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By Chris Carr
Copyright © 01/07/2002
Amidst the shelves of homespun novelties, he first spied him, casually browsing the greeting cards. No… he’d actually seen him first at the hotel, ducking out the door for his car. Had he followed him? That was ridiculous, Dahntay thought, picking up a hand sewn pot holder. Riley, the soft-spoken attendant at the front desk had recommended the shop and that was why he’d come.
Glancing up, he briefly caught the man’s eye, immediately looking away. Was he looking at me? Oh sure, just what I need, Dahntay thought, looking at scented candles. What he needed was rest. Rest from his hectic job and busy life. At least, that’s what the doctor told him.
“How much are these?” Dahntay asked, holding up a candle.
“$3.95,” the friendly clerk replied, peering over her tabloid magazine.
Dahntay sniffed the candle, the scented aromas pleasant. Picking an additional candle, he headed for the counter. To his surprise, tall and goodlooking was there, completing his purchase. Waiting patiently Dahntay glanced through a display of tasseled bookmarks, his face burning as he avoided the man’s glances.
Men were so difficult. I mean, here was a sexy assed nigga, foine enough to eat but what did those looks mean? Even more important, hadn’t he sworn off men?
The attendant was talking to him. Looking up, he caught a glimpse of sexy B’s ass, just as he ducked out the door.
“Oh,” he stuttered, looking at the salesperson. “Yes, just this.”
Busyness. It was his first name. Twelve and fifteen hour days, rife with unending duties, an entire hotel to maintain. Not to mention his mother, bless her heart, who lived with him. Cleaning house, washing clothes, fixing dinner.
But it’d always been like that. At age fourteen, he’d got his first job at a local office. For nearly two years he held the after school position, typing records and filing. He was never without a job from then on, for the most part supporting himself and his mom through his adult years. Now, at 26, it was all he knew.
Wonderfully warm sunshine greeting him, he strolled down Main street, glancing in shop windows. Riley told him this quaint New England town had been here since the 1700’s surviving the Revolutionary war and several union battles.
“Check out the town museum,” he’d suggested in that smooth Texas drawl of his.
At a café that afternoon, he remembered Derron. How long had it been, he thought, sipping an espresso? Damn, if that nigga didn’t have the sexiest lips. Glancing out the window, he recalled the last time they’d been together.
“Ain’t never gon’ forget you,” he’d whispered, nibbling at this ear. Squirming, Dahntay tried in vain to stop the inevitable. Derron knew the spots though, and he wouldn’t let his ear go.
Those old feelings surfacing, Dahntay waved for a waitress. On the street, he noticed a bandstand out on the town green. Wandering over, he listened as a blues band rendered soft music.
It could’ve gone on forever, far as he was concerned, but Derron was trouble. Though he was separated from his wife, he still had ties to her. Drifting between jobs, he seldom had sufficient funds, gladly deferring his financial needs to Dahntay.
“Boy ain’t no good,” his mother quipped, upon meeting him. “Can see it in his eyes.”
God, if mom really knew, he shuddered, glancing around as if she was there. The band was playing an old Billy Holiday tune, one of his favorites. A small crowd gathered, standing casually around the bandstand, some swaying to the music.
Dahntay bought that boy everything. One Christmas, he even “loaned” him the money to buy his daughter a few Christmas gifts. “You the sweetest thing I’ve ever seen,” Derron cooed, kissing him passionately.
“Stop it,” Dahntay fussed, glancing at his house. They were parked in the driveway and he couldn’t help wondering if his mother could see him.
“But I love you so much,” Derron continued, kissing him again.
Not long after that, Derron disappeared, taking with him his designer watch which, at the time he’d promised to return. Months later, he resurfaced, that impish grin on his face.
“I’m sorry, baby,” he apologized, “but you should see the shit I’ve been through.”
Would he take him back, Dahntay pondered, strolling down the boulevard for his hotel? If Derron showed up today, would he take him back? He didn’t want to consider it.
In the hotel lobby, he noticed tall and lovely at the front desk, shuffling through phone messages. What was it about tall men? Derron was over six feet. Tall, with a shaven head and manicured goatee. Tall, sleek… honey brown…
“’Scuse me? I said, you got a pen?”
Blinking, Dahntay looked up, his eyes focusing on the sexiest pair of chestnut brown eyes you’ve ever seen.
“Uh… yes,” He stuttered, reaching into his pocket and handing the man a pen.
“Thanks,” Handsome stated, stepping to the desk. Scribbling on a piece of paper he returned, “Thanks,” he said, shaking Dahntay’s hand. “Amir. Visiting here from Michigan. You?”
“Um… New York.”
“Brooklyn?”
“How’d you guess?”
“Lucky guess.”
Amir looked around, an awkward silence passing.
“Well, see ya,” He said, handing Dahntay his pen.
Kiss him, Dahntay insisted, edging forward. Kiss him girl, you know you want to. Staring at the huge movie screen, he held his breath as the love struck star approached her intended. Straining forward, his heart raced as she finally connected, mouth entwining, tongue dashing.
Satiated, Dahntay slumped in his seat. Nothing like a good love story, he thought, the credits rolling. Exiting the theater, he strolled down the quiet street, head in the air, humming the movie’s love theme. So doctor Connedy was right. Getting away had proven therapeutic. He almost dreaded returning to his driven lifestyle in New York.
“What a nice town,” He uttered, head still in the sky.
“Sure is,” a voice replied. Jumping, Dahntay looked around. “I was just telling the guy at the front desk that today,” Amir continued. Startled, Dahntay stared at the man, his heart thumping.
“Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you.”
Continuing, they walked in silence, Dahntay stealing glances at the man, his palms sweaty.
“I was a boy,” Amir started, “my folks used to take me and my brother to their hometown in Alabama. Used to hate it. Wasn’t nothing to do. I made a promise that I’d never stay in a town like this.”
“Me too,” Dahntay concurred.
“But now….”
Pausing in front of a coffee shop Amir proposed, “Would you like a cup of coffee?”
“Sure.” Beaming, Amir opened the door.
“So what part of Alabama?” Dahntay inquired as they waited for their orders.
“Little town called Linden.”
“North of Mobile?”
“Yeah! How’d you know?”
“Got an aunt stays down there. You know the Thompson’s? Hattie Thompson?”
“Not sure I do. Like I said, I used to hate that place. Ol’ dirt roads and squat houses. And they didn’t even have a movie theater. And that water…”
“Yeah!”
“What was it with that water?”
“All I know was it tasted nasty.”
“Like it was coming from dirty pipes or something.”
“My aunt said it’d been like that long as she can remember and she’s in her 70’s. My mother used to drink Pepsi when she was down there.”
“Much rather that than that water.”
Their orders arriving, they both doctored their coffees to suit their taste.
“Ol’ Linden Alabama,” Amir chuckled, dumping sugar in his coffee. “Small world.”
“Small world.”
“So what brings you up here?”
“My doctor.”
“Your doctor?”
Chuckling, Dahntay explained. “Actually, he insisted I take a ‘break’. Said I was stressing too much and that I needed to get away.”
“I feel ya’. Needed a ‘break’ myself,” Amir concurred, sipping his coffee.
“From the wife?” Dahntay nervously inquired.
Amir shook his head, holding up his naked ring finger. “Ain’t married, bro.”
“Lady?”
“Ain’t with nobody right now. How ‘bout you?”
“Just me,” Dahntay blushed.
Sipping in silence, the pair studied their drinks. Don’t do it, Dahntay. You know how this always turns out. Glancing up, he caught Amir staring at him. Blushing again, he looked at his cup.
“How is it?”
“Huh? Oh, tastes good,” Dahntay said, sipping again.
“Naw… How is it a nice brotha like yourself ain’t with nobody?”
No he didn’t!
“Uh… I might ask you the same thing.”
“Yeah, but I asked first,” Amir countered, his deep voice rumbling.
“Just… ain’t found the right.. person.”
“I feel ya’.”
“Everything ok? More coffee?” Their waitress inquired. Nodding in unison, they waited until she left.
“So what you looking for?” Amir inquired.
“You asking a lot of questions,” Dahntay squirmed.
“It’s cool. Just asked. So what ‘bout those Patriots?”
Dahntay chuckled, raising his cup for another sip.
“I want somebody that’s real,” He offered.
“Yeah, what’s that mean? No… it’s just, people always saying that.”
“To old for games.”
“See… that’s another one.” Blushing, Dahntay looked away. “Just say it. What you looking for?”
“I can’t ‘just say it.’ I mean, what if I was to ask you the same thing?”
Huffing, Amir looked away for a second, returning to train those intense, charming eyes on him. “I’d probably say I want someone that’s mature, and sensitive. That’s got a head on their shoulders and enjoys good conversation. That isn’t stuck up, or looking for a hand out. That likes the things I like and doesn’t mind sharing.”
“Sounds like you’ve thought this out,” Dahntay said, following a long silence.
“Ain’t easy to find.”
“What ‘things’?”
“Huh? Oh… I like movies, like the one we just saw.”
“You were there?” Amir nodded his head.
“That guy at the front desk suggested I see it.”
“He told me the same thing,” Dahntay smiled.
“Hmmm… we’ll get back to that. Anyway. Like I was saying. I like a good movie. I like music, mostly ol’ school. Um…. I like time alone with that special someone. You know, doing things together like cooking a meal or just hanging out.”
“You cook?”
“Don’t think a brotha like me cooks? On the real, I’m not that good a cook, though, but I like good cooking and wouldn’t mind helping around the kitchen for it.”
Dahntay processed what he’d offered, sipping quietly on his coffee.
“What else?” He inquired.
“Uh… else what?”
“Nothing.”
“Naw, you ain’t getting out that easy. ‘Sides, you ain’t told me nothing yet.”
“Ditto.”
Wagging his finger, Amir protested, “You hiding. What you like?”
“What are we talking about here?”
“What you like?”
“No, honest. We talking about what I think we’re talking about?”
“Ain’t a mind reader.”
“Oh, so you gon’ make me say it, huh?”
Looking into Amir’s eyes, Dahntay paused, his words failing him. He was so inept in these exchanges, usually botching the opportunity.
“I know you like me,” Amir simply stated. Gasping, Dahntay bucked his eyes. “But that’s cool, I like you too. You talking ‘bout not playing games and you ain’t even been ‘fo real’.”
A sudden sweat breaking out on his brow, Dahntay stared at Amir, flushed. “So what you like?”
In a darkened room, sounds of Roberta Flack drifted from the clock radio, her “Killing Me Softly” in its second verse. Moaning softly, Dahntay glanced at the radio, a lone red light announcing its presence in the dark. He’d searched for this some time, an R&B station unavailable in this corner of the country. When he’d chanced upon the rendition, he couldn’t believe it.
He’d finally talked, expressing feelings he rarely discussed. When Amir made the invitation, he felt a rush of feelings, a bit surprised at his spontaneity. The sky seemed filled with stars as they strolled to the hotel, each one twinkling brilliantly.
At his room, he’d demurred, quietly standing as Amir approached, his riveting brown eyes devouring him. Nibbling softly on his neck, Amir whispered, “like this?” Trembling, Dahntay moaned consent, his head reeling. Tall, honey brown nigga with sexy brown eyes in my room, he shuddered.
Hands skillfully unbuttoning, his shirt fell to the floor, exposing his chest. It had been so long. So long since he’d allowed this. So long, he’d almost given up. But why, he wondered, observing Amir’s attention to his body? I’m a good looking nigga. Maybe slightly overweight but I got it all in the right places. Why haven’t I…..
“Ooooh,” he moaned, Amir’s sensuous, full lips latching onto his nipple. Clutching his bobbing head in his hands, Dahntay caressed his smooth, bald head.
Removing his shirt as well, Amir worked on Dahntay’s belt, opening his pants. Darting his hand within the warm confines of his crotch, he stroked Dahntay’s hardness through his briefs.
“Been looking at you all weekend,” he mewled, licking his other nipple. Stepping out of his pants, Dahntay stepped back, Amir guiding him to the bed.
“Saw you at that novelty store and just ‘bout nutted up over that big ass of yours.”
Passing his tongue lewdly over Dahntay’s navel, Amir dipped between his legs, extracting his briefs. Lifting his legs, he seductively removed each sock, raising a foot to lick his tongue up the sole, his eyes boring into Dahntay’s. His toes wiggling, Dahntay could hardly believe his fortune.
Moving between his legs, Amir whispered, “think that guy at the front desk sent us to the same movie on purpose. But that’s cool,” he continued, licking up his leg toward his crotch. Dahntay spread his legs as Amir traveled, kissing and licking to his balls.
“You smell good,” he whispered, moving up and over his throbbing erection. Sliding his mouth down Dahntay’s hardness, he sucked, provoking moans and shaking.
There was a rustling of clothes as Amir undressed, his mouth still locked on Dahntay’s rigidity. He don’t stop… Dahntay cautioned, his dick tossing about Amir’s talented mouth. Removing his socks, Amir climbed atop him, his muscled chest rippling in the darkness. His breath tickling Dahntay’s ear, he sprawled, his body warm.
Amir nibbled at his ear, causing him to tremor. Laying in the darkness, he sensed the man above him. His well proportioned chest with its smattering of fine hair. The contours of the flexing muscles in his arms. His bulging pecs and the urgent growth, prodding his stomach, its long length oozing a trail.
Their bodies groping against each other, twin dicks rubbed and squished between them. Amir wrapped his strong arms about him, sighing softly as they entwined. Then, raising his head, he moved toward him, embracing him in a passionate kiss. A kiss that sent him reeling. A kiss way better than the actors in the movie.
A small whimper escaping him, Dahntay felt himself give way to feelings he’d fought for some time. Could this be…. He never finished the thought, his arms involuntarily raising to enfold the man atop him. Sweeping his hands across Amir’s sinuous back, he felt this dick spasm between them, begging for release. In a bold move, he moved southward, cautiously caressing the man’s humping asscheeks.
Enflamed, Amir reached beneath them, raising Dahntay’s legs about his waist. His dagger probing between Dahntay’s legs, he slicked it up with his juices. Their kiss never breaking, Dahntay let out a pronounced groan as Amir’s stiff pole invaded him. Writhing and shaking upon his insistent length, he felt it reach into his essence, widening him with every inch.
Gripping him in a death hold, Dahntay held on until all of him was inside. Amir grunted, Dahntay’s tight orifice snapped snugly around his club. Holding the wiggling youth, he stroked his dick heartily, stretching Dahntay’s quivering hole.
“Different with a nigga old enough to know what he’s doin’, huh?” Amir entreated, entering him again. Dahntay merely moaned, his arms clutching Amir’s body.
Amir’s dick found a rhythm, rubbing salaciously about Dahntay’s channel. Whimpering and writhing, he looked up at the man fucking him, accepting that an older man was the key.
“Amir,” he whispered, caressing the man’s slightly gray hair.
Traveling on doves wings, sweet solace embraced him, waves of sensations caressing him. Fervently rocking beneath Amir’s thrusts, he felt it first in his asshole. Undulating in ripples throughout the length of his tunnel, he felt his muscles contract, the spasms ricocheting up and into his throbbing dick. Crying out, he bucked, his dick releasing torrents of fiery liquid.
Echoing his yowl, Amir bellowed, his hips rising and falling rapidly in cool night air. Holding the sweet youth beneath him, the 42 year old slammed his dick deeper, locking it in the recesses of Dahntay’s trembling passage. From his dancing toes to the tip of his swelling dick, every nerve seemed aglow. Plunging his girth yet deeper, he froze, enraptured as his current advanced from his churning balls, gathering speed to exit out the engorged head of his dick.
Huge spurts dashing against Dahntay’s scorching tunnel, it squished and made sloppy their union. Still caught in the throes of his orgasm, Dahntay wrapped his legs about Amir’s waist, urging his hips downward with his feet. With every thrust, his dick exploded, hurling hot jets between them.
Dahntay swore off young men after that night, accepting they’d been nothing but headaches. Readily consenting to a trade of phone numbers with Amir, they talked often, sharing their ups and downs, their friendship growing. Drawing from Amir’s strength, he finally “came out” to his mother and friends, insisting they respect him for who he truly was. His life radically changing, he found it less hectic and more fulfilling.
Though he hardly needed the “escape” anymore, he always found time to “get away.” Traveling to their weekend retreat, he’d meet Amir at the quaint hotel, Riley, the front desk attendant greeting him with them with a knowing smile. He’d resisted doctor Connedy’s suggestion initially but, gazing into Amir’s amorously erotic eyes, he knew, this was just what the doctor ordered.
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