Players

"What about that one?"

"Too young. We need someone with a little more experience."

"Um, okay. How about that one?"

"In the red shirt?"

"No, not him. Too confident. The guy next to him."

"In the striped shirt?"

"Yeah."

Darius nodded. "Let's see if we get any interest from him. I'll go straight across, then you loop around past the pool tables and see what you get. Wait until I signal you, though."

"Okay."

Darius set down his empty glass and made his way across the room. He stopped at the bar about four seats from the guy in the striped shirt to order a drink.

It was a crowded bar, but the bartender came to him immediately. Most bartenders did for Darius.

He ordered a juice. The bartender gave him his drink and told him it was on the house.

While this was happening, Darius watched the guy in the striped shirt out of the corner of his eye.

The guy seemed to be looking at him.

Darius pretended to ignore him and walked past him with his drink. When he was past the guy and out of his line of sight, he gave a quick nod in Todd's direction.

Todd took the cue and made his way around the pool tables. He circled around the bar and passed the guy in the striped shirt from behind. Taking his place at the bar opposite the guy in the striped shirt, he waited for the bartender.

Just like Darius, Todd didn't have to wait long for the bartender. He ordered a soft drink.

They met downstairs.

"What do you think?"

"He was definitely checking you out."

"You too."

"Aiight. Go get T.J."

Todd left to find T.J,, and Darius returned to the upstairs bar. This time he took a seat right next to the guy in the striped shirt.

The guy's glass was empty, and he seemed to be trying to get the bartender's attention. Darius finished his fruit juice in one swallow and signaled for the bartender.

The bartender showed up instantly to take Darius's order.

"Same as before," said Darius, knowing the bartender would remember. "And while you're at it, take care of my friend here." He turned to the guy in the striped shirt. "What are you drinking?" he asked the guy.

"Cape Cods."

"Get him a Cape Cod. It's on me."

The guy in the striped shirt looked at Darius in surprise. "Gee, thanks!" he said.

"Well you've been waiting for a long time."

"That's the truth. It's hard to get the bartenders' attention here."

Darius extended his hand. "I'm Darius, by the way."

"Michael. Pleased to meet you."

"You all alone here?"

"Yeah."

"Nice looking guy like you?"

Michael blushed. "Well, that's nice of you to say. I'm not all that great looking."

True, thought Darius to himself. Oh, he wasn't bad looking. Nice boy-next-door type. Ordinary. Not ugly or even homely. Just...regular. Not the kind of guy who would stand out.

His slim body didn't look bad, though. Darius could tell that he didn't work out. He was a little on the skinny side.

"You're being modest," said Darius. "You're cute as a bug's ear."

The guy in the striped shirt giggled bashfully. "Oh come on. Stop!" he said, obviously hoping that Darius wouldn't stop.

Darius didn't stop. "No, for real, though," he said. "I bet you turn heads all the time and don't even know it."

"Well, I don't know about that."

"I do."

"Well, if I did, I'm not sure I'd know what to say. I'm sort of shy in these places."

"It's always the quiet ones," said Darius.

The guy giggled again.

"I bet you're a tiger under the sheets," said Darius.

The guy blushed and smiled.

"I knew it," said Darius.

"Well, I don't know about that."

"I bet you're a freak," said Darius.

"Well, I like to have fun, if that's what you mean."

"Freaky fun," said Darius.

"I guess you could call it that."

"Man after my own heart," said Darius. He waved the bartender over and ordered another Cape Cod.

The guy in the striped shirt looked suprised. "I'm not finished with this one," he said.

"Well, drink up. There's another one on the way."

"You're trying to get me drunk!" said the guy in the striped shirt. But he sounded more flattered than alarmed.

"Maybe I am," said Darius. "If that's what it takes to get your attention."

"Oh, you've got my attention," said the guy.

Darius already knew that.

"You're a handsome man," said the guy in the striped shirt.

Darius already knew that, too.

"You like black guys?" asked Darius.

The guy looked down and blushed. He liked black guys.

"It's cool," said Darius. "I like white guys."

Which was true as far as it went. Darius liked ass, and it didn't really matter if it was white, black, Puerto Rican, or Asian ass. Male or female ass, for that matter.

But tonight, he liked white ass. It was important to stick with the program.

"You mainly a bottom?" asked Darius.

The guy looked down again with an embarrassed grin. What a forward question!

"It's cool," said Darius. "No shame in saying what you like."

The guy braced himself a bit and nodded.

"I'm a top myself. I really appreciate a good bottom." Darius took the guy's hand and placed it on his basket.

"We shouldn't do this!" said the guy, obviously thrilled to be doing it.

"It's dark in here. Nobody can see. Go ahead. Take a little feel."

The guy took a little feel.

"Wow," he said.

"That too much for you?"

The guy shook his head and withdrew his hand. He looked around to see if anyone was watching.

A voice behind them called out as if in surprise: "Dee!"

Darius turned around. "Well, I'll be damned!" he said. Todd was standing behind him with another man.

"Michael, I'd like you to meet Todd and T.J." said Darius.

"Pleased to meet you."

"T.J.!" said Darius with feigned surprise. "I thought you'd moved away! I haven't seen you in months! How the hell are you?"

T.J. followed the script. "I did move away. I'm just in town for a few days."

"Where you staying?"

"Airport Side Inn."

"Well, I'll be damned!"

Todd spoke: "Yeah, I was surprised to run into T.J., too. In fact, I'm about to give him a ride back to the motel."

"Well, ain't that something!" said Darius. "Of all the luck to see you here!" He turned to the guy in the striped shirt. "T.J. and I go way back."

"We sure do," said T.J.

"Man, we had some times!"

"We sure as hell did. Tore this damn town up!" said T.J.

"My, my, my!"

"But it looks like you're still on the loose," said T.J. "Sitting here with this sexy ass white boy and everything." He smiled at Michael admiringly.

Michael blushed again.

"Well, hell," said Darius. "You leaving so early? The bar's just picking up now."

"Got to," said T.J. "I've got to be over at my sister's house in the morning."

"Shucks," said Darius. "I'd love to catch up with you, Man."

Todd said, "Well, why don't you ride over with us to the motel?"

Darius looked at Michael. "Oh, sorry, Player," he said to T.J. "I can't do that right now. I can't leave this cute white boy here all alone."

"Why don't he come with us?"

Darius asked Michael, "Is that cool?"

Michael nodded.

"Hold up," said Todd. "I'll be right back." He walked away, taking his cell phone out of his pocket as he went.

A few minutes later, Todd returned. He was putting his cell phone in his pocket as he walked up to the bar.

"Let's go," Todd said.

They went.

The ride to the Airport Side Inn was quick and boisterous. Darius and Michael sat together in the back seat of Todd's Explorer. T.J. sat in the front passenger seat.

Everyone seemed in good spirits, and there was plenty of laughter and teasing along the way.

Darius again took Michael's hand and placed it on his considerable basket.

Todd saw them in the rear view mirror. "Lovebirds!" he teased.

Darius took it in stride. "Don't hate the player. Hate the game."

T.J. invited everyone into his room. Todd and Darius went in, so of course Michael followed suit.

T.J. peeled off his shirt almost as soon as he walked in the door.

"Damn, Player!" said Todd. "Can't you wait until we leave before you start stripping?"

"I'm only taking off my shirt," said T.J. "I got to get comfortable."

"You country," said Todd.

"Hell, yeah, I'm country," said T.J. "Sit your asses down somewhere. Make yourself at home." He turned on the television.

Darius plopped himself on the bed. Todd took a chair. Michael took the other chair.

T.J. was rummaging through a styrofoam cooler. "I got cold drinks, but we need ice. I'm going to go find the ice machine."

Darius sprang up out of the bed. "I better go with you so your country ass don't get lost."

"Nigga, please."

"You ain't got no sense of direction," said Darius. "I'll be right back, Baby," he said to Michael, and gave him a quick kiss on the lips.

They left, and Todd and Michael were alone in the room.

"Darius is a trip," said Todd.

"He seems nice," said Michael.

"Oh he is, he is," said Todd. "Freaky as hell, too."

Michael looked down.

Todd smiled at Michael. "But that's a good thing. Freaky is fun."

Michael blushed.

"You like to get freaky?" asked Todd.

Michael nodded shyly. "I like to have fun, if that's what you mean."

"That's what I mean," said Todd. "You're cute as hell. Maybe I'll have a chance with you some day if Darius doesn't steal you away."

Michael blushed bright red.

"I think T.J. likes you, too," said Todd. "I could tell by the way he was looking at you."

Darius and T.J. returned with a bucket of ice. "Player? You still watching that lame shit?" T.J. grabbed the remote and tossed it to Darius. "Find us something decent to watch."

Darius started flipping through the channels. He stopped on a horror movie.

"Damn! I haven't seen this one in a long time!"

"What is it?"

"Zombie Planet. It's some wild ass shit."

Todd jumped on the bed, as did T.J. Darius grabbed Michael's hand. "Come over here. There's room. You can't see the screen from that chair."

Michael sat sandwiched between Todd and Darius on the bed. They were all leaning against the headboard.

"Hold up," said Todd. "I'm going to take my shirt off, too. I don't want it wrinkled."

"Player, please."

"It's my favorite shirt." Todd took off his shirt and returned to his place in the bed.

Darius sat against the headboard with his arm around Michael. Todd was next to Michael on the other side, his bare arm pressing against Michael's. There wasn't much room on the bed, although T.J. could have made more room if he scooted over closer to the edge on his side. But he didn't.

The movie was actually kind of dumb. T.J. got impatient.

"Man, this is lame," he said.

"No, it's good," said Darius. "Just wait. It gets better."

"Fuck that," said T.J., picking up the remote. "Let's see what else is on." He started flipping through the channels.

Infomercials. Newscasts. Sportscasts. Television preachers. A porno channel.

T.J. stopped at the porno channel.

"Damn!" said Todd.

"You're gonna have to pay for that. That's a pay channel," said Darius.

"Who gives a fuck?" asked T.J. "Look at that bitch go!"

And she was indeed "going." The television showed a white woman splayed across a sofa, with four black men standing around her. There was a fifth black man also, but he wasn't standing around the sofa.

He was, as T.J. might say, also "going." And "going." And "going."

The woman on the sofa was squealing in delight and egging on the man on top of her. The man around the sofa were yelling encouragement as her pounded her.

"That's the shit," said T.J.

"He's fucking the hell out of her," said Darius.

"That's making me horny," said Todd.

"Well, hell," said Darius. "Make yourself comfortable, then. Just friends here."

"Don't mind if I do," said Todd, unfastening his fly and pulling down his pants. T.J. handed him a tub of cream.

Michael stared transfixed. Todd's dick was huge!

Todd began stroking his dick as if it was the most normal thing in the world to do among friends. It was a pretty dick, cut, and medium in tone like the rest of Todd's skin. Todd was smooth, tall, and lightly muscled with a fade haircut. He had long lashes, and his nose sort curved forward in a graceful arc. He had classic features.

"Damn. I'd love to get in her ass," he said, stroking his cock and staring at the television screen.

Darius was focused entirely on Michael, holding him close with one arm around Michael's back and stroking his chest with the other hand. He studied Michael's face closely to gauge his reaction to what was going on.

He kissed Michael gently on the cheek and whispered into his ear. "Baby, I can't wait to be with you," he said, and kissed Michael's neck.

"Me neither," said Michael, stealing a sidelong glance at Todd's dick.

Things were going according to plan.

T.J. got up from the bed and began taking off his pants. "Shit. You guys can't have all the fun," he said, returning to his place on the bed. "Hand me that lube." Todd handed him the tub, and he started stroking his dick as well.

T.J.'s dick was even bigger than Todd's. He was uncut. T.J. was big and muscular, and he had very dark skin.

Todd looked over at T.J.'s dick. "Damn, Player. You packing!"

"Just what the good Lord gave me," said T.J., peeling back his foreskin with each downstroke and pulling it back over the head with each upstroke.

"Why don't you guys get comfortable too?" asked T.J.

"Works for me," said Darius.

"Well, I don't know..." Michael seemed unsure of himself.

"Michael's a little embarrassed, I think."

"Oh, no shame in it, my friend. It's cool."

Darius got an idea. "Let's pull the covers up. That way it won't be so embarrassing for Michael. I want my baby to be comfortable."

Michael said nothing as Darius stepped out of the bed, stripped of his clothes, and got back in. T.J. fished the covers off the floor, and Todd pulled them across.

Darius gave Michael a gentle kiss on the lips. "Baby, you're being such a good sport. Here, let me help you with your shirt."

Michael pulled off his shirt, and Darius folded it neatly and placed it on the night table next to him.

"Go ahead and slip out of those pants for me, Baby," he said.

Michael pulled his pants off under the sheets and handed them to Darius, who carefully placed them on the table with the shirt.

"Go ahead and give me that underwear, too," he purred into Michael's ear, kissing him again on the neck.

Michael gave him the underwear. Darius rewarded him with another tender kiss. Michael could feel Todd's bare leg pressing against his under the covers. Darius's leg was doing the same thing on the other side.

"You're so sweet," Darius cooed to Michael.

T.J opened the drawer on the nightstand next to him and pulled out a cigar box.

Todd looked over in approval. "That's what I'm talking about!" he said.

"Might as well do this shit right," said T.J., fishing a plastic-tipped cigarillo from the box.

Michael couldn't see it, but there were several cigarillos in the box. A few of them were bundled together with a rubber band, but T.J. left the bundled ones alone.

He lit, inhaled deeply, and blew out the smoke. He handed the cigarillo to Todd, who did the same.

"Sweet," said Todd after blowing out the smoke.

"Don't be greedy," said Darius. "Give me some of that shit."

Todd handed the cigarillo to Darius, who partook. Darius exhaled, gave Michael a kiss, and put the plastic tip in his mouth.

"Breathe in deep, Baby," he said.

Michael did, and felt instantly relaxed.

They passed the Black & Mild around another time and settled in.

Michael lay back on the pillow and savored the high. Darius gently nibbled on his ear.

Todd leaned toward Michael, his face only inches from the white boy's.

"Can I ask a little favor?"

Michael looked at Todd.

"Can I have a little kiss?"

Todd looked at Darius. He wasn't sure what to do.

"Go ahead, Baby," whispered Darius. "Give Todd a little kiss. We're all friends here."

Michael turned his face toward Todd, and Todd leaned down and gave him a quick gentle kiss on the lips.

"Oh, Player! That's the best you can do?" asked Darius.

"What do you mean?" asked Todd.

"You call that a kiss?"

"What do you mean? That was a kiss."

"Naw, man. That wasn't a kiss," said Darius. "Let me show you how it's done." Gently pulling Michael's face close to his, with his lips touching Michael's, he murmured to the white boy:

"Let's show this nigga what a real kiss looks like."

Darius parted his lips and let the tip of his tongue play with the white boy's. Then he parted them further and began working his tongue as his lips gently devoured the white boy's mouth. Michael moaned.

Their lips parted, and Darius turned to Todd. "Now try it again. And do it right this time."

Todd gave Michael another kiss, slower and deeper this time. Turning towards the white boy as he did, his cock flopped over and lay across the white boy's leg. His tongue explored Michael's mouth.

Michael moaned again.

Things were definitely going according to plan.

"That's enough," Darius said to Todd. "He's my baby tonight." He gently pulled Michael on his side and rolled toward him so they were now facing each other. Darius's cock lay slightly between Michael's legs.

"Give me some more sugar, Baby." They kissed again.

Todd rolled toward Michael and was now on his side as well, spooning the white boy. His cock rested against Michael's butt.

Darius and Michael continued kissing each other as Todd gently kissed Michael on the shoulders and back of the neck.

Todd began working his way down Michael's back, kissing, licking, and sending electric charges up and down his spine.

Darius kept pouring on the charm. "Baby, you're amazing. I never met a white boy as cute and sexy as you."

Michael kissed Darius's neck.

"I think this is a very special night for both of us," Darius said. "I want this to be as special for you as it is for me." He glanced up at T.J. and nodded his head slightly. T.J. relit the cigarillo and handed it to Darius.

Darius filled his lungs with the smoke and, placing his lips on Michael's gently exhaled. Michael drew it in.

Then Darius put the cigarillo in Michael's mouth.

"Take some more, Baby."

Michael inhaled again. Darius handed the cigarillo back o T.J.

Todd was now halfway down the bed, kissing Michael's butt cheeks, and gently exploring with his tongue.

Darius shot another glance at T.J., who reached into the cigar box and pulled out the bundled cigarillos. He removed one from the bundle and handed it to Darius, who discreetly placed it behind him. He reached down and tapped Todd on the shoulder. Todd moved back up the bed so he was next to Michael again.

"I think Todd's feeling a little lonely," Darius said. "Show him a little more love, Baby. He's like a brother to me."

Michael obeyed and turned around so that he was now facing Todd.

Darius purred in Michael's ear, "Oh, Baby. You're so sweet. I love the way you show respect to my friends. It means so much to me. This is like a special bond between us."

T.J. lit a cigarillo (not one of the bundled ones), took a puff, and handed to Todd, who broke from his kiss just long enough to take some for himself. He handed the cigarillo over to Darius, who put in the ashtray on his nightstand. Darius then took the other cigarillo (the one that had been in the bundle), placed it in his mouth and lit it. He was careful not to inhale. He just puffed lightly enough to get it lit.

He placed the new cigarillo in Michael's mouth.

Michael inhaled the new cigarillo.

"Blow it out. Blow it out, Baby," said Darius. He didn't want Michael to hold it in too long.

Michael exhaled and heard the angels sing. This was different. And better. He felt an electric charge of happiness surge through his entire body. The lift of it was instantaneous. He had never felt this way before.

Darius looked at Todd and silently mouthed: "He get it?"

Todd nodded. Oh yeah, he got it. He got it good.

Darius whispered gently into Michael's ear, "Does it feel good, Baby?"

Michael just nodded happily.

T.J., now at the foot of the bed, silently handed Darius the tub of lube. Darius rubbed some on his dick and inched it between Michael's cheeks. He wasn't pressing against the opening. Just touching it.

"This is a very special night for us, Baby," he said softly. "This is the beginning of something very special between you and me."

He pressed his cock gently against Michael's ass. Todd watched the white boy's face intently for signs of objection or resistance.

There were none. Todd nodded to Darius, and Darius pressed slightly harder. The head of his cock was now buried in the white boy's ass.

"Is that good to you Baby?" Darius asked.

Michael nodded.

Darius kissed Michael on the neck. "I'm so glad," he said. "I just want to make you happy."

Michael sighed happily.

Todd nodded at Darius. He pushed in further.

"Let's make this night magical," said Darius. "There's alot of love in this room."

T.J., who was safely hidden from Michael's view by Todd, rolled his eyes.

Todd kissed Michael on the lips. "You're special," he said. "I've never seen Darius fall for someone like this."

Darius pushed in further.

Todd went on, "We're all like brothers here. And you're like a brother too. You're one of us. You're in the club."

Darius slid in further. He was all the way in now.

Michael sighed. "Brothers," he murmured absently.

Todd put his arms around Michael as Darius began fucking the white boy in slow, deep strokes. He began kissing him tenderly.

"Those cigarettes are good," said Michael. "Can I have some more?"

"Of course," said Todd. "In a moment."

"I feel really good," said Michael.

"I know," said Todd. "And we want you to feel that way."

Darius picked up the pace. He was close now. His first load was always his quickest.

Todd kissed Michael again. "Baby, wil you make me a promise?"

Michael nodded.

"Promise me that you'll always be loyal to our brotherhood. Promise me that you'll never betray the love."

T.J. shot Todd a look. What the fuck?

But Michael only nodded and said, "I promise."

Todd kissed Michael again tenderly. "You're so sweet and special."

Darius shot his first load into the white boy's ass. He pulled out slowly and kissed Michael on the shoulder.

"Baby, you're so kind and sweet," Darius said. "Give me a kiss."

Michael turned around to give Darius a kiss. Now his back was to Todd. Darius discreetly handed the lube over to Todd.

"I really liked that cigarette," said Michael.

"You want some more, Baby?" asked Darius.

Michael nodded.

"Ain't nothing but a word, Baby," said Darius, who reached over to get the special cigarillo and a lighter.

He placed the cigarillo in Michael's mouth. He held the lighter ready but didn't light it yet.

Todd moved closer behind the white boy.

"I want you to feel everything tonight. Do you want that?"

Michael nodded. He was staring at the cigarette.

"This is our private bond. Just you, me, and my brothers. Are you down with that?"

Michael nodded again. Todd pressed his dick against the white boy's ass.

"He's..." said Michael.

"I know, Baby," said Darius.

"But..."

"It's all good, Baby. This is a special night. We're all brothers. You're one of us."

Micheal hesitated. Darius flicked the lighter and held it a few inches from the tip of the cigarillo. Michael stared at the flame.

"You do want to make me happy, don't you?"

"Yes!"

"And I want you to be happy to."

Michael nodded.

"Let's all be happy together," said Darius, moving the flame closer to the tip of the cigarillo.

Michael nodded again.

"Okay?"

"Okay," said Michael.

Darius touched the flame to the end of the cigarillo, and Michael inhaled. Todd slid his cock into the white boy's ass.

"You're so sweet and kind," said Darius.

Michael closed his eyes as the angels began singing again.

"This is our special bond," said Darius.

Darius put the cigarillo out again and got up from the bed. Todd gently turned Michael onto his stomach and continued fucking him. Darius headed toward the bathroom, but stopped at the desk to pick up his watch. He looked at the time and smiled. He showed the watch to T.J.

It was 9:30. Darius had first approached the white boy in the bar at 8:15. An hour and fifteen minutes. Not bad.

Darius washed his dick under the faucet and took a piss in the toilet. He paused for a moment to gather himself and then went back into the bedroom.

Just like Darius, Todd's first load was also his fastest. He'd already finished, and now T.J. was taking his turn.

Todd's phone started to vibrate. He got up from the bed, and Darius took his place, whispering sweet nothings to Michael as T.J. kept fucking him.

Todd grabbed the phone and took it into the bathroom, closing the door behind him.

He came back out of the bathroom. Darius looked at him with his eyebrows raised, and Todd nodded back. Todd turned off the bathroom light, then crossed the room to turn off the room light. Darius turned off the remaining light over the nightstand on his side of the bed.

Todd stood at the door, watching through the peephole.

A few moments later, the sound of a car's motor pulled up to a space near the door. The car doors opened and closed quietly, and Todd pulled the motel room door open a crack.

Darius was on the opposite side of the bed from the door, whispering words of encouragement to the white boy as T.J picked up the pace towards his first climax of the night. Michael had his face turned towards Darius, so he didn't see the door open and the three figures enter the room silently.

But Darius saw them. He raised his head in acknowledgment and flashed a smile to them in greeting as they began silently removing their clothes.