", Cornell reassured Rob as he stuck out his hand to make the date official by giving him skin contact, a tactic Cornell used when he was trying to throw mixed signals.
"Yeah, Saturday....And, Uh....the kitchen is looking for help all the time. Just talk with Dave....he goes by Green Mile. You'll know why when you see him", Rob informed taking a step back and walking towards the front office.
Cornell was left wondering if Robert was actually into him or just extremely friendly. Some of the guys in the meeting were kind of attractive, but Cornell took Robert's dismissal justifiable. He was married, but there was something about the way he looked at Cornell that caused his mind to wonder about his marriage and it made his dick jump.
"Gurl, where the fuck have you been", Juan heard pulling his phone from his ear?
He was awakened by his phone to an unknown number, but decided to answer it anyway. He quickly regretted answering it when he heard Peach's shrieking voice on the other end.
"I told you not to call me that shit", Juan growled rubbing his eyes.
He had finally gotten to a place where he could get a decent night sleep and not have to worry about the threats of sleeping on the streets and as he looked around the room he noticed he wasn't the only one asleep.
"Look Peaches, I can't talk right now....", Juan tried explaining.
"Fool, where are you at? O.G. got me the hook-up, nigga", Peaches announced.
"Naw, I'm layin' low for a while", Juan declared sitting up in his cot.
"Oh, boy! Don't tell me you had something to do with yo cop trick comin' up missin'", Peaches exposed?
Still half asleep, Juan wasn't really sure what Peaches had told him. He quickly got out of his cot and walked out, just as the other guy in the room began to stir. He made it out into the hallway outside his room before he began his inquiry.
"What the fuck you just say", Juan asked?
"Nigga, you don't watch the news? You don't read the news paper? Yo, trick is gone and motha-fuckas is sayin' yo ass had somethin' to do with it. But I know you betta than that shit", Peaches justified.
"When did this shit happen?"
"Two days ago! This shit is all ova the news, baby. They offerin' a reward and everything", Peaches proudly announced.
"You sure it was my trick?"
"They showin' his picture. And word on the street is Benny-B got somethin' to do with that shit. Boy, I told you to stop fuckin' with that `law."
Juan quickly recalled the hustler who served him in front of the convenient store that morning and wondered if that was Benny-B. He did have a weapon and he did ask about the cop he was with. If anything, it was just a coincidence, but Juan didn't want to take any chances.
"Look, I'm gonna call you back", Juan announced.
"Oh, and by the way, Ziggy lookin' fo yo ass, too. He say he want his money Romo. I don't know where yo ass at, but....uh, I ain't gonna keep makin' excuses fo yo ass", Peaches disclosed before disconnecting the call.
Juan knew Peaches was the queen of gossip, but any and everything that came out of his mouth was factual. If there was anything going on in the city Peaches knew about it, but no one knew exactly how he got his information, but she got it and usually he brought all of this useless information to Juan. This news was about him and Juan had to make sure it was accurate.
"The number you have dialed is not in service. Please, hang up and try your call again later", was the repeat answering service Juan got after trying to call his cop multiple times.
The situation was serious and there was a big possibility that the police would be looking for him. In that instant, Juan thought about all of the police movies and television shows. Now, he called the cop and if the police had his phone they were going to trace it and try to contact Juan or maybe even label him a priority suspect. Juan wasn't going to get any sleep that night, but knew he was in the right spot to lay low for the time being.
All the bright lights in Ziggy's house were turned off and the only illumination were dim night lights plugged into the wall outlets and random electric candles. Soft Hip Hop and R&B poured out of speakers he'd wired into every room in his house. He'd brought extra towels for the occasions and bowls of condoms of all sizes were everywhere.
A thin layer of smoke hung in the air like an apparition. The smell of weed, lubricant, and cologne all mix together to create a scent that became an aphrodisiac once the moans in sexual agony resounded. With glazed, red eyes, naked men searched the shadows of each room looking for bodies and touching body parts that didn't belong to them, but had their potentials. All these cholos, thugs, and gangsters became phantoms once they reach the threshold and indulge in the sensual side of men.
Ziggy hired a few of his friends to work the rooms that night. He had a qualified bartender who worked at one of the hottest clubs in Houston to mix basic drinks for his patrons. His muscle was a 240 pound ex pro- football player and personal trainer to keep the peace. He even had some of his gay, porn-star acquaintances to come in and dance. At 20 dollars a person, eventually, the party would pay for itself in a matter of hours.
Guys from all over the city made their way to this event every time Ziggy hosted it. These guys were the DL thug types and the in-the-closet, college pretty boys and they all had one thing in common. They were freaky and wanted to go to a place were they could get nasty and not be judged for it. What made this setting the more interesting were the occasional, familiar faces of the street thugs that knew each other.
"Yo, where's ya boy at", one of the guest asked Ziggy taking a long sip of Brandy?
"That motha-fucka gone", Ziggy replied taking a drink himself.
"Damn, I was looking forward to gettin' some of that ass tonight", he admitted.
Ziggy had taken his mind off of Cornell, but every now and then there was someone to remind him of his short coming.
"I moved on from that shit", Ziggy announced proudly.
"So, you a free agent", he asked touching the cross tattoo on Ziggy's massive chest?
"Yeah, so what's up", Ziggy asked?
Ziggy had been looking for someone to fill the void Cornell had left in his life, but didn't trust any of the sloven opportunist. Ziggy had the body, the money, and the looks it seemed all of the conniving sluts wanted, but Ziggy had an unspoken connection to one man. It was the type of bond he knew he'd never find with those kind of guys, so he did what he always did to them.
"Let's see if you got what it takes", Ziggy muttered grabbing the guy by the neck.
In another swift movement, the boys towel fell to the floor around his Jordan's. Though the kid had the body of a man, everything about the guy screamed he had the ambitions of someone his age, but still had the vitality, mindset, and sex drive of a teenager. These were the qualities Ziggy looked for in an awesome fuck.
Even though Ziggy hosted these sex parties, he rarely indulged in the events of the night, so he was commonly seen walking around fully clothed. Having to keep close eye on his house, he would simply lurk to make sure everything was going smoothly. Since Cornell was gone, he felt a reckless attitude towards life and pushed his cognitive actions out of his mind and started in on impulse.
Still holding the guy by the neck, Ziggy pushed him to the middle of a guest bedroom where five guys were all partaking in the beginning stages of foreplay. Their attentions were quickly turned to the gorgeous boy in the center of the room submitting to an older, bodybuilder who they knew was going to either leave the boy in tears or pleading for mercy. No matter what the out come, he was going to be the party and everyone was going to have their fun with the `designated bottom'.
Situations like that didn't happen too often to where there were more tops' at a party than bottoms' and usually when that happened, once a guy bends over for one, he finds himself in the center of a gang-bang.
Ziggy pushed his gray sweatpants down to his thighs while pushing the designated to his knees. The boy didn't need instruction to open his mouth and swallow Ziggy's swollen, 9 inch dick down his throat. Deep-throating massive dicks was his claim to fame, but only if he had control.
Ziggy grabbed the back of the boy's head and squeezed his entire length down his neck, causing him to burst into tears and choke. The pretty, young college boy tried protesting, but Ziggy didn't know his own strength and expected absolute compliance when it came to anyone wanting his sex.
"You thought you could handle it", Ziggy announced letting the kid breathe.
A multitude of on lookers had gathered around to watch the live show. They antagonized the young boy to keep going, not for the integrity of his pride, but for the simple pleasure of seeing him submit to not only Ziggy, but them as well.
To prevent any more damage to his pride, the boy grabbed hold of Ziggy's waist and began sucking his dick for all he was worth. Ziggy thought it was pathetic, but got off watching how much his friends and his guest were enjoying it. He had managed to find the cutest guy at the party and bring him to his knees in seconds. Now the sexy, light-skinned muscle bottom was in the middle of a live porno, with one goal in mind.
Ziggy signaled for his friend to join in on the action. He was another rough, thug he'd met while locked up. They never fooled around with each other, but often shared bitches and that included women. He knew exactly what to do. It was a game of `good cop, bad cop' they played to keep the target from tapping out and with an 11 inch weapon, the good cop didn't have to do much to get the kid to feel he owed him a favor.
"Ziggy, you gone kill the pretty ass motha-fucka....This how you supposed to fuck a fine ass bitch like this", his friend declared pushing the boy on his hands and knees.
Ziggy pulled out of the boy's mouth and his dick found a new home in somebody else's. The guy didn't back down from Ziggy's aggressive dance either. He worked his head just as powerful as Ziggy's thrusts and enjoyed every inch.
His friend got half-way inside the boy before he tried getting away, but was stopped by a dark-skinned Jamaican with the body of a toy, action figure. The boy had gotten into a situation he couldn't get out of. Either he would walk out of the place with his head held low or he would suck it up and suck these men up and he chose the latter.
The boy grabbed the Jamaican's uncut pipe and swallowed as much as he could just as all eleven inches hit rock bottom in his stretched, tight asshole. As much as he wanted the give up, he knew Ziggy was watching and had something to prove. Little did he know, he was auditioning to be one of Ziggy's newest money makers.
Over the course of an hour, the boy was fucked a total of eight times and in variety of athletic positions. After it was all over, Ziggy pushed the kid on the floor and shot ropes of boiling hot semen all over the boys face. Like a chain reaction, four other guys took stage standing over the boy and covered his face with cum.
"Drink that shit, you nasty bitch", Ziggy ordered as the boy licked his lips in obedience.
As Ziggy turned and walked out of the room, he could hear a couple of guys laughing. The boy started crying the moment Ziggy turned his back and he knew why. His cries fell on deaf ears and Ziggy didn't feel anything. He had turned the boy into a slut, and every time Ziggy hosted a party, the new designated would take his position as the bottom bitch. He didn't just do it for the money, but more so to be in Ziggy's graces.