BROTHERS LIKE US By Lawrence Michael Martell
Chapter 18
Shane and Sean were seated in the interrogation room of the detective's squad room. They were both in shock about the events that had taken place earlier that day. Sean still couldn't believe it. One minute they were on their way to the hospital to be there for Mo-Mo and the next thing they knew they were stopped by the police and in less than fifteen minutes Victor was dead. Sean turned to Shane who still seemed to be in a state of total shock. When Victor was shot and killed Shane fell silent and said very little and as Victor was taken away in the ambulance he broke down and sobbed and wailed. Sean had tried to console his twin brother but there was nothing he could do and that was the most helpless feeling he had felt since he was raped. As he sat in the room that they had put him in with the huge mirror on the end of the wall he couldn't help but wonder what was going to happen next.
Captain Gladys Brown and Lieutenant John Wayne "Duke" Dennis watched the two young men through the two way mirror along with Detective Julien Linton and Detective Sergeant Cecil Montgomery. Capt. Brown was a thirty year veteran of the police force and the first woman to head the homicide division. She was known as being tough but fair and able to get the job done. She was 60 years old and as each year drew closer to retirement she was more and more ready. Tall, matronly, handsome and gray haired no one crossed Captain Gladys Brown. Lieutenant John Wayne Duke' Dennis was the lieutenant in charge of the homicide squad. He stood 6'6" tall and weighed 300 solid pounds. He had a shaved bald head and the reason he was called Duke', which had nothing to do with the fact that his name was John Wayne but because he walked and at times sounded like the late star and for a black man it was odd to see sometimes. He liked the comparison and tried to live up to it.
"So tell me again what these two had to do with this, Sgt. Montgomery." Capt. Brown asked for the fifth time.
"They were just there ma'am. When the officers radioed in that they were stopping the subject..." Captain Brown raised her hand to stop him. She had heard that before and she knew the story well. Montgomery felt that it was a righteous shoot but this entire thing had a smell she didn't like. In her interrogation room is the victim of a rape and possible suspect in the murder of that rapist. The detective investigating the murder case is involved in a shooting that resulted in the death of another man, who has a connection to these two and the weapon that the victim had was supposedly used in the commission of a murder. Capt. Brown had been around too long, way to long and something about this just didn't sit right but she could see nothing wrong and on appearance it did seem like a legit shoot.
"So Cap," Dennis said, chewing a big wad of gum. "What are we going to do with these two?" Captain Brown scratched her chin. "Did they break the law?"
"No ma'am." Julien answered quickly, too quickly. He didn't like what he was feeling right now and what was going on disturbed him. He could see that Shane Jackson was in shock and was probably close to falling apart.
"Cut them loose then." She ordered. She turned to leave, stopped and turned back around. "See that they get home...safely." And she departed. Lt. Dennis nodded as she left and then he turned to Montgomery and Linton. "Okay, I don't know what happened out there but I expect reports on my desk before the close of business. Montgomery, you have desk duty."
"What?" Montgomery spat. "Why?" Lt. Dennis chewed his gum faster. "You just shot a man and considering your past situations I think you need to ride the desk until everything can be checked out."
"L.T! It was a righteous shoot." Montgomery declared.
"Then you have no worries." Dennis replied. "Do I need to remind you that it wasn't that long ago that I.A.B was all over your ass. Just sit tight. Everything will be okay." Dennis said as he smacked the gum in his mouth. He looked at Linton. "Julien, can you ride them home?"
"Sure, L.T." he replied.
"Aight, do that. Montgomery, start your report." Dennis ordered. Montgomery nodded and slowly left the room. Julien was about to follow him but Lt. Dennis stopped him. "I want to talk to you." Julien stayed behind as Lt. Dennis shut the door. He pulled up a chair and invited him to sit too.
"What's up L.T?" Julien asked.
"Julien, I've known you and your family for years. Your dad and I rode together for years. Hell, I remember when you were born. It was the proudest day of Frank's life."
"I know, sir."
"He was proud of you."
"I was proud of him."
"Julien..."Dennis smacked his gum. "Do you feel like this was a righteous shoot?"
"Sir?"
Dennis smiled. "Julien, you heard me."
"Yes sir. I don't know, I wasn't there when it..."
"Julien, you are Frank Linton's son and the one thing your father had was this sense of what was right and what was wrong. What felt right and what felt wrong. You have that Julien. So tell me what you think." Julien looked around as if to make sure that no one was around. This was his opportunity to let it out but if it got out, if it got back to Montgomery there could be tension and trouble. He looked into the interrogation room and saw Sean and Shane and the sadness on Shane's face and the concern on Sean's. These two have been through hell and they didn't deserve it, they didn't deserve this. He turned back to Lt. Dennis and he knew what his father would have wanted him to do.
"No." Julien said. "I don't think it was a righteous shoot but I don't see where anyone can prove otherwise." Dennis smiled ruefully. "I know." He rose to his feet and extended his hand to Julien, who shook it. "You made your dad proud again and me. Take these gents home will you and we'll talk some more."
When the door to the interrogation room opened both Sean and Shane looked up to see Det. Linton walk in. He wore a somber expression, Sean noted. He wanted to know what the hell was going on.
"I've come to drive you both home." He said.
"Drive us home?" Sean asked in disbelief. "Someone close to us has just been killed and you are here to take us home. And after keeping us here for hours?"
"I understand how you both must feel." Sean snapped. "You don't understand shit! A man was gunned down in the street like a goddamn dog and instead of you motherfuckers telling us what the fuck is going on you just stuff us in this goddamn room and tell us nothing." Julien stood and listened.
"This is fuckin' unbelievable. The man that my brother loved was savagely murdered by one of you motherfuckers..." Tears began to form in Sean's eyes. "This is so..." Shane's voice was small like an innocent child. So small that neither men heard him at first until he said it again. "Why?" Julien and Sean looked at him, Shane was still seated but as he looked up at them tears streamed down his face and his nose was running, his body trembled and yet he sounded very calm. Too calm.
"Why did they kill him?" Shane said. He wanted and answer and Julien knew it but what could he say?
"All I know is that it was just a routine traffic stop..."
"Routine?" Sean exploded. "The brother in New York was routine and look what happened to him, 44 bullets in his ass."
"The officer's said he had a gun." Julien tried to explain. `What were they supposed to do?" Sean shook his head. "There was no gun in that car when we left for the hospital."
"According to the officer it was under the seat." Julien said.
"And that was the reason he had to die?" Sean demanded.
"He fired first." Julien said. "He struck an officer." Sean laughed harshly. "I can't believe this. Victor is killed and you are blaming him for it? You motherfuckers are out of control. When I get raped and the rapist is murdered you clowns come suspecting me and my friends and family and now Victor is gunned down and you still don't want to acknowledge what you guys did it...it's all your fault."
"I still want to know why." Shane said. He rose to his feet and walked towards Julien with tears in his red eyes. "Why did they kill my Victor?" Julien had no answer and the last thing he wanted to do was get into a conversation about who was responsible. He took Shane's hand and squeezed it, answering as truthfully as he could. "I don't know." Shane turned to his brother. "We have to go. I have to get to the hospital...there is so much to do and prepare."
"Please let me drive you both, it's the least I can do." Julien said. Sean turned on Julien. "If you want to do something, tell us what the fuck happened and if you can't do that...leave us the hell alone." Julien stood in silent understanding as both Sean and Shane walked passed him. He would find out what happened, why it happened because he had an idea about who was responsible and he would get him.
Mohammed sat next to his son's hospital bed, holding his hand which felt warm. Jamal looked like he did when he was a baby. He was sound asleep and any minute now Mohammed knew that he would wake up with that morning sleepy smile he had, kiss his cheek and say good morning. He just couldn't believe this was happening. He held on to his hand tightly trying to keep the tears out of his eyes. He wanted his son to wake up. He wanted him to speak; he wanted him to be okay. How could Allah do this to him? How could he bring this beautiful boy into his life and then take him away from him? NO! Jamal wasn't gone...not yet...not now...he had to remain positive. The doctor said that there was a good chance that Jamal would be okay but it all depended on Jamal. He kissed Jamal's hand and wiped his hand across his face.
"My beautiful, beautiful baby boy." Mohammed said to himself. He became aware of Teena's sobs behind him. He turned and saw her standing against the wall by the door; her arms wrapped around her body her tears streaking her makeup. She looked pitiful, she looked vulnerable, and she looked like a mother afraid and scared and all alone. He rose to his feet and went to her. He offered her the seat where he sat but she tensed up.
"No...No...I can't...I can't sit there." Teena cried.
"It's okay." Mohammed encouraged.
"Mohammed....my baby..." She sobbed, "Our baby....OH GOD!" Teena collapsed in Mohammed's arms and he held her as she gave way to body racking sobs. He held her tight and rocked her slowly.
"Everything will be okay." Mohammed said as he held her tight in his arms. Teena looked up into Mohammed's face looking hopeful. "Are you sure?" Mohammed smiled. "Yes, Jamal is our son. He comes from strong stock. He'll make it." Teena slowly moved to the chair that Mohammed had offered her. She sat in it and took her son's hand. She kissed his hand, his wrist and placed his hand against her cheek. She cried and prayed but she never let his hand go. Mohammed squatted down next to her and held her hand and Jamal's in his and he held their hands tight as he prayed to himself that his son would recover and that everything would be alright. He never really believed in miracles but he certainly wanted one right now.
"Mohammed," Teena said looking at the father of her son. "Can I ask you something?" Mohammed smiled. "Sure."
"Do you think I'm a good mother?" Mohammed had not expected to hear that. Did he think she was a good mother? What do you tell a woman who was holding the hand of her son, who was in a coma? Do you tell her the truth or a lie? He had problems with parenting skills but was this the time to bring that up?
"Teena, we're not perfect as parents." Mohammed replied. Teena shook her head slowly. She looked at her son. "He thinks you are." Mohammed looked down at his son and back at Teena. "I don't think Jamal thinks..." Teena got to her feet and walked to the window. She stared out at the city street below. It was getting late in the day, it was rush hour.
"Mohammed," Teena said looking out of the window still. "The most wonderful day in my life was the day Jamal was born." Mohammed joined Teena at the window. "Mine too." She turned and smiled at him. "I know. There is something else I know."
"What?"
"You're gay." Mohammed was speechless. He didn't know what to say. His first response was to lie about it but what was the use of lying, he had nothing to lie about since it was true.
"You wondering how I found out?" Teena asked.
"Yes but it doesn't matter." Mohammed lied.
"Jamal told me. He told me awhile ago." Mohammed looked back at his son. "Really." Teena turned Mohammed's head back towards her. "I asked him about it one night and he told me. It's all your fault."
"What?"
"You always raised him to tell the truth." Teena said with a smile.
"I know." Mohammed replied with a warm smile. "So why didn't you..."
"Why didn't I ever say anything? I started to. I started to cuss your ass out and keep Jamal away from you but I realized something."
"What?"
"I realized that you loved Jamal and Jamal loves you and that without you, he would be nothing. That his life would be different...it would be worse." Mohammed placed his hands on Teena's shoulders in support. "Teena, he has you and you are..."
"Not the mother he needs." Teena said walking away from the window and going back to her son. "I'm not the mother any of my children need. I've got problems Mohammed. Big problems...major problems."
"Teena what are you..."
"Mohammed, I know in my heart that Jamal will be okay and I know that if I want my son to have a better life that he can't live with me."
"Teena..."
"Mohammed, I want you to take full custody of Jamal."
"Teena...I..."
"I will sign anything...see any judge."
"Wait...Teena will you please listen to me." Teena was fighting the tears. "Please Mohammed...don't fight me on this. I'm admitting to you that...that I am not the best parent for our son."
"Teena...listen to me...you have problems we all do but that doesn't mean..."
"Mohammed...pleases will you let me do this. Will you stop trying to be so goddamn nice and understanding and say that you will take care of your son." Mohammed smiled sadly. "Okay, I will take care of OUR son." Teena wiped her eyes and smiled. "I'm gonna hold you to that Mohammed Moyenda and if you don't...I'm gonna kick your football wrestling ass." Mohammed smiled. "Yes, ma'am."
"One thing though."
"Yeah, what?"
"This Brett person that you are living with, Jamal doesn't like him." Mohammed nodded his head. Teena smiled.
"I never could see you with a model but that brother out there...the light skinned brother."
"Sonny?" Mohammed asked.
"Yeah...now he's the type of brother for you." Mohammed couldn't help smile. "So you matchmaking now? Can I say something?" Teena nodded. "That brother you came here with is not for you. He's bad for you."
"I know."
"So if you know then why are you with his ass?" Mohammed asked. Teena's expression was sad. "Cause I can't be alone. I have to have a man in my life and a no good man is better than no man. Besides the man I wants doesn't want me...or any other woman." Mohammed took her hand. She deserved better. She'd had a rough life, he only hoped that she could find the happiness that she seeked and deserved.
Jermaine and I were sitting in the hospital lobby talking to Sonny born Sionne and learning a great deal about him and liking him a great deal. Sonny had no problem discussing the fact that he was gay nor did he hide the fact that he wanted to have Mo Mo in his life but that he knew that there was some unfinished business between Mo-Mo and Brett. We learned that he had a teenaged son, who was also gay and that just blew my mind, a gay father and son. Sonny was charming, funny and sensitive and caring.
"I can imagine what he's going through." Sonny had said when Mo-Mo and Teena had left to see Jamal. "I would be beside myself if anything happened to my son." The conversation continued and was going so well that I didn't notice neither Shane nor Sean enter until I heard them talking to the nurse. I looked up, where had they been? I excused myself and went to the nurses' station.
"Well, better late than never." I said. "Where have you two been?" The looks on both of their faces concerned me. Something didn't feel right.
"What's wrong?" I asked.
"Something happened." Sean began. I looked to Shane, who looked almost catatonic. I turned my attention back to Sean. "What happened?" Sean gripped Shane's hand. "I don't know how to tell you this so I guess I will just have to say it..."
"Victor's dead." Shane said beating Sean to it. I was stunned. I didn't really care for Victor but ever since Sean had been raped he had been wonderful. He had taken care of Shane and Sean and I was starting to see a different side of him. I couldn't believe what I had heard. Jermaine and Sonny came over and when I told Jermaine what had happened he showed genuine concern. Sonny, who didn't know Victor, remained silent and tried not to be in the middle of this.
"What happened?" I asked.
"He was shot by the police," Sean said. "A few blocks from here."
"OHMYGOD!" I gasped. "That must have been the traffic that we ran into coming here." They both nodded their heads. Then they told us the entire story. About how the cops had stopped Victor's SUV and how they had got out of the SUV while Victor stayed inside and as they were taken back to the patrol car all hell had broken loose and when it was over Victor was dead. Shot and killed by Det. Sgt. Montgomery, the same cop that had insulted all of us at Sean's welcome home party. Sean explained how they were taken to the police station and placed in the interrogation room with no one telling them a thing. It was a terrible experience.
"Well, where is Victor now?" I asked.
"They brought him here." Sean said. I looked at Shane and I wanted to hold him. I knew that he loved Victor with all his heart, even while Victor was in prison. They had gotten back together and Shane was happy and now it was taken away so brutally.
"There is so much to do." Shane said but his voice sounded so far away and lost. "I don't know where to begin."
"We'll help you." I said. Shane smiled at me and gave me a hug. He held me tight and didn't let me go for awhile.
"How is Mo-Mo?" Shane asked. That startled me back into remembering what we were here for.
"He and Teena just went in. They're doing as well as can be expected." I said. I noticed Sonny and remembered my manners. "Oh...this is Sonny DeVine. He is a wrestler with Mo-Mo. He came down with him." Sonny shook both of their hands and expressed his condolences. We stayed with Sean and Shane as they got the information they needed about claiming Victor's body and making arrangements for his funeral. Once the authorities were finished with their investigation they could get his body and begin burial arrangements.
"Oh God," Shane exclaimed. "I have to notify his family and I don't know all if any of them." Sean took his hand again. "We'll check Victor's stuff when we get home. Do you know how to contact Errol?" Sean asked. "Maybe he can help?"
"Yeah...I forgot about him. He was very close to Victor, we have to tell him." Shane said. He looked like he was ready to collapse but he was trying to stay strong for his brother and for us. He didn't want us to be worried about him. That was just the way Shane was.
"How's Mo-Mo?" Sean asked. I was about to answer when Mo-Mo and Teena appeared down the hallway. They stopped before they got to us. They hugged and Teena went back to her man and Mo-Mo came to us. Everyone wanted to know how Jamal was doing.
"No change but the doctor is very optimistic." Mo-Mo said. He reached out and took my hand and turned around to the rest. "I'm glad you all came down. It means a lot to me."
"Hey, we are there for you like you are there for us." I said. "And Shane needs you know." Shane gave me a look that said that he didn't want Mo-Mo to know about this now. But I didn't care.
"What's going on?" He asked.
"Nothing Mo-Mo. You need to take care of your family." Shane said.
"Well that includes you and Sean. What's going on?" Mo-Mo demanded. Sean spoke up. "Victor is dead."
"What? When?"
"It happened this afternoon." Shane said.
"He was shot by the police." Sean added.
"Man, that's terrible." Mo-Mo said giving Shane a hug.
"Thanks Mo-Mo." Shane answered back.
"Is there anything that we can do?" Mo-Mo asked as he absently reached out and took Sonny's hand. Shane forced a smile. "Just pray. Just pray." And right then and there in the hospital lobby we all prayed. We prayed for Victor, we prayed for Jamal. We prayed for Shane and Sean and we prayed for our friendship and brotherhood.
The word of Lt. Dennis still rang in Julien's head. He was Frank Linton's son and Frank Linton was one of the best detectives on the police force and he could tell when something wasn't right. When something was a crock of shit and stunk to high heaven. Something about this was a crock of shit and stunk to heaven. Something wasn't right about the entire situation. Julien Linton was at his home going over everything that happened. According to Cecil, Victor Du Bois had a gun, the same gun that killed Silk Mitchell but that wasn't right. Ballistics said that Silk Mitchell was killed with two shotgun slugs that didn't mean that Victor did the shooting. Witnesses did say they saw two men running from the house. Okay, so maybe Victor and another person went to Mitchell's house and the other person could have killed Mitchell. The weapon would be of no consequence at any rate. An officer was shot and Cecil could explain away the discrepancy. Okay, so why would Cecil Montgomery kill Victor Du Bois? What was his motive? Julien thought back to the night at the Jackson home. Something about it was too confrontational...too personal. Something was going on and he was going to find out. Wow! He just realized that he had decided in his mind that Cecil Montgomery...his partner...a fellow cop was guilty of murder and that he would have to prove it and provide the motive the opportunity the whole shebang. What had he done? Maybe it would be best to let it go. But then the faces of Sean and Shane Jackson popped into his head. They deserved justice. They deserved the truth and so far they had both been screwed by the police without a bit of Vaseline.
What up, dawg?" Cecil Montgomery sat in his unmarked police cruiser which was parked next to the black SUV with the tinted windows. They were out in a deserted part of the outskirts of the city known as The Bottom', which was an abandoned lime pit that was so deep down that no one was even sure if there was a bottom to it. Cecil looked up at the tall, dark skinned bald headed and gold toothed man called `Bund'. Tony Bundy was a low life loser. He had busted him many times for minor shit. Bund wanted to be big time but he had a small time brain just like Jamar and Carlos. The big time was Yul "Rasta" Bennerman and he wanted that connection but it was Victor who got it. Well, not anymore. "Nothing, Bund." Cecil said lighting up a cigar. "I thought you were gonna put Victor behinds bars...not kill his ass." Bund said "Things change." Cecil replied. "So now what?" "It's time for the big time, Tony." Cecil said. Bund broke out into a big gold tooth smile. "Now that's what I'm screamin'." "I want to meet with Yul Bennerman." Cecil said. "Damn dawg," Bund said. "He ain't gonna meet with no cop." Cecil grinned. "He'll meet with me and there is one more thing." "Sup?" "Do you know where Errol is?" "Yeah, why?" "Have your boys kill him." "Bet." He watched as Bund got into his SUV and drove off. Once the deal was made with Bennerman, Bund was a dead motherfucker.
Once Bund's SUV was out of The Bottom' the passenger in the back seat sat up. Bund was silent as was the passenger. Then after looking into the rearview mirror at his passengers face he smiled. "He told me to have my boys kill you." Errol grinned. "You gonna do it?" "And have granma mad at my ass? Hell naw!" Bund smiled. "Glad to hear that." "You should have killed him, cuz. Out there at The Bottoms'...no one would have ever known." Bund said. "Nope. I want him to think he done something." "You gonna get him for killin' Victor?" "Yeah." "You gonna kill me for settin' you up with Ryan and passin' on the information? I mean...a brotha gotta get a lil sumthin sumthin." Errol looked at Bund through the rearview mirror. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his favorite weapon. A .44 caliber, gun metal blue Magnum with an eight inch barrel. He aimed and as Bund's eyes grew large he smiled and put it away. "And have granma mad at my ass? Hell naw! But I got something for that Detective." "He wants to meet Rasta." "Let him." "He wants you dead." Errol smiled. "Yeah...And I want him dead. We'll see who does it first."
Jermaine and I had stayed at the hospital as long as we could. Mo-Mo and Teena visited Jamal one more time and then he came out and suggested that we all go home and get some rest. I tried to get Mo-Mo to do the same but he refused saying that he had to be with his son. I understood that. Shane and Sean had to begin the process of claiming Victor's body and making funeral arrangements. Victor didn't have any family in the city much less the state and no one had any way idea of how to contact any living members. I called Theresa on my cell phone and she said she would call the Department of Corrections and then get back to me. Within thirty minutes she called back with information.
"Your Victor Du Bois has four living relatives in New Orleans. A mother, Vidalia, a sister, Vivienne, a brother, Vincent, and a grandfather...Victor Sr." For some reason this information seemed to surprise me and I don't know why. I guess I never pictured Victor as really having a family. He never spoke of any and I guess I just assumed he had known and then to find out that he was named after his grandfather. The Department of Corrections gave Theresa the information they had to contact the family and I gave it to Shane and Sean. Victor's family had a right to know what had happened to him.
When Jermaine and I got back to his place we were just mentally and emotionally drained and tired. We had stopped by The Red Dragon Chinese restaurant and picked up our take out order but now we just weren't hungry. We sat on the sofa in the living room with only the soft music of Jill Scott playing in the background. I put Jermaine's feet in my lap and removed his shoes and socks and began massaging his feet. He closed his eyes. It felt nice being with him and when I thought about what had happened to Victor and what Shane must be going through. I never really liked Victor but I respected the relationship they had and I felt Shane's loss. I looked at Jermaine, who was lost in the pleasure of my touch on his feet and I wondered what I would do if he was out of my life the way Victor was out of Shane's. Unlike Shane, I knew a lot about Jermaine's family. His mother, Donna, and his father, Jefferson, lived in Alabama. His sister, Sarah, and her husband and their two kids lived in Georgia and his brother, Marcus, was in Pennsylvania. And Of course his son, Jermaine Jr..."J.J" lived with his mother in Alabama as well. We had shared so much about each others life and family that I really felt that I knew him and that was when I realized that losing him in such a way that Shane had lost Victor would probably be the most traumatic thing to ever happen to me.
"Baby?" Jermaine said sitting up. "Why are you crying?" I didn't even realize I was crying. I touched my face and felt the tears. I looked at him and before I knew it I had collapsed into his arms and just cried. I cried for Mo Mo, Jamal and Teena. I cried for Sean. I cried for Shane. I cried for Victor. And as I cried I realized I was not alone in my tears. Jermaine was crying too. We held onto each other for what felt like eternity as we cried and sobbed for what seemed like forever. We went to the bedroom and laid there holding each other in our arms.
"I love you, Eric." Jermaine said.
"I love you too." I repeated.
"I'm glad because I have something to say to you." For some reason I tensed up and prepared for bad news. If Jermaine sensed it he didn't say anything.
"You know that I have a son, who is very important to me and my life." God, where was he going with this? I thought.
"I have worked hard and I have so much to offer. My career is going great and everything in my life is going well except one thing."
"What?" I asked. I didn't look up. I was afraid that bad news was about to be delivered.
"The two important men in my life have not met and I think that needs to happen before I ask you to marry me." Yep...I was smiling and I was shocked. I looked up at Jermaine and when I saw the love and tears in his eyes I let loose again. Marry? I had never thought about being married especially to a man like Jermaine. Yeah, two men being married isn't legal in most states however we could move to Hawaii cause I ain't feeling no cold ass Vermont. Okay, I know most brothers aren't down with the marrying another man thing but let me say this. The definition, according to Webster's, of Marriage is a union between two individuals...usually man and woman but not exclusive to. A mutually agreed upon union between two or more people or companies. What I'm saying is that if you and your `man' have an understanding...an agreement you are already married. A wedding is just the ceremony to present and announce the marriage. So brothers, some of you cats are married...right now! Anyway, I kissed Jermaine...long, slow and passionately and he kissed me back the same way. His tongue entered my mouth and laid claim to it as it had done many times before and my body tensed with pleasure as electricity went through me body and soul. Deftly and slowly we removed each other's clothes until soon we were both naked and ready to go. I sat up and gazed down at Jermaine's magnificent body. I looked at that handsome with those sexy eyes and beautiful lips and then I moved down to his muscled chest with all that sexy hair that taunt and tight body and I realized I had to get back in the gym. But my brother as I looked at Jermaine it was not out of just pure sexual lust and desire there was something else in the mix. Something that had crept in that I had not noticed. Right there as I looked at him I knew that there was no other man in the world for me but this man here and that was when I realized that I was in love with and loved Jermaine Anton Williams, Sr. I lowered my face to his and kissed him again and as I did I let my hands travel where they wanted to go. They cruised down his chest and played with his nipples. Jermaine whimpered as we kissed. He loved the attention I gave his nipples. They started getting hard as I caressed, rubbed and gently pulled on them. My wandering hands made the trip to his belly...that tight six pack that I was jealous of and loved. My fingers tickled his belly and giggled that boyish giggle that I love so much. Tickling Jermaine was fun because unlike many brothers that I had dated he loved being touched and tickled. I moved from kissing his lips to kissing his nipples and then sucking them. He arched his back and sighed and cried out. My hands found his hard 8 and a half inch dick and it was ready for business. I wrapped my fingers around it and slowly played with it, the same way he does when he jacks off. Jermaine doesn't pull his dick hard and fast like he's trying to tear it off but he's slow and gently and caresses with his fingers and strokes with his hand. That drives me crazy when he does that to me cause I'm a yank it hard and fast brotha and when he slow works me it's a delicious torture but you talk about a brother cumming hard...that does it for me. As I played with his dick, fiddling with his dick head which causes him to twitch and really whimper and moan, I nibbled his nipples.
"Ahhhh...yeah baby...yeah...I like that." Jermaine moaned. My body was on fire and I wanted Jermaine more now than I had ever thought I could want another man. I moved down his body and I licked and teased his dick with my tongue, lips and mouth and then as I spread his legs I went straight to his ass with my hungry mouth and Jermaine's reaction was a loud yelp as he rose up and let me in. My tongue and mouth claimed his ass and with each lick and tongue thrust he bucked his hips, wiggled, whimpered, moaned, groaned and begged. Before I knew it I was sticking my finger into his hole which I had lubricated down with my own saliva. It was my pointing finger at first and Jermaine tenses his ass cheeks up for a hot second before relaxing them. When my middle finger went in he was ready to receive.
"Yeah...yeah...do that...do that..." He moaned. I did that and then I began sucking his dick and Jermaine just twitched, jerked and shook. It was feeling that damn good to him. He couldn't speak anymore. All he could do was howl and growl, moan and groan. I turned my body so that we were in the 69 position that way I could suck his dick and work his hole with my finger better. Jermaine now had access to mine ass and dick and he went right to work sucking my dick while he played around my ass. It felt great. I licked my lips as he went to work and then I went back to sucking his dick and fingering his ass.
Our sexy moans and groans filled the room and with Jill Scott singing away in the background I felt like I was in a love scene in a romantic movie. We didn't sound like wild animals going at it but too lovers who wanted and loved each other and who had to have each other.
The time had come. Jermaine had pulled out a condom from the bedside stand and slipped it on and then after making sure my ass was ready he slipped in his dick. My legs were on his shoulders and I arched my back and took him in for all he had. As he rocked my world we kissed. I could feel his huge dick inside of me and it felt wonderful. It filled me up and made my entire body tingle. He wasn't fast and brutal but slow and romantic. It was a slow jammin', slow rammin', slow groovin' love makin' goin on and I didn't want it to stop. As he rocked me his tongue and hands caressed and roamed over my body which was hot for his touch. On fire for his loving touch. I moaned and grunted as he threw his hips. It felt great but I was about to blow his mind. I lowered my legs and wrapped my hands around his neck and then in one smooth and quick motion I flipped up so that Jermaine was under me and I was on top with his dick still in me. The stunned and surprised look on his face made me smile. I began to gyrate and roll my hips and Jermaine's eyes bugged out and he gasped. He clawed at the sheets and gritted his teeth. I was working my body and my ass...I was trying to put a curl in his toes and make him sweat and explode. I looked back at his feet and those toes were curling up. He was sweating and panting and I rolled and wiggled faster and harder. He began to moan louder and louder and I bounced up and down and around and around. He was begging for mercy but telling me not to stop. I bent over and licked his face and kissed his lips. I flexed my ass and tightened the muscles and he yelped. I started a quick-quick-slow rhythm on his dick and all he could do was lay there. When his eyes shot open and he began to scream I knew he was about to cum. I keep it up and then I went fast...bouncing, grinding and working that ass and before long he sprang up and grabbed me as he came. He kissed me as he screamed and as I swallowed his scream I knew that I had rocked his world. We laid in each others arms kissing and caressing and declaring our love for each other when I asked.
"So when do I get to meet your son?" He smiled and gave me a kiss. "Soon. Very soon."
Andre had walked into The Midnight Lounge, a local neighborhood bar on the black side of the city not far from The Ashley. He wanted and needed a drink. When he walked in all the women turned and checked him out. He wasn't feeling them right now. He wasn't feeling anyone right now. He had things on his mind and things to deal with and he was not about to be bothered by no chicken heads nor any knuckleheads. He went to the bar and ordered a double E&J straight and downed it and then got another. A sister with a bad weave and gold teeth walked up. The body wasn't bad to look at but she had a butter' face. Everything was fine but her' face. She had been drinking as well and drunks coming up to him turned him off anyway. She had a proposition for him. A blow job for a drink. Another time he would have jumped on that but he was not feeling no blow job from no ugly faced chick right now and he told her that. She stomped off mad. He had hit his fourth double E&J and was feeling loose and a bit horny. If he could find `Butter' face he'd probably take her up on the offer. That's when he noticed the brother across the room checking him out. Damn, even out here in the hood niggas were up in his face. The brother had that ruffneck attractiveness to him, a shiny bald head with a mustache and beard and an intense look about him. Andre turned away annoyed and ordered his fifth drink. When number six arrived he had company. The brother had taken the recently vacated stool next to him. Andre could help but notice his powerfully sexy cologne and the sexy masculine sensuality he was giving off. He nodded to the brother then downed his drink.
"Sup man." The brother said.
"Chillin and juicin'". Andre said.
"Cool...cool." The brother said. "Never seen you around here before." Andre shrugged his shoulders. "I comes in every once and awhile."
"Yeah? Me too."
"Aight." Andre said and sipped his drink. He couldn't help notice that this brother had sexy lips. Thick and sexy and he wondered how they would feel on his dick. The brother looked around and smiled. "Whatcha thinkin' about?" he asked. Suddenly Andre said. "How those sexy, thick lips would feel on my dick." He drew his hand to his mouth quickly and looked around to see if anyone else had heard him. They didn't the music was loud and everyone was getting drunk. But the brother heard and he was smiling.
"I wonder how that dick would feel between these lips."
"Damn man...I'm fuckin' drunk...I better go."
"Do you want a ride...I mean you are drunk bruh."
"Naw man...I'm straight...all the way round." Andre said trying to send this brotha a message.
"Really? I you look a little crooked to me. I can give you a lift."
"Naw cat..." Andre said. "I'm aight."
"Aight...say, have you ever thought about modeling?"
"Huh?"
"I'm a photographer." The brother reached into his pocket and pulled out a leather business card case and pulled out a card and handed it to Andre. Andre looked at the card. It read, Dalziel Jackson, Photographer. It had a cell phone number and an email address. "If you ever want to give modeling a try...or me...hit me up...aight?" Before Andre could say anything the brother was gone and walking out of the lounge. Hell that seemed like a good idea. He finished his drink and headed out. As he opened and walked through the door he collided into someone and they both went down.
Julien had not meant to go into The Midnight Lounge. After all it was a seedy place that had problems with drugs, alcohol and prostitutes of both sexes. But he wanted a drink. He needed to get out of the house and he just had so many things on his mind. His partner, the Mitchell case, The Jackson Brothers and even Andre Robinson. He had opened the door and was about to walk in when he collided with a guy coming out which knocked him down as well as the guy.
Andre jumped up. "What the fuck! Why don't you look where you're..."His eyes fell upon Julien Linton. "WHAT THE FUCK!"
Julien looked up and he couldn't believe his eyes. Andre Robinson.
"Man what the fuck?" Andre snapped, " Are you following me?"
"No...this is just a coincidence." Julien replied.
"Well whatever...I'm out of here." Andre turned to leave but Julien stopped him. "Mr. Robinson...I just wanted to apologize for my...conduct in the dressing room at the Gym."
"Hey man...kill that noise aight. Whatever happened in there is over so if you please...I gotta go." Andre all but ran to his car. Once he was inside he could breath easy. That damn Julien Linton. That damn sexy and fine. When he mentioned the gym and the steam room his dick twitched and was coming to life and he wanted to be far away from Julien Linton before he noticed it or before something else happened.
Julien watched Andre drive off and he couldn't help but wonder what was up with him. He also could help but notice that he was strongly attracted to Andre Robinson and he couldn't shake it no matter what he did and he wasn't sure if he wanted to.