Young Black Driver

Young Black Driver part 3 He Don't Love Me

• • • • • • • • • • • • • Disclaimer: This story is purely fictional. Any similarities to actual persons or events are purely coincidental. - - - - - - - - - - - - -

It had been another long night at work. I came home hoping to get into Michael's tight ass before bed. As I headed to the bedroom, I heard moaning. I grinned, thinking Michael was fucking himself with the dildo I had recently bought him. However, such was not the case. I turned the corner to find Michael on all fours, chest to the mattress and ass raised, while Carl - the guy who had so unceremoniously kicked him out - was balls-deep in his ass. His slim brown frame worked overtime slamming back and forth through Michael's round booty.

To say I was pissed was an understatement yet I stood there and watched, leaning against the door-frame. I wasn't watching because I was interested. I was plotting what the hell I would do to Michael when they were done. They were backing the doorway and hadn't heard me enter with all the moaning and the loud sound of flesh slapping flesh. I heard Michael begging Carl to fuck him harder. From the way Carl was huffing, I knew he wouldn't last much longer.

"AHHHH FUCK!" Carl roared. His body quivered and he collapsed on top of Michael. After a few moments he stood and pulled out. I could see his creamy load dribbling from Michael's asshole. Time to step in.

"Hope you enjoyed yourself, Mike," I growled.

"Oh shit! Rodney? It wasn't like I planned this," Carl started.

"Shut the fuck up and get the fuck out, now!" I snapped, stepping back so he could rush from the bedroom. I walked him to the door and didn't even let him get on his jeans properly before I booted him out.

"Don't let me even see you again," I warned before slamming the door shut. Michael was pulling on his boxers when I returned to the room.

"Where you going?"

"Rodney. I didn't mean for it to happen. Carl came over asking for a second chance and one thing led to another-"

"One thing led to another?!" I interrupted, "You think I'm stupid! We agreed that we would get back together! I let you stay here even though you don't have a job and can't contribute shit and this is how you do me?!"

"Rodney, I'm sorry! I didn't mean for it to-"

"Get the fuck out!"

"What?"

"Get the fuck out! Get your shit and get out!"

"But I have nowhere to go."

"Oh I know somewhere." I 'helped' Michael gather his stuff and drove him the couple blocks to Carl's place.

"Rodney?! Look, man. I'm not looking for more trouble," Carl started.

"I'm not here for trouble. I'm here to give you what you want," I said, shoving Michael forward, "you want his little slut ass, you can have him." With that I turned and stomped downstairs to my car.

I drove around for a while, trying to clear my head. I couldn't believe Michael. After all I had done for him. I was still horny and needed some relief, and fast! At first, I thought of heading to the pier where all the gay kids hung out but most of them were in the same situation as Michael: kicked out of house and home, had no money so they sold their asses for cash. I refused to be a part of that. I needed a real man. Someone who could stand on his own two feet, unlike Michael, and who wasn't afraid to be himself no matter who was watching, unlike KaiRon.

I needed an escape so I went home, showered, dressed, and headed to Club Ebano, the nightclub Kai had introduced me to. The bouncer remembered my face and let me in. That was the first good sign. The club lighting had changed from the last time I'd been there. Instead of the confusing flashing, spinning colors it looked more like underground warehouse with only a few bright lights, one in each corner, making the dance floor appear as a gray sea of moving bodies.

I headed to the bar and ordered a drink. As I sat there sipping on it, I noticed someone staring at me. He was good-looking; about my height and build with a darker complexion. His hair was in shoulder-length braids and his face was clean-shaven but for a thin mustache. I smiled and nodded, inviting him over.

"Hi, I'm Jerome," he introduced himself.

"I'm Rodney. How are you."

"Good. You seem lonely."

"Kind of. Want to help me out with that?"

"Sure...want to dance?"

We headed to the floor, which was already packed but we found a space near the wall. I let him lead since I wasn't a very good dancer. It started getting really hot, and we were both sweating as he rubbed his hard crotch against mine. Our lips met and I fed him my tongue while groping his round ass. I ran my hands up his back and along his torso, feeling his tight, well-developed body.

"Want to do something other than dance?" he asked, kneading my hard cock through my jeans.

"Let's go back to my place," I suggested.

Once we got inside, we were all over each other, kissing and ripping off clothing as we stumbled to the bedroom. I sat on the edge of the bed and admired his body as he stepped out of his jeans. He had some tattoos I hadn't noticed before in the club but the lighting in my room showed them up clear as day against his dark skin. They appeared to be gang tattoos.

"Want to know about them?" he asked.

"Only if you want to tell."

"I'll be upfront with you. I did a stretch when I was younger. Is that a problem."

"Nah. Everyone makes mistakes," I said, suddenly realizing the irony because of how I'd treated Michael. I felt my excitement wane. "I can't do this."

"I thought you said it wasn't a problem."

"It's not you," I said, and went briefly into what had happened earlier that night.

"You should go get him then. If he still wants you then good but if he's changed his mind, here's my number," Jerome said, handing me a card.

"Want me to drop you back to the club?"

"Nah, it's cool. I'll bus it or take the subway," he said, getting dressed. I walked him to the door then flopped down on the couch, wondering if Michael would have it in his heart to forgive me.

"You again?" Carl barked as I stood at his doorway. It was after two in the morning.

"I just need to talk to Michael, that's all," I assured him.

"Fine, wait here," he grumbled. A few moments later, Michael appeared at the door.

"I didn't fuck him again, if that's what you want to know," he growled. Yeah, he was kind of pissed with me too.

"I just have one question for you Michael. Do you love me?"

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"I mean, do you love me? Are you really willing to work through all this shit to be with me or were you just using me for housing and sex? Do you really have any feelings of love for me?"

He stood there blank for a while, stuttering and shuffling his feet. That was all I needed to see. I had my answer. I turned and was heading back downstairs when he stopped me.

"Rodney...I'm sorry. I loved you once. I thought we could be like we were before but I just don't feel the same way, as hard as I've tried."

"You don't have to try to love someone, Michael. It just happens. Why don't you go back upstairs and back in bed with Carl. I can smell the sex on you," I said, getting a look of shock from Michael.

"Don't be surprised," I continued, "You and I both know Carl's not the type of man to let a hot ass like yours go un-fucked, especially when it's right next to him. Good-bye, Michael."

Yes, it's an older version of the same Jerome from my other story "First Night in Juvie". Read it if you haven't done so already.

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