Brothers like Us By Lawrence Michael Martell
CHAPTER 13
Okay my brothers by now you have got to know that there are some things that I can't let go and that shit...yes, shit. That happened at Sean's just bothered me to no end. I mean, I can understand the police doing their jobs and before I go on, there are many good cops out there trying to do their duty and are doing it well. It's just that small percent that are bad and asses and make it rough for the others.
The problems I had with The Detective were that it was very obvious that he was homo-phobic....okay, someone is going to say that most of the world is and that maybe true but a lot those people still do their job and keep their opinions to themselves. Second, The Detective instigated a fight with the boyfriend of the brother of the dead rapist's victim. And all this combined with the fact that the same detective is investigating the killing of Silk Mitchell makes this all more disturbing and troubling. So what did I do? I made another call to the warrant division and Sgt. Theresa Long. When I told her about Detective Montgomery she quickly shushed me and told me that she would be at my place within the hour.
Theresa Long and I had been friends for many years. We met at a Gay Brothers & Sisters meeting, it's a group of African American Gays and Lesbians who meet to support, socialize and even network together. Theresa is a gorgeous woman in her early thirties with honey brown skin and braided hair. She is a voluptuous woman, though she is quick to say she's large. She has a wonderful personality, a beautiful smile, and she was a dear friend and one of a few women friends that I actually have. Theresa is in a long term relationship with another beautiful woman by the name of Bernadette.
When Theresa walked in wearing her uniform and kissed my cheek. I fixed her a glass of her favorite drink, iced water with a bit of lemon and a pack of Equal sweetener.
"Whatcha wanna know about Detective Montgomery?" She asked.
"What's his problem?" I asked.
Theresa sipped her water and then leaned forward to speak to me. "Is this on that article that you are working on?"
"No. What sup Theresa?"
"Eric....if this gets back that I told you. My career could be over."
I was intrigued. "No one will ever know. What's up?"
"Detective Montgomery is being investigated by Internal Affairs."
"Really? Why?"
"It started out pretty standard. There were some complaints about excessive force and inappropriate conduct pertaining to an investigation/interrogation." She said.
I nodded." I'm not surprised."
"Cecil was once a good cop. A great cop." Weren't they all?
"So what happened to this 'great' cop?" I asked.
Theresa sighed. "Being a cop is not filled with glamour and glory and there is no money for the danger and that's for anyone in law enforcement. I mean even deputies, jailers, correctional officers...and sometimes the need for money tempts a cop to cross the line."
I had to ask. "Theresa? Have you ever...Have you ever crossed that line?"
She looked down at her polished shoes and sighed. "I never crossed the line," she looked up slowly. "But I was tempted on more than one occasion."
Wow. Theresa is one of the best people and cops that I have ever known and the fact that she admitted to being tempted to cross that line was something. "What's the deal with Det. Montgomery?"
"Eric...while they were investigating Montgomery on the other stuff they found out that he had been involved with a drug dealer...small time drug dealer. They have been looking into this when something happened."
"What?" I was at the edge of my seat.
"The drug dealer was recently killed in a violent shooting."
What? "What?"
"Yep. When you called and were asking about the Ashley..."
"God Damn, Theresa! Was the drug dealer killed during the shooting at the Ashley?"
Theresa nodded her head. She reached into her uniform pants pocket and pulled out a slip of paper. "The man's name was Jamar Randall."
"Wow...Theresa, this is something. So Det. Montgomery and this Jamar Randall were dealing drugs together or what?"
"Word is that Montgomery was one of Jamar's enforcers and I think he was supposed to be at the Ashley that night."
"Do they think that Montgomery had something to do with the shootings?"
Theresa stood up, paced the floor as she sipped her water. "While they had him under investigation they were tracking and tapping him." Theresa sipped her water. "He had called in sick for work the evening of the night of the shooting. Then five hours before it happens he shows up. Sniffling and saying that he could work the desk and there he sat working the desk until his shift ended..."
"The perfect alibi." I replied.
"I.A. is pissed. With Jamar and his associates dead they have no real proof of Montgomery's involvement with anything that would stick."
An idea hit me. "Theresa, is that why city hall and everyone has been running crazy?"
She nodded. "This was just the tip of the iceberg that city hall and the state felt was a major drug ring and now it's all up in smoke."
"Could he be the one who killed them? Did he set it up?"
"That's something we will never know. I.A has hit a brick wall."
The police may have hit a brick wall but I was about to blow it down. I was going to get to the bottom of all this.
After talking with Theresa about the errant Det. Montgomery, I picked up the phone and gave Jamal a call. I was concerned about him, lately he had been acting kind of odd, especially after I had asked him why he was not pursuing the situation with Brett's cheating with his father. The only response that I got was that things would work out and then he all but begged me not to say anything to his father about Brett cheating or the pictures or the website. I agreed to his wishes though I hated keeping another secret from Mo-Mo and I was curious about the change of heart with Jamal. There was another change that I had not noticed and it concerned Brett. Suddenly Brett was a swaggering, cocky and down right rude brotha at times. I would call to check on and talk to Jamal and if I was unable to get Jamal I had to listen to a long diatribe. There were times when I would swear that Brett was drunk, high or both. Jamal was becoming a bit withdrawn and that concerned me. On one occasion I mentioned that I was going to call his father and let him know that something was going on but Jamal became so insistent and upset that I not that I, despite my better judgment, didn't call Mo-Mo. My mind started running through what was going on with this kid, who was pretty outgoing and straight forward and now he was withdrawn. Could it be drugs? Could it be alcohol? I couldn't put my finger on it and it bothering me that I was keeping secrets and important information about Jamal from Mo and the more it was on my mind the more it bothered me and let me tell you I had some pretty hellified bad dreams about all this. I did finally confide in Jermaine, who said that he would be with me and support whatever I chose to do but that it was my decision to make.
Jamal answered the phone, much to my relief, but he sounded tired and when I asked what was wrong he just ducked and dodged the question saying that he was really tired and that Brett was out and he was going to catch up on some sleep. He hung up the phone and another thought jumped into my head and as stereotypical as it is I couldn't help it. Sexual molestation? Could Brett be molesting Mo-Mo's son? No! Brett was a lot of things in my book to a child molester? Something was going on and I was going to get to the bottom of it and if Mr. Jamal wasn't going to tell me what's up then there would be no choice I'd have to tell his father.
I was sitting at my computer listening to some India.Arie on the media player when Dre came home. Lately Dre had been keeping some busy hours between work and going out and having "company" at all hours. Currently he'd been hitting it and kicking it with this girl named Ferris, I called her Ferret. I mean sister has body but her grill is messed up. I mean serious teeth problems making her look like...well, like a ferret. But she was freak according to Dre and that when she's chewing on his dick he can't feel those teeth but he did say he doesn't kiss her and that when he talks to her he tries not to look in her face for fear of seeing those teeth. The sexual activity had picked up lately in Dre's bedroom to the point where there were times that I had to turn up the TV or radio to drown out all the sexy noises or on more than one occasion all that sexy noise sent me running, hot and horny, over to Jermaine's. Complaining about it would have went against the promise we had made years ago about staying out of each others sex life and I know there have been more than one time when Jermaine and I had made our own sexy noises in my room.
Dre went to his room to change and go to the gym, something I had been neglecting lately and I promised Dre I would be back in workout action full swing next week. I returned to the computer and decided I would check the mountain of email I was sure I had and I did but there was one that got my eye. It was from screen name URMAINEMAN...yep, my boo, Jermaine's screen name. I opened the email and was greeted by a beautiful bouquet of virtual roses with Boyz II Men's "I'll Make Love to You" playing. As I read the message I felt tears in my eyes and a lump in my throat. It read: "I sent these just because every time I think of you I smile. I luv u baby E." Yep, I was full blown smiling and crying. I signed off and I called his cell phone not thinking that he was still at work. He was in the middle of a conference and then he asked me to hold on a second. I was sure I was going to be asked to call back later. He came back on and was on his way to his office. He said he had told them that it was an important call and that put a bigger smile on my face.
"I would have called you back." I said.
"No. You are a bit more important than what we were discussing. Besides I was expecting your call. You got my email."
I was smiling like a fool in love. "Yes. It was very sweet."
"Well, I meant every word of it. You make me smile every time I think of you. Just like I'm smiling now."
Lord! What did I do to deserve this man?
"As a matter of fact...tonight, I want us to get together and have a nice romantic dinner and make love by candlelight all night long."
Oh shit! That was too much. "Oh Jermaine," I sighed like some love struck white woman.
"I want to kiss those lips. I want to taste that body. I want to make love to you long and strong."
Oh yeah. That made my juices really start going. He knew how to work me. His sexy voice with all this sexy talk was turning the heat up and my body responded.
"I'm gonna take of all your clothes...have you naked on the floor of the bedroom. I'm gonna start with those sexy ass lips. I'm gonna kiss them long and hard. Let my tongue work the inside and around the out."
I hissed. He learned that I loved to kiss and the longer then better. Not a sloppy nasty kiss like you see in the porno flicks but soft, passionate and sexy.
"Then I'm gonna lick that spot under your ear and suck those lobes."
Grrrrrrr! I growled. That was a hot spot that made my toes clear and gives me grief every time I go to my barber, Ramone. Whenever he cuts around my ear he always grabs my ear and folds it out of the way as he cuts and it sends volts through. I think he is trying to figure me out but I never let on.
"You like that?" Jermaine asked in his sexy deep voice.
"Yeah..." I sighed. I loved it.
"How about when I'm sucking those nipples?"
Damn....my nipples immediately got hard and before long I was touching them through my shirt and I was going crazy.
"You like that?" I could hear that Jermaine was getting excited. I know that tone well.
"Yes baby." I said in that soft sexy voice that I knew gets him started.
I heard him grunt just a bit. "You know the next spot." Jermaine said.
Yes, lord I did and it has been one of my favorites since we discovered it. One night while we were just laying around with our shirts off Jermaine, who had been laying his head on my belly, began playing with my belly button and for some reason it excited me and that had never happened to me before. As I enjoyed it, he began licking my belly button and sticking his tongue in it and before I knew it...before long...yes, I blew a big nut. It was incredible and I loved it.
I moaned as he told me what he was doing to my belly button and I had to fight from nutting.
"After I finish that I'm going between those thighs and spreading those legs and go right between them and nibble on the inside of those thighs."
I dropped the phone. That is one of THE spots. You nibble the inside of my thighs and it is just about over.
"Yes...yes...nibble it...nibble it..." I sighed as I picked up the phone. I had to get my dick out of my pants. It was sticky and slick with precum and I was ready to pop.
"Yeah," Jermaine said, "I'm gonna nibble it, lick it and bite it."
I was stroking my angry dick now as Jermaine went on.
"I'm wetting my finger..."
I knew what that meant.
"I'm playing with your hole."
Damn. My back arched as I worked my dick. I could feel his finger in my ass. My breath was ragged and I was sweating like a pig. I wanted to get naked but I didn't want to put down the phone and interrupt the flow that I was feeling.
"Baby?" Jermaine said softly. "May I lick your ass?"
He didn't need to ask. "Yessssss." I hissed.
"Spread your legs baby." He ordered. "And let me in."
I spread my legs and my dick throbbed. Jermaine began slurping on the phone and it sent shockwaves through me. I could feel his sexy tongue working my ass and it was so real. I was moaning and groaning and squirming.
"Is it wet and ready?" Jermaine asked.
"Yes," I panted.
"I'm gonna slip it in." He said.
"Yes...yes...put that big 8 in me." I could feel his 8 inch dick, thick and cut, going into my hole slowly. Filling me up and I bit my lower lip as I stroked harder and harder.
"Yeah...Yeah...I'm in that tight ass." Jermaine said. "OOH it's good. SO GOOD."
"YEAH! DO ME BABY...WORK THAT ASS....YES...YES..."
"OH YES...OOOH FLEX THAT ASS...TIGHTEN THOSE CHEEKS....YEAH! YEAH!"
"YEAH...I'M GRABBIN YOUR BALLS..."
"SHIT! SHIT! YEAH...YEAH!"
"ROCK THIS ASS...ROCK ME BABY...ROCK ME ALLNIGHT LONG."
We were huffing n puffing on the phone and we were both ready to let it go. Jermaine was making all those stammering sounds he makes when he's ready to nut and I was about the break the chair I was in as I was squirming trying to get my own out.
"BABY! BABY!" Jermaine called out. "I'M GONNA...I'M GONNA..."
"SHIT! YEAH...ME...ME....AHHHHH! AHHHHH!"
"OOOOOOOH DAAAAAAAAMN!"
Right there over the phone we exploded. I know that it's easy to fake a phone sex nut but I knew that he had hit it and he knew I had hit it.
We talked a few seconds more and then we got off the phone. I went to the bathroom to clean up and I couldn't wait until tonight.
Andre arrived at Goodbody's Gym. He flirted, as he always did, with Stephanie G at the front desk. She was a fine sister that he wouldn't mind getting with but he didn't want to have to deal with Kenny G over here. It was well known that Kenny G was crazy over brothers hitting on his daughter. He was beginning is usual warm up and scanning the gym. It wasn't crowded at this part of the day. There were about twelve people in the entire play working out. He liked coming here when it wasn't too crowded it made it easier to get to the weights you wanted to use and you could take your time and not feel rushed. He had been working out steadily since high school and especially through college keeping his body as tight as he could. The women liked a tight and sexy body and they had always flocked to him where ever he was and no matter whom he was with and they would always find some reason or excuse to touch him. They would coo over the size of his arms or touch his chest while dancing with him and comment on how it felt. They were always trying to get a feel on the slick-n-sly while trying to pretend to be ladies. Shit them bitches wanted to freak just like the brothers wanted to freak and freak them. Some of them wrote checks that their pussies could cash when he whipped out "The Hard 9" and laid it down. More than one chick tried to back out of the deal but it was too late. They wanted the dick and they got it and like his grandfather and namesake, Levester, would say. "Careful for whatcha yo ass wishes fo."
Andre had been working out for about fifteen minutes and had stopped to take a brief break. He pulled off his shirt and examined his body in the mirror wall. Yeah...the body was tight. The six pack was kicking, the chest was online and pumping and the arms were blazin and amazin. He checked out his entire upper body, which he had been working on and he was pleased and so was the brother, who had been working out next to him and been peeping his body on the slick-n-sly as well. Normally Andre would have told brother where to go and what to do when he got there but there was something thrilling and exciting about this brother checking him out on the slick-n-sly and if the brother wanted to check him out he would give him a show to check out. Andre began by flexing his chest. He made his pecs jump and jiggle and pumped them up nice and tight. He then struck a pose in the mirror wall and flexed his body so that his washboard abs flexed and pulled tight. The brother was mesmerized at the sight and Andre kept right on showing. He flexed his biceps and then his triceps followed by his deltoids. He lazily and sensually ran his hands across his chest and down to his abs and he could tell that the brother was lost in what he was seeing and wanted to do more than watch, he wanted to touch. Andre was feeling a weird, thrilling sensation as he was giving this brother, a stranger, a show in the gym. It was wonderful, exciting and off the damn hook. This must be what the strippers and the porn stars feel and experience when they perform. Whatever it was he liked it and as he did a few stretching exercises he decided he would do one more thing, a real showstopper. Slowly Andre turned around in the brother's direction but careful not to look at him. He then flexed his back and turned to check it out in the mirror wall or so it seemed but what he was doing was giving the brother a good look at what he really wanted to see and when Andre noticed where the brother's eyes went in the mirror wall he smiled. Yep, he thought, even soft "The Hard 9" was still impressive. Andre let his hand run down his abs and briefly brush against his crotch to jiggle his dick and when brother's jaw dropped and his mouth started working and drooling, Andre concluded the show and went back to his workout.
Andre had worked out for an hour and was now in the steam room alone laying on one of the benches with a towel covering his lower body. The steam and heat relaxed his body and Andre drifted off to a light sleep. The door of the steam room opened and Andre opened his eyes but didn't move. He was aware that who ever had come in was checking him out and was probably unsure if Andre was either awake or asleep but he never moved into Andre's view. Andre closed his eyes and decided he would just ignore the guest but as he lay there he could not help but feel that he was being watched and he figured that it had to have been the brother from earlier, after all he was still there when Andre decided to hit the steam room. Did the brother want another show? Well, he could do that. Andre made a deep breathing sound as if he were asleep and let his hand rub across his chest and abs. The brother in the steam room sat down on the bench across from Andre but out of his view. Andre could hear the brother breathing a bit hard and smiled. It sent a thrill through him and as he rubbed his chest his own nipples started getting hard and his body began to tingle. He brought his other hand up and let it rest and lazily rub across his abs. He let out a few well placed deep sighing breaths and when he heard the brother in the steam room sigh he knew he had him. This was just too much. It was off the chain, he thought. Hell he missed his calling; he should have been a stripper or a porn star, shit. But as Andre was giving the brother in the steam room a show his own body became awake with all the excitement of what was going on and soon his dick was getting hard forming a definite and pronounced bulge under the towel. The brother in the steam room noticed that and was breathing heavy and it sounded like he was squirming in his seat. Andre let the hand, which was rubbing his abs; gently push the towel down to where the public hair could be seen but not the dick. He continued to caress his own nipples and the more he did this the more he got excited and lost in the feeling of it all. He was feeling light headed with excitement and horny as hell. His dick twitched noticeably as he though about getting "The Hard 9" taken care of.
The brother in the steam room could take no more. This sexy ass motherfucker was turning him on and teasing him. He saw what was going on in the gym earlier when the other guy had stopped working out and this guy began his own little tease show. When he saw him go into the locker room area he thought the guy was leaving and since he wanted and needed a steam he thought it was a goodtime to go so it was a startling surprise to see him laying in the steam room with just a towel laying loosely over his crotch and though he knew it was wrong he could help but look at this sexy and beautiful man. When this show began he knew he was being worked like the other guy and he wasn't going to fall for it and he had a few tricks of his own. He sat out of view and made a few suggestive deep breathing noises and squirmed on the bench making this brother think he was getting to him and it worked because he kept the show going and as he could see it was getting to him but it was also getting to him. It had been way too long since he had sex and he had seen this guy before and he knew he was a sexy man and he had always wanted to touch his body...to feel his body. So when he stood up and walked over to where the brother was laying, he knew he was taking a risk but this guy had to know what he was doing and what the reaction would be and could be. Right or wrong he couldn't take it anymore. He stood over the brother, who had his eyes closed and had this sexy expression on his face and that was when he realized that he had gotten himself horny himself. Perhaps he would resist a little relief. He stood there looking down at the twitching bulge under the towel that was growing and growing and he just had to touch it. He would have to be prepared for anything when he did it but hell, he knew how to fight, and he had been trained very well. He squatted down and lightly at first touch the dick through the towel. It twitched and jerked and he looked at the brother laying there and his eyes didn't open. He lightly touched it again and then another time and when the brother didn't move or try to stop him he knew he had the all clear.
Andre was horny as fuck. His nipples were rock hard and his dick..."The Hard 9" was screaming to be helped out. He didn't notice that the brother in the steam room had moved and was now standing over him he was just too caught up in the moment. He felt something lightly touch his dick but he thought it was just the towel but then he felt it again and then another time and before he could open his eyes to react he felt a hand press against his dick and squeeze. AHHHH FUCK! He thought. It felt so damn good. The hand massaged and pressed again and Andre felt like his brain was going to explode. Shit! No man had every touched his dick, well, Eric did once when they were in college but they were measuring each others dicks at the time in some silly college competition but this was different and it wasn't like he hadn't had those damn dreams about another man touching him...well, one man in particular. Detective Julien Linton, who also was a member of Good body's. His dick twitched harder when he thought of Detective Linton and with this brother massaging his joint he knew he was going to blow a nut soon. Shit, damn the silly shit. Andre laid there and let the towel slip off of his body and he knew that startled the brother but not for long. He'd let the brother get a thrill and get him off and then he'd be out.
When the towel dropped to the floor and he was looking at that big, thick dick he knew what he had to do. He knelt down and licked it.
"OOOH DAMN." Andre moaned when he felt the hot tongue on his dick.
The brother smiled and licked it again and when it twitched he smiled once more and covered it with his mouth.
"GODDAMN!" Andre gasped as he felt his 9 inch dick go into this motherfucker's throat and it felt like he was swallowing his dick. No bitch had ever done that. He was doing good to get one to agree to let him put it in her mouth for even a second. He felt the brother's head going up and down on his dick and he could feel himself ready to nut and that never happened immediately either. This was just too freaking freaky but it was exciting and thrilling. Any minute someone could open the door and see him getting his joint worked and he didn't care as a matter of fact if someone opened the door now they could get a taste too. He was enjoying the blow job when he felt something tickle his nuts. What? Shit...it felt good...it tickled and it was sexy too. Before long his legs were shaking and his hips were bucking.
"YEAH! YEAH!" Andre moaned. "SUCK IT! SUCK THAT DICK!"
The brother went on without stopping. He couldn't believe he was doing this and the fact that he had been wanting too for so long and now it was happening...this was just too much. He was getting all excited himself and he started jacking his own dick too.
They moaned and groaned in the steam room both excited and ready to pop. Andre was going to lose his mind and he didn't care. This motherfucker on his joint was better than any girl he'd been with and he worked that dick like he knew something. The he felt it, that old familiar feeling.
"Shit! Yeah...Ahhhh...I'm gonna cum." Andre said with a groan.
"Yeah...yeah...cum on...cum on!" The brother said.
Andre gripped the brother's head and held it there. He was going to swallow all this. "AAHHHHHHHH FUCK! I'M...I'M...I'M CUMMMMING!"
Andre popped a nutt that sent hot cum down this brother's throat and the brother was taking it all. Andre had never cum that hard even when it had been a long spells between sexing. Not only did he cum hard...his body became super sensitive and he was twitching and jerking.
"AH...AH...I'M Cumming!" The Brother said and he shot a load all over himself.
They lay there in the steam room for a good three minutes neither one talking but both panting and breathing hard. Andre couldn't believe what had happened and how good it was. Shit! And the best thing was that he didn't know this cat. He would probably not see him again. Other than in the gym and he felt that this motherfucker would keep his mouth shut or else.
Andre got up first without speaking and left the steam room and when he walked into the locker room he was surprised to see the brother fully dressed. What the fuck? He was supposed to be in the steam room? What the hell was going on?
He waited another ten minutes, figuring that the coast would be clear to come out. He still couldn't believe what he did. That was it...no more Good body's for him. Then he thought better of that. He had no idea who he was even though he knew who he was and he wouldn't say anything. It was all cool. Grabbing his towel and wrapping around himself he headed out of the steam room. The locker room was empty and he breathe a sigh of relief. He went to his locker and opened it and just as he pulled out his clothes he felt someone behind him. He turned around and there was Andre with a total look of disbelief on his face.
"YOU!" Andre managed, "That was you?"
Detective Julien Linton nodded. "Yes, it was me."