Brothers Like Us By Lawrence Michael Martell
CHAPTER 20
Andre went to the Midnight Lounge and he honestly wasn't sure why. He did know that he had not wanted to be in the house and he didn't want to go to his usual hangouts and for some reason he found himself drawn to the Lounge. The place was packed, there were brothas and sistahs all in their best dress and on the hunt for Mr. or Miss Right or at least Mr. or Miss Right NOW. As he walked In he could feel the eyes of many of the sistahs in the place on him. He smiled to himself, they wanted a taste of Dre but they would have to wait cause right now he wasn't serving up anything but perhaps later he let a lucky one get a sample.
He went up to the bar and ordered a drink and then he turned to check out the scene and the crowd. The DJ was working his ass off with thumping, bumping, pumping music and the dance floor was packed with brothas and sistahs dancing up on each other, bumping and grinding, jumping and jiggling. His first drink finished he ordered another and then a third. The drink plus the music plus the sexy atmosphere was working on him and as he settled in to enjoy the buzz he was feeling he noticed the fine sistah checking him out. She was giving him the eye and he knew that she wanted to stroll over. She was fine as hell, honey brown skin and a curvy ass frame that was poured into a tight black mini dress and long, thick ass legs. Andre flashed her his million dollar smile and raised his drink glass to her. She smiled and walked towards him. Oh yeah, this sistah was going to be worth the work. She was just about in front of him when suddenly she made a slight left turn and went two tables down to sit with another brotha, a busted up, ugly motherfucker. WHAT THE FUCK! Here he was looking as only as he could look and that bitch wanted some busted up, old cat who could bang like him. Well, fuck her and her tired old dog there were other bitches he could pull and almost immediately there was another one. She walked towards him giving him the eye. He sipped at his drink and smiled back. She was a hot piece of ass...a dark complexioned beauty with a fat ghetto booty. She had light brown hair and hazel eyes...contacts or not they worked on her. He asked what she was drinking and got her one. They then chatted a bit. Her name was Sherelle and she was sexy as hell.
"So whatup with you tonight, baby girl?" Andre asked.
"Nothing much, just hanging out with my friend looking for someone special."
"Yeah? Well, I'm special." Andre said. Sherelle flashed that sexy smile. "I could tell that you were but are you special enough to handle two?" Andre grinned. Oh hell yeah, nothing like a freak. "Baby girl...I can handle anything you two got!"
"Yeah? Well, let me get my friend and when we come back we will see what you can handle."
"Well you do that but I hope you two can handle me and the `Hard Nine'."
"The hard nine?" Sherelle asked with a sexy smile.
"Yeah," Andre smiled and gripped his dick through his pants. "This hard nine."
"My friend will love that. I will be right back." As Sherelle left to get her friend, Andre ordered another drink. Having two freaks up in the house would be something. He remembered that Eric was going to a funeral in the morning and that maybe all the noise would be disturbing. He'd have to get the girls to take the party to their house instead. Yeah, that would be best.
"So where are we going to party?" Andre heard the sexy smooth voice of Sherelle and as he turned around he could only imagine what Sherelle's friend looked and sounded like. He got his answer and he was not pleased. Standing next to Sherelle was not another girl but a guy. A light skinned brotha with wavy black hair and arched eyebrows and he could tell that this brotha was gay all day long. Andre furrowed his eyebrows.
"What the fuck is going on?" Sherelle and her friend were smiling. "This is my friend Twan. Twan this is Andre."
"Is this the friend you were talking about?" Andre asked disbelieving.
"Yes." Andre stood up, looking around to see if anyone was looking in their direction. When he was sure no one was he spoke and his tone was harsh.
"What the fuck is this shit?"
"What?" Sherelle replied.
"You didn't tell me you were getting a goddamn sissy." Andre spat. Sherelle and Twan recoiled as if he struck them. Andre glared at Twan and then back at Sherelle. "I ain't no goddamn faggot!" Sherelle looked surprised by the statement. "You're not gay?"
"BITCH ain't that what I just said. FUCK! Do I look fucking gay to you?"
"You look like you know what to do with a dick." Twan snapped back. "But not very well." Andre grabbed Twan around his neck with such speed that it startled him. Twan yelped and Sherelle squealed. Andre glared into Twan's eyes.
"You better step before I hurt your faggot ass." Andre let Twan go and he and Sherelle left...quickly." Andre drained the remainder of his drink, tossed a few bills to the bartender and he headed for the door. Fuck this shit. The bitches in this joint were out of their minds. Andre wasn't paying any attention as he left and he walked into another brother who was walking into the club.
"Hey brothaman, you aight?" The guy asked. Andre stepped back and glared at the brotha, who looked familiar but he couldn't place him. But the brotha seemed to recognize him and smiled broadly. "Hey man...wassup?"
Andre blinked.
"Damn, you don't recognize a brotha?"
Andre just stared at him.
"Damn. It's me...Dalziel Jackson...the photographer?" Andre remembered him. He was the brother he bumped into at this same spot before. He was the brotha with the lips. He remembered bits of their conversation.
"Yeah..aight, I remember you...wassup?" Andre said as he extended his hand in a soul brotha hand shake which Dalziel returned.
"Just chillin? You out?"
"Yeah man, ain't nothin' goin' on in here but some shit."
"Where you going?" Dalziel asked.
"Don't know bruh." Andre admitted.
"You going home?"
"I guess...ain't no place else to go."
"Well, check this...why don't you come to my crib and we can chill and shit. I got something to drink at the house and some music and some weed." Andre raised a cautious eyebrow. "Hey bruh, I ain't about no fucked up freaky shit." Dalziel raised his hands. "Hey man...I think your cool and shit and I was inviting you to chill out and hang for a bit but if you are scared then don't worry."
"Hey I ain't scared aight." Andre snapped.
"Aight." Andre thought for a second. "You say you got some weed?" Dalziel smiled. "I got root, I got some blow...whatever makes you flow." Andre smiled. He could deal with that. "Aight...I'm down. Let's roll out." Dalziel smiled and he and Andre left the Midnight Lounge.
Shane was sound asleep, which was good. He needed the rest with the funeral tomorrow he had been doing fifty-eleven things getting ready and taking care of Momma V and the family. He had bought a new suit and shoes and was checking on all the final details wanting to make sure that everything went smooth and to keep himself busy so that he would not have to think about his pain and hurt and sorrow. When Shane finally went to bed, Sean sat up and read before watching TV. He knew he would have to be there for Shane tomorrow after it was all over. But tonight he needed some time for himself. He was watching the nightly news when the phone rang. It was after 11pm, who could be calling so late? He looked at the Caller ID and when he saw the name Matthew Siad Muhammed, he smiled.
"Hello,"
"Hello? May I speak to Sean, please?"
"Hello Matt, it's me, Wassup?" He was pleased to hear from Matthew. Since everything that had happened he had kept going to the group meetings and found that he received strong and support from them all which was helping him with everything going on with himself and his brother.
"Nothing much, I hope I didn't wake you."
"It's cool I was just watching the news."
"Okay, so how is everything? How's your brother?"
"He's doing as well as could be expected." Sean said. "Thanks for asking."
"Well, we are praying for you and your brother."
"Thanks, we appreciate that."
"Now I don't want to sound like I'm advertising but there is a grief counseling group...I mean if you think your brother could use some grief counseling I could talk to the Doc."
"Thank you Matthew. I'll let you know but I think he will be okay." There was a long pause before Matthew spoke again. "I have to say that you are a remarkable brother."
"How do you mean?"
"Well, here you have so much going on and yet you still attend the group meetings and you are taking care of your brother and there are so many brothers out there that would have dropped the group or I don't know...flipped out."
"Why is that so remarkable?" Sean asked. Matthew laughed and Sean smiled. "Come on, most of these guys cancel when they have a hang nail."
"Well, this is for me. Besides how can I help my brother or anyone else if I can't help myself?"
"That's true." Matthew replied.
"I'm going to get my life back. Maybe not like how it was before but I will not let a monster like Silk Mitchell control my life and how I live it."
"That's great Sean. You know before long you won't need the group anymore." Sean shook his head. "Perhaps but that is still aways off."
"I know." Matthew said. Sean could have sworn that he detected a note of relief in Matthew's voice. "I think a lot of the men in the group really like you." Sean smiled. "They are a great group of guys." Sean really meant what he said. The men in the group had fast become an important part of his life. There was Avery, who was always there with a smile and a hug. He was colorful and cute and a joy to be around. There was something about Avery that reminded him of himself before the rape. Then there was Greg..."G-Spot"...who gave off that thug attitude but once you got past that there was a gentle heart and a beautiful soul. Not to mention the talent. Greg, could dance, sing and write the most heart felt poetry you have ever read. He had wanted to protect Greg after he heard about his life and what he had gone through. He wanted Greg to know that he was loved and respected for who he was. Michael, was an interesting brother. Michael was a very well off brother...hell, he was rich. He had been married and divorced twice with two children before he came to grips with his own homosexuality. He was a physically imposing man as well...well over 6ft tall and way over 250 pounds and it was hard for Sean to see Michael as a rape survivor but what blew Sean's mind was when Michael told him who his rapist was. It turned out that Michael was raped by his own stepson. Sean could not even imagine such a thing. Then there was the outrageous Whitley. Finally he had met the oft mentioned but rarily seen Whitley. When Sean first met Whitley he thought Whitley was a woman...a real woman. He had never really met a transsexual and for all intent and purposes, Whitley was a woman. She had breast implants and the regime of hormone shots that she had been on had softened her voice, given her curves in the appropriate places and since Whitley never really had a prominent Adam's Apple, so the only evidence of Whitley being born a male was his penis which he still had. Whitley was more reserved towards Sean, which he chalked up to his being new to the group. Sean liked Whitley and enjoyed hearing stories about her days as a female impersonator, he hated being called a `drag queen'. There were times when Whitley was outgoing and gregarious and then there were times when Whitley gave off a vibe that she just couldn't be bothered. But the group seemed to rally around her more on those days and soon so did Sean. And then there was Matthew, the man who brought him to the group. He was growing to respect him a great deal. He liked talking to Matthew...he liked talking to all of them...but there was something about Matthew. They all had something in common, they were survivors of rape and despite the heinous and hideous thing that had happened to each of them it was the thing that bonded them and made them strong. They were a strong unit...they were a strong and supportive family.
"Will you becoming to group tomorrow?" Matthew asked.
"No, with the funeral and all I think I might need to stay around here to be Shane."
"Yeah...that's a good idea. Well...if you need anything...if either of you need anything just let me know." Sean smiled. "I will...we will."
"Okay...well, don't stay up to long. Good night."
"Good night and thanks for calling." There was a pause before Matthew hung up the phone. When Sean put down the phone he felt himself smiling.
Andre was impressed with Dalziel's place. It was very nice and as he followed him inside he found himself looking at the photographs that were on the walls. They were of very sexy and masculine brothas in various poses. Some were completely nude but not in a pornographic but tasteful and classy. Others were semi-nude and others were fully clothed but they were all brothas of different shades, hues, sizes, heights, and weights. Some were younger, some were older but they were all in poses that varied from the provocative to the traditional. As Andre stood there looking at these great pictures he was unaware that Dalziel had went off and got his camera and was snapping pictures of him looking at the photos that he himself had taken.
"What's up, man?" Andre asked, when he turned and caught Dalziel snapping his picture.
"Sorry bruh, just saw an opportunity." Dalziel said with a wide smile.
"Well, I didn't come up here for a photo session." Andre replied with a smile. Dalziel put the camera down.
"You're right my man." Dalziel said going to the kitchen. "So what will you have?" He asked. Andre smiled. "Damn the drink, I want something to mellow me out." Dalziel nodded and went to get his stash in another room. When he came back he had a four joints in his hands. He sat next to Andre on the sofa and offered him one, which Andre took. They lit up and inhaled the sweet smoke.
After the first joint they lit up the second and before long they were both floating on the effects of the pot. Andre was feeling very good with the mix of alcohol and this primo herb had him flying high and feeling good and horny as hell. He looked at the photos on the wall again but this time they seemed to come to life. They started touching each other and moving around in an erotic dance that he couldn't help but watch. It was crazy but he just couldn't stop watching and even more it was turning him on even more. His dick was getting rock hard and he wanted badly to get it taken care of. He looked at Dalziel and slowly unzipped his pants. He watched Dalziel's face, intently, as he pulled out his huge, hard dick and shook it at him in invitation.
Dalziel reacted to Andre's display with outward cool while inside he wanted to throw down on that huge fucking dick but he was not going to let this brotha think that he was controlling this show, cause if anyone was running this show it was Dalziel and he was going to let this brother know just that. Dalziel stood up and grabbed his camera again and took a few more shots of Andre and this time Andre didn't protest too much but it was obvious he wanted something else to happen. Damn, he thought to himself, this motherfucker is sexy as motherfucking hell.
Andre was wondering what the problem was. Here he was with `The Hard Nine' out and ready for action and this brother is taking pictures and acting like he was afraid of the dick and Andre knew better than that. Well, he wasn't about to beg the brotha to suck his dick, he didn't have to do that. All he wanted the sexy lipped motherfucker to do was stop frontin' and get to the dick sucking.
Dalziel smiled to himself. He could tell that Andre was ready for something to happen and he couldn't wait any longer himself. He put the camera back down and then reached down and lightly caressed Andre's dick and was rewarded with a low moan followed by a sultry and slow yes. That was enough for Dalziel as he covered the huge dick with his lips and mouth.
"AH SHIT!" Andre moaned, his hands snaking down to caress and tickle his own balls. He could feel Dalziel's tongue doing wild and crazy things to his dick and it was out of control.
"Yeah...you like that, don't ya?" Dalziel mumbled with his mouth full of Andre's dick.
"Didn't yo momma tell you about talkin' with your mouth full?" Andre replied and Dalziel returned to his dick sucking. He slurped and licked the shaft and let his tongue circle and flick on and across the head of it.
"SUCK THAT DICK! SUCK IT HARD!" Andre demanded as he arched his back and jammed his dick deeper into Dalziel's mouth. Dalziel didn't need any instruction nor encouragement about sucking this sexy motherfucker's dick and he was enjoying the hell out of this.
Andre was going out of mind. He had gotten blow jobs before but this was one of the best. Dalziel was the type of brotha he could chill with and not even know he was down `like that'. He didn't want this shit to end cause this nigga knew what he was fucking doing even better than those chickenheads he was kicking it with. Andre pulled his shirt off and then as he looked down at Dalziel he pulled at his shirt until it was off and they were both bare chested. Brother had a lightly hairy but well put together chest. Maybe it was the joint and the alcohol combined with him being horny but what ever it was he knew one thing. He wanted to fuck this motherfucker and he wanted to fuck him right now! Andre sat up and gently pushed Dalziel off his dick.
"Whatup, yo?" Dalziel asked.
"Get them fuckin' clothes off." Andre demanded. Dalziel smiled. "What?"
"Motherfucker get naked cause I'm gonna work that ass of yours." Andre declared. Dalziel smiled but he got undressed and soon they were both naked, their bodies showing their excitement and desire. Andre couldn't help but notice that Dalziel had a nice body, could use a bit of work on the abs but his body was not bad.
"Whatcha smilin' at now?" Dalziel asked.
"You, you sexy motherfucker." And with that Andre grabbed Dalziel and kissed him hard and long. Their tongues dueled and jockeyed for a dominant position, while their hands roamed and explored each other's body. When Andre's mouth covered Dalziel's nipples, Dalziel let out a low moan.
"DAMNITMAN!" Dalziel exhaled as Andre suckled the nipple like a baby trying to get milk from it's mother. Dalziel was trying to free himself from Andre's hungry mouth, the pleasure was just too intense but Andre wasn't being moved nor stopped.
"AH...AH...AH...OH...OH...P...Please...stop!" Dalziel moaned. No sooner had those words escaped his lips Andre's hot mouth moved down his body and was gobbling up his dick. "GAWDDAYUM!" Dalziel squealed as Andre demonstrated his skills on his dick. Dalziel was clawing the sofa and squirming under the expert tongue, mouth and lips of Andre. He felt that familiar tingling sensation and he knew that he wasn't too far off from shooting in Andre's hot ass mouth but he wasn't ready for that. What he wanted was to taste more of this brotha and he wanted it to last longer. He managed to pull Andre off his dick but like a hungry animal Andre came back for more.
"DAYUM, nigga give a brotha a break," Dalziel chuckled as he put some space between them.
"Whatup? Can't handle it?" Andre snapped. He was horny as hell and this motherfucker wanted to play hard to fucking get. Dalziel raised an eyebrow. "Son, I know you just didn't say that. You done lost your mind, there is nothin' Dalziel can't handle."
"Yeah? That's what your mouth say but can your ass handle what I got to give?" Dalziel had not considered that Andre wanted to be the top, he was versatile himself but after looking at Andre's monster dick he wasn't sure if he wanted to do that.
"And who you plannin' on puttin' that shit up in?" Dalziel joked, half-heartedly.
"I'm plannin' on runnin' it up in you." And with that Andre grabbed Dalziel and placed his hand on his hard and thick nine inch dick. Dalziel was looking into Andre's eyes and feeling that hard dick and he thought, what the hell. He covered Andre's lips with his hungry mouth as they walked back to his bedroom. They fell on the bed, still kissing and stroking and touching until they were unbearably excited and ready to pop. Dalziel crawled down Andre's body one more time and tasted his thick dick, slurping and gulping on each and every inch.
Andre was lost in a X-rated fantasy world that he never wanted to leave. His mind was still reeling from the alcohol and the drugs, he had forgotten about the bitches at the Midnight Lounge, he was with what he wanted to be with and it was better than anything any of the bitches could have done. He felt Dalziel's tongue move down his balls and then slip under them and tease and toy with the crack of his ass. Andre let out a low and loud moan. He wanted to fuck Dalziel right now but he was also enjoying the ass eating going on as well.
Dalziel was sucking Andre's dick, lubing it up with his saliva. His ass was itching to be filled by that fat dick and he couldn't wait. Dalziel got up and opened the bedside top draw and pulled out a Magnum brand condom and some `WET' lubricant. He slipped the condom on Andre's huge dick and was concerned that maybe it was too large to fit in the condom but he got it covered. He then lubed his ass very liberally and straddled Andre's lap and with his other hand he gripped the hard dick and lowered himself on it while he steadied himself. The head went in but it hurt like hell. Andre was moaning and trying to get the dick in. Dalziel eased off it and then tried again, it still hurt but not like the last time. He eased up one more time and then tried again, he looked down at Andre, who was enjoying all of this. He was going to ride the dick but Andre was going to return the favor. After a few more attempts Dalziel finally lowered himself onto the dick and as it invaded his ass, it's girth and length causing him to sweat and grit his teeth. Andre groaned and moaned and worked his hips trying to drive the dick in deeper.
"OH...OH...OWWWW...SHIT!" Dalziel exclaimed. He lowered himself down even more until he had taken all of Andre in and then he just sat still there for a moment not moving but adjusting to the huge invader that was tearing his ass apart. It felt OH SOOO GOOD! Slowly Dalziel began to move his hips up and down and the feeling in his ass was great. He could feel Andre's dick pulsating and throbbing. The sounds of Andre sucking his breath and panting was driving him crazy as well. He then began to move his hips from side to side. It felt good to him and before long he had grown accustomed to the feeling of Andre in his ass and he began to get down with the rhythm of their erotic and sensual dance.
Andre held onto Dalziel for dear life and felt that if he didn't he would lose his mind. What he was doing to him was amazing. As he pounded Dalziel's ass images of Julien flashed in his mind. He tried to shake them but they wouldn't go away. Dalziel rode his dick and was doing things to him that left him speechless. Andre began to moan and groan as he was swept away in the feelings going through him.
"OOOOH YEAH...Work that ass, nikka!" Andre hissed. Dalziel worked his ass. He was trying to make Andre's dick hit a spot that would ease the itch and cool the desire in his ass. It was wild and crazy and sexy as fuck. All the sounds and smells and sensations of their hot fucking filled the room and combined with their masculine scent it was a heady, intoxicating, mind thrilling feeling. His dick was deep in Dalziel's warm and moist ass and he was fighting to hang on to his senses while not cumming. He wanted it to wait, he wanted to enjoy the feeling but he couldn't much longer and as he let it all go, he filled Dalziel's ass with his hot cum.
"AHHHH...AHHHHH...I'M CUMMING!" Andre shouted in Dalziel's ear. When Dalziel felt the hot cum in his ass he yelled and came all over himself as well.
"AHHHH...OOOOH FUCK!" Dalziel said as his body trembled from the powerful orgasm. Andre and Dalziel lay in the bed holding each other but not talking. Their eyes were closed and they were thinking their own thoughts. Andre was thinking: This motherfucker is cool as shit. I can hang with him and no one would know what was what but I hope he ain't wantin' nothin' else, though I want more of that ass.' Dalziel was thinking: Yeah, motherfucker, you worked that ass and you got skills, but I'm gonna turned you out.'
Chapter 21 coming soon.
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