This story is inspired by a series written by @morrisondauthor. I’ve received his permission to use his characters and post onto Tumblr. Enjoy.
I got home to find Zade and M.J. playing on the couch. They were having such a good time they didn’t even notice that I had come in. Z loved kids and was always willing to watch M.J. whenever I needed to step out while he was with me. Ever since I enrolled back in college part-time, the two were spending a lot more time together. The way Z cared for him, you would have thought that M.J. was his son and not mine. Seeing them get along well made me so happy that I couldn’t help but smile watching them together. He spent every other weekend with Zade and me, and sometimes a night or two during the week when Danitra was at work. M.J. had grown so much in the last two years. It was hard to believe that he was four already. He was at the pre-school I wanted to send him to, his teachers said he was doing well, he was happy, and most importantly I could get him anything he needed without having to worry about money.
“Guess who’s home!,” I interrupted, finally getting their attention.
“Daddy!” M.J. shouted as he ran over to me.
“Hey, baby boy,” I said as I bent down and picked him up. “You have a good day with Uncle Zade?”
“Yeah, I did.” he smiled. “We played Lego and we watched Paw Patrol.”
“Yes daddy,” he giggled. “You wanna see what Uncle Zade and I made with the Lego?”
“Sure.” I put him down and watched as he ran into the second bedroom, which was now more of a playroom. I then went over and sat on the couch next to Z who switched the channel from Disney to ESPN. “Sup, Z.”
“What’s good bruh,” he responded with a knowing smirk. I could tell that he was happy to see me, and it was turning me on.
“M.J. ain’t give you no trouble?”
“Naw, little man is my best friend,” he laughed. “I could hang out with him all week.”
“That’s what’s up.” M.J. ran back in the living room with a Lego truck made with the rubber wheels I’d got for him the day before. He excitedly handed it to me and I started rolling it on the living room table. “Danitra called. She’ll be here any minute.”
“A’ight, M.J.’s stuff is all packed already.” He got up and brought M.J.’s bag to the kitchen while we played together. If someone told me two years ago back when I was still working at Wal-Mart that I would start fooling around with this nigga, I probably would’ve punched them in their face. I only did that so I could get myself in a better position to provide for my son. But it felt good, and after we went all the way that first time, the lines got blurred. It messed with my head and things got awkward for a while because I didn’t know what to do about how I was feeling. I still tried to kick it with girls but it just wasn’t the same. Then one night he went out and got drunk and brought a girl over. I got so jealous we didn’t speak for days. After a while I admitted to him that I had fallen for him. What a difference two years can make. My train of thought was disrupted when I heard Danitra’s car horn outside.
“Ok, baby boy. Your mama’s here,” I said, going over to the kitchen counter for M.J’s bag. “Say goodbye to Uncle Zade.” He reluctantly gave Zade a hug and I could see his lip quiver as I picked him up and headed for the door. When it was just the three of us it was easy to start imagining we were a little family.
“See you soon, little man.”
Since I got the court order, Danitra didn’t bother me as much as she used to. Every now and then she would have something smart to say, but most days we kept it cordial for the sake of our son. We didn’t speak at all if it didn’t have to do with M.J. I latched him into his car seat and gave him a kiss on the forehead. I closed the back passenger door and said, “Text me when y’all get home.”
“You know you ain’t slick, Mike,” she frowned. Here we go again, I thought.
“Danitra, I just spent the whole day at the library instead of with my son. I ain’t getting into it with you today.”
She ignored me. “I’m gonna keep my cool today because M.J. is in the car, but just know you ain’t slick.”
“Girl, whatever. Just text me, a’ight.” I began making my way back into the apartment.
“I figured you and Zade out,” she continued. “He’s your boyfriend ain’t it?”
“What?” I said, stopping dead in my tracks. I could feel myself start to get heated. I had taken a lot of shit from her over the years, but this hit too close to home.
“You and Zade. Y’all are parading around Atlanta acting like y’all are just roommates,” she quickly looked back to see that M.J. had his headphones on and his attention was on Paw Patrol on his iPad, then whispered, “but a birdie told me he likes to take it up the ass, and suddenly everything starts making sense. A real nigga making his own money would at least have his own place.”
“I said I’m not gonna get into it with you, Danitra,” I said, as I started walking back in again.
“Yeah, because I’m right,” she started shouting. “So go ahead and walk away, faggot!”
“Well, I’m not the one stickin’ my dick up another nigga’s ass, Mike.”
“So what?” I snapped. “So fuckin’ what, Danitra? I don’t owe you anything, not even my attention. You and I are not together. We ain’t ever getting together and if it wasn’t for M.J., I wouldn’t even look in your direction. That’s because I’m happy, Danitra. I’m good, with or without you. Whether that’s because of Zade or not, it still ain’t got nothin’ to do with you. So whatever stupid game you’re tryin’ to play ain’t gonna work. Now, like I said, text me when you get home.”
“Boy, bye,” she quipped, finally starting the engine. “You better keep that homo shit far away from my son!”
The truth was, she was right. Since the day of my admission to him, Zade and I have been exclusive. We never put a label on it or anything but he and I had built a bond that I’ve never had with a female and only got stronger with time. I was starting to think we might be with each other for life, whatever you wanna call that. I continued walking back into the apartment building in a daze because I had just admitted my relationship with Zade the very last person I wanted to tell. As soon as I got inside, I instinctively went to the fridge, opened up a Heineken and downed it.
“You ain’t gonna offer me none?” Zade said, snapping me out of my daze.
“My bad.” I got another two bottles, handing him one when I joined him on the couch. I nervously played around on my phone, too caught up in my own thoughts to say anything. We sat in silence for a while before he spoke up.
“Did you and Danitra get heated again?”
“Yeah,” I said, a few seconds ever he asked.
“What’s got her mad now?” he asked, masking his concern with a chuckle.
“I thought you said y’all ain’t gettin’ together.”
“Naw, not me and her,” I corrected. “Me and you.”
“What?” he responded, shifting uncomfortably on the couch. “What about me and you?”
“She asked about our relationship.” There was an awkward silence before he spoke again.
“What did you say?” he asked, looking nervously at me.
I took a deep breath before admitting, “She asked if you were my boyfriend. I tried to brush it off, but she kept pushin’ my buttons and pushin’ my buttons and I just… snapped.”
“I basically admitted it to her.” There was another long pause before I continued. “But she got me thinkin’, if I’m happy, so what? I’m happier now than I’ve been in a minute. Just chillin’ on the couch with you makes me happy. Comin’ home to you and M.J. playin’ on the sofa makes me happy. I can provide anythin’ my son wants. M.J. loves you and you care for him like he’s your own kid. I’m back in school. I wouldn’t change nothin’ about my life right now. And it all started when you came up to me at Walmart all that time ago. You’re a big reason why my life is so good right now and I don’t wanna give that shit up.”
“Oh, baby,” he said softly, scooting closer and wrapping his arms around me. I could feel my eyes start to well up and my voice shake as I sunk into his embrace. We only ever spoke like we were boys. We never used affectionate language like that, and hearing him call me that made me lose any fear that I might have had. “I didn’t know you felt that way.”
“It’s true,” I continued. “And the more I think about it, the more I realize I ain’t got nothing to be ashamed of. I don’t actually care who knows about us, ‘cause what we got is good. And the longer I keep hiding how I feel and what we got, the longer Danitra, and anyone else for that matter, will have power over me and my happiness.”
“I think I’m ready, Z,” I admitted. My hand instinctively locked with his. “I know you been havin’ a hard time keeping us DL and what not, but people are clearly starting to suspect us now, so what’s the point in keepin’ it a secret?”
“I don’t know what to say.”
“You ain’t gotta say nothin’. I know your heart, Z, and it’s told me everythin’ I need to know.” I held his arm tighter around my chest, the sound of his breathing in my ear soothing whatever anxiety I was still feeling. We sat like that for a minute, with me rubbing his arm and ESPN playing highlights on the television screen, until he slipped his hand under my shirt and started rubbing up and down my abs. A smile crept onto my face as I looked up at him. “What are you doin’?”
“Everything you said got me thinking too,” he began, pinching my nipple. “What you did today wasn’t easy, and I appreciate that because it tells me that you trust me. It takes a real man to let their guard down like that and that’s what you are. That shit be sexy as fuck.”
“Hell yeah. And since I make you so happy, I should probably keep it that way so you don’t try to leave.”
“Oh, you think I’m gonna leave? After I just poured my heart and soul out to another nigga?”
“I just wanted you to know, being with you makes me happy too.”
“Oh yeah?” Instead of responding, he took my hand and led me to our bedroom then faced me. I got hard just from the way he was staring at me. Before him, I had never even thought of looking at another nigga, but in that moment he was like a magnetic force I didn’t ever wanna be pulled away from. He kissed and caressed all over my body as he started undressing me, with my dick bouncing furiously in response, but he was careful not to touch it at all. I was a little sweaty from being out all day, but that didn’t seem to bother him. Everything he was doing to me felt electric. I then returned the favour, trying to feel as much of him as I could, not wanting to take my eyes off of his naked body. I don’t know how he did it or when it happened, but I had become so attracted to him. When I was done, we stood in front of each other with our hands locked. The way he looked at me was like he was staring at my soul.
“You’re so fuckin’ sexy, Michael,” he whispered. Hearing him use my full name made my already dick throb. “Everything about you is sexy to me.”
“Yeah?” I said with a smirk, closing the gap between us. I took his hands and placed them on my ass cheeks. I then kissed him deeper and with more passion than I ever have. “I’m all yours, Z. Whenever you want, whatever you want, you can have it.”
“Can I have this?” He took hold of my hard nine-inches and squeezed, making my knees buckle.
“You do whatever you want with it, baby, but you better be ready for me to do the same to you.”
“Like you said, whenever you want.” We locked into another wet kiss before he threw me aggressively onto the bed. The way he looked at me was driving me wild. He climbed on top of me and started sucking all on my neck and torso, leaving a trail of hickeys leading to my dick. He looked seductively at me as he swallowed half of it in one swoop, slobbering on it like an ice cream cone.
“Fuck, Z. Get messy with that shit.” I spun him around until his dick was at my mouth and took him into my throat. We stayed in that position, sucking on each other for a few minutes. I then started sucking on each of his balls before rimming him, with Zade following my lead. His scent was intoxicating—a mix of cocoa butter and sweat. I ate his ass out like it was my last meal, getting it wet in the process, then easily sunk two fingers in his moist hole and pressed on his prostate.
“That shit feel so good, Mike,” he moaned.
“You want me to fuck you, baby?” I said, sticking in a third finger.
“You gon’ let me dig up in your booty with this big ass dick?”
“Fuck Michael, yes please,” he begged, waving his ass in the air. “Stop teasin’ already.”
I then got into the doggy-style position, lubed up my dick and lined it up with his hole. “You better fuck me as good as I’m about to fuck you.” I sunk half my dick in one stroke, getting a low moan out of him. He didn’t flinch, so I knew he wanted the rest. I wasted no time pushing all nine inches in. He clenched his ass muscles, gripping my dick like a vice. I long-dicked him for a good ten minutes, spitting on his hole every now and then to keep it sloppy, with him matching my every stroke. I pulled out to see his asshole winking at me, and instinctively dug my tongue into his open hole. I was an addict. He had me wanting to do shit with him I wouldn’t even imagine doing with anyone else.
“You’re so nasty, baby,” he moaned, spreading his cheeks and smothering my face. “Kiss me.” I lay on top of him and we started swapping spit in a passionate kiss, my dick comfortably lodged between his ass cheeks.
“My turn.” I flipped him over onto his back taking his hard dick in my mouth again, and manoeuvred until my ass was in his face. He ate me out good, sticking his index and middle fingers in as I loosened up. Two years ago, I wouldn’t have dreamed of being in this position. Now, I wanted his dick in me just as much as I wanted my dick in his tight hole. No longer willing to wait, I squirted some lube onto his dick and squatted over his torso, slowly setting myself down on him, and enjoying the feeling of my asshole stretching to accommodate him.
“Hell yeah, nigga,” I responded. My dick was rock hard and leaking precum all over his abs. He scooped a good amount onto his fingers and fed it to me, which I gladly accepted, then held onto my waist as I began bouncing on his dick. My own dick was slapping on his abs with every down stroke. Our eyes met and we were locked into each other’s facial expressions. Seeing him frown and bite his bottom lip was so sexy. The feeling of his dick in my ass was driving me crazy. He was hitting my prostate with every stroke. I could tell I was giving him just as much pleasure as he was giving me. Without breaking the rhythm, I leaned over and kissed him. “Do you love me, Zade?”
“I love you, Michael,” he answered. He squirmed underneath me and I could feel his dick pulse in my ass as I slobbered on his ear. “Fuck, what are you doing to me?”
“Say it again,” I whispered, then blowing cool air into his ear. “Say you love me.”
“I love you so much, Zade. I don’t ever wanna let this shit we have go, do you hear me? I want to make you feel as good as you make me. I want you to bust up my ass, okay?”
“Oh my god, Mike!” I felt the first of at least eight hard squirts of his nut shoot into my ass, sending me over the edge.
“Ah fuck!” I then bust my own load all over his chest and face. I collapsed on top of him, with his hard dick still lodged up in me. We were both breathing heavy, basking in the afterglow. I looked at him, and burst out laughing.
“My nut got you looking like a Krispy Kreme donut,” I answered, licking it off his face.
“Fuck you, nigga!” We lay in silence for a while, catching our breath. I could feel his nut leaking out of me, so I collected some on my fingers and put them in his mouth. He happily sucked them clean then kissed me. He got me doing nasty shit with him and I loved it. He stopped and looked at me with a smile.
“Mean what?” I knew what he was talking about it but I decided to play coy.
“You said you love me, did you mean it?”
“Nigga, you said it first.” I chuckled.
“But did you mean it?” I propped my head up with my elbows and we locked eyes.
“I sure did,” he said, matter-of-factly. I felt my heart swell. I couldn’t get enough of this nigga. “I wanna hear you say it again.”
“I’m in love with you, Zade,” I answered after a deep breath. A wide smiled beamed across his face. “And I wanna face the world with you next to me.”
“I’m in love with you too, baby.” His hardening dick slapped against my leg, and I knew he was ready to go again. So was I. “It’s me and you now, Mike. It’s me and you.”
We spent the rest of the night making love to each other, slowly and delicately, swapping positions as often as we could. Without having to say it, we knew we would be doing exactly that for many more nights to come, and that we would be together, no matter what.
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