"Telephone, Tracy."

I walked out the room behind her and took the phone in the upstairs hallway. "Hello."

"It's me." Akil. My worries began to melt. "What do you say to dinner and a movie, birthday boy?"

"The movie sounds great, but my family's all ready taken care of dinner," I replied.

"That's cool," Akil said. "I'm sure we can think of something else to do."

I felt a rise in my pants. "Don't play with me, Akil."


"What? I didn't say nothing out the way," he said.

"Man, I can't wait to give you your birthday present." He sounded like a kid on Christmas Eve.

"Well give me about an hour, okay?"

I got off the phone and headed back to Omar's room. He wasn't there. Figuring he snuck downstairs while I was on the phone, I headed in that direction. I found him sipping a Snapple and reading the latest issue of Ebony in the living room--right across from Dad.

Of course, there was no acknowledgment on his part that Omar was even there, but that didn't change the fact that he was. Omar looked over at me and smiled. I just knew he wasn't about to go THERE. I beckoned him to come with me into the kitchen. He hesitated. I motioned as if I was praying, begging him to come. He stood and followed me.

"Please think before you act," I half-whispered the minute we were alone.

"I've made up my mind, T. I was hoping you would support me."

"Support you?" My voice boomed. I quickly lowered it. "You can't ask me to support you in this, not after what I heard him say." I waved my hand toward the living room.

"Either way, it's going to happen. I'm going to be straight up this visit."

His mind was set, and no amount of talking--at least not tonight--was going to change it. "Okay, okay. Just don't...don't say nothing tonight. Please?"

He laughed. "What, do I have clear this with you first?"

"Come on, man. It's not like that. I want...I wanna be there with you, you know? I wanna be there FOR you."

"You sure? He might decide to take us both out." Omar smiled.

"Cut that shit out, Mar-Mar. This ain't funny."

"Okay. So, I guess you won't be home tonight?"

I smiled uneasily.

"All right, little bro. Good for you. Enjoy yourself," Omar said. "Don't worry. I won't ruin your b-day while you're gone."

I gave silent thanks. Why was something in my life always threatening to careen out of control? I tried to concentrate on the evening ahead with Akil. Yes. That was a calming thought. I could forget about everything except him while we were together.

After changing, I set off to pick up Akil in mom's car. He greeted me with a delicious kiss and a small box held together by a red ribbon. He wouldn't let me open it until after the movie, which meant that all through the show, I was hardly paying attention
because the anticipation was killing me. What was inside the box? A ring? A necklace? Why did Akil want me to wait?

I nearly ran out of the movie theater the second the credits began to roll. The first thing I did when we got inside the car was reach for the box. Akil just smiled as I pulled off the ribbon and opened the box. A lone key sat inside the box's red interior. A key. I didn't know what to say, and I'm sure my face showed my utter confusion.

"Pull it out," Akil instructed. I did. The key was attached to a key ring.

"Read it," he said.

The key ring read "Best Inns of America." "Best Inns? But that's a motel--" I turned to Akil. He wore the sexiest grin.

"No," I said.

"Oh yes," he replied. "Now are you going to drive us there or what, cause you know I can't hardly wait."

Chapter XXXIII

Not one word was spoken the entire drive to Best Inns, near downtown, but a hell of a lot was communicated.  Akil's hands stayed busy groping and squeezing my thighs, and he reached directly for the goods a couple times, I guess, to feel things out. I was definitely having a hard night...a hard night, that is, staying put and letting Akil's warm, heavy hands work me into a frenzy. This was the PERFECT birthday gift, exactly what I needed to take my mind off my problems. More importantly, this was something I'd been waiting around three months for. The time had come for Akil and I to pop the cork on all the passion we'd been saving up, and the explosions were guaranteed to drain us!

Akil directed me toward a parking space outside "our"room once we arrived, and neither of us wasted time getting out of the car. Akil snuggled behind me as I put the key in the lock, the feel of his brick-hard erection making me so nervous, I dropped the key.

"What's the matter? You nervous?" He whispered in my ear.

When I bent over to pick up the key, he spanked my ass. "You better open that door before I take this ass right here," Akil laughed.

I shoved the key in the lock and both of us barreled into the room, locking arms and mouths before the door closed behind us. Akil's tongue was thick and hot as it slid in and out of my mouth, and his hands were firm and insistent as he cupped my behind and ground against me. I could feel my hands shaking when I wrapped them around his neck and sucked on his tongue, but my nervousness was fading fast...and so were our clothes.

Belts went flying, and buttons were either unfastened or ripped off, depending on what worked faster. Only socks and boxers remained by the time we fell on the bed, panting and kissing.

"Wait," Akil said, raising up and feeling through the darkness for the lamp beside the bed. He flipped the switch and a dim light flooded the room. "I don't want to rush, cause I want this to be special. It's your first time and mine, too."

I swallowed, hoping my face didn't show the surprise I felt inside. I didn't want Akil thinking something that was not true, but at the same time, I couldn't just tell him that Craig had been my first lover, not him. I couldn't fathom what his response would be.

I let him take my hands into his. "This ain't just sex, Trace. This is about love. Cause I love you, understand? And I want you to feel how much love I got for you." He placed my hands on top of his boxers, directly over his stiff dick. "I want to make love TO you."

His eyes were so vivid, such a clear brown, that it was almost possible to see his love sparkling right there in his irises. I kissed first one eye and then the other. "I love you, Akil Anderson, and I want to make love WITH you."

He moved on top of me, his tongue seeking out mine. While we kissed, I eased his boxers below his hips, and he kicked them off the rest of the way. I rolled him onto his back and began to lick my way down his heavenly brown body, pausing to chew on his rubbery black nipples and smother myself in the crinkly black hairs sprouting across his chest. Akil moaned as my tongue dipped below his navel.

His smell was the all-natural musk of his potent male secretions. I couldn't resist inhaling that tangy aroma. His dick was standing at attention, a good eight or nine inches tall, capped by a pink head the size of a juicy plum. His pre-cum was leaking down both sides of his piece. He was so ready that if I wasn't careful how I proceeded, things could end long before we were BOTH satisfied.

I locked my lips around the tip of his dick and licked at his flowing piss slit, my tongue electrified by the taste of him. Opening wider, the head slipped inside my mouth. I lavished the warm and wet skin with my equally warm and wet tongue and sucked it vigorously. Akil was moving all over the bed, obviously reveling in my oral skills, but I wasn't about to let him get away, not before I...

"Oh, shit, Trace!" Half of his wrist-thick shaft had my mouth pried as far open as it would go, but I continued to twist and manuever my mouth until all but about an inch of his dick was filling my throat--and triggering my gag reflex.

I sucked up the shaft and back down again, each time a risk the way his pipe was clogging up my throat. I didn't give up, or rather, couldn't. Akil's hands were locked around my head, guiding my mouth over his dick. He also swiveled his hips so that each time I went down on him, he was slinging himself up, further into my throat.

"Whoo...okay, okay," Akil said, lifting me off of his dick. "I ain't ready to go out just yet, Trace." He pulled at my boxers and off they came. "Not before I get my chance to hit this ass right here."

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