Tyrone was taking his time. “Same shit, different day” was a regular thought each morning and it was no different when his eyes opened on this morning. Every day was much the same as the next and so, on this day, as he occasionally did, he slipped away from the repetition of his daily life. Instead of meeting up with his bros and the constancy of the hood, he was now ambling through the city streets of Cleveland. He was not bored; he just needed to get away from his regular life and the all-too familiar faces of his world. These sort of clandestine departures were not at all unusual. Tyrone had a purpose on each occasion and that purpose was ensconced in his secret desire for sex.

 

With a single intention in mind, Tyrone had been meandering through the streets for nearly an hour. He was horny well before he arrived uptown and now, an hour later, he thought with some extra stimulation, his cock could easily explode. He was thinking that instead of doing what he was doing, it would be easier to just jack off a load. He wanted some hot sex desperately but it seemed to be an unreasonable desire at that moment. For some reason, no man’s eyes were connecting with his and so no man was coming to the party.

 

The reason men were his secret desire was because he was bisexual, at least technically speaking. The thing was that he was not openly bisexual. Almost everyone that knew him thought he was a straight fiend for pussy. Most of his bros thought he never had a girlfriend because he just wanted to fuck around as much as possible. In a way they were right because he did love to fuck around but only a select two people, at least as far as he knew, were aware that he loved cock and he loved men.

 

The two guys that were privy to Tyrone’s secret, believed unquestionably that he was gay. Those two guys were right. Tyrone’s open heterosexuality and his hidden bisexuality were both parts of a veneer to hide his true surface. One role was a façade to show to the rest of the world but the other role was a wasted attempt to deny the man he was. Tyrone did not just love men and cock, he felt like he needed them constantly and he imagined spending the rest of his life, fucking as many men and sucking as much cock as he possibly could. He was perfectly capable of fucking women, which he did when required but Tyrone knew those actions were for appearance sake only and not a true reflection of his soul.

 

Continuing to walk along the sidewalk, Tyrone had one hand in the pocket of his track pants and he was stroking his sizeable cock. It was big and it always appeared as if it was in a state of semi arousal but right at that moment, it was marginally bigger and thicker than its regular size. It was not fully hard but he had been caressing it for so long that its thick syrup had not just created a wet spot in his boxer shorts; it had created a puddle for children to splash in.

 

A steady stream of cars moved along the city street and the foot traffic was fairly constant, despite it not being a weekday. The only difference was that weekends were more casual, less rushed.

 

Tyrone had been looking at every man that walked by. Black, white, it mattered not because he knew that if a man were hot, he would not care if he were purple with pink spots. He just wanted a hot, built and hung man to play with for a while.

 

Still walking, he wondered if life was not on his side that day. An hour had past and he felt a degree of irritation because no men had been netted by the trawling nature of his eyes. He knew the look that would let another man know what he wanted; however, all the men to this point seemed to be oblivious. He was generally a positive man and so his hopes remained high and his patient vigil continued regardless.

 

Tyrone had a right to be positive and patient. In the simplest of terms, he was a black god. With the body he had, a person could have been forgiven for thinking he played professional football. With his face, a person could also have been forgiven for thinking he was a model but Tyrone was neither of those things. He was just a guy from the worst side of town, who happened to be figuratively to die for.

 

His skin was somewhere within the mix of light and dark chocolate, depending on what part of his body was being looked at when he was naked. Sometimes his skin looked like a deep, warm, dark silk. He was a young twenty-six and his skin was vital and alive, which only added to his sexual magnetism. When hook-ups saw him naked and filled with ardor, it induced a desire to be blanketed by his smooth and beautiful, dark skinned body. Tyrone always looked good enough to eat.

 

His eyes had that black color going on but they were not an evil black. Combined with a studious intensity, they were a soft, emotional black. His facial features were simple and easy with gentle curves; his nose, eyes, mouth or jaw, no feature was too big, too small or in any way unsightly. His lips screamed kiss me and both men and women wanted to. His head was shaved all over, creating a perfect dark shadow. He definitely was model-like but not in a pretty boy or standard way. He was devastatingly handsome with a vaporous masculinity and with James Bond confident eyes.

 

Tyrone had an incredible body. If he were a military ship he would have been a Destroyer. He was big but not too big. He was tall but not too tall. He had serious curves but everything was in perfect proportion. He was a large, tuff and fast piece of working muscle and he had some heavy artillery as well. It was a body made to work hard and was fully capable of bringing pleasure along for the ride.

 

Tyrone was basically two different people. In his regular surrounds he was macho, misogynistic and extremely arrogant and aggressive but when he stepped away from his hood and his usual life, he suddenly became like he was when he was at home with his grandfather. He became a really nice guy.

 

When he was younger, he put in a lot of effort at school and so he even sounded different when he took off on his own. It was as if he had walked through a magic door and come out the other side a different person. The sound of his voice and also his enforced, animated actions, vanished. In those times he garnered a more sophisticated and balanced personality. It was his true nature and also the man he really wanted to be. He liked letting it out and being relaxed and it also appeared the strangers he procured for sex and who did not know any better, liked him like that as well. He became the epitome of the phrase “a lover and not a fighter”, at least until he returned to the influence of his hood. He still fucked like he was desperately deprived but that was because he loved sex and almost always had a bone.

 

Tyrone walked over to the curb and he stopped. Using his shoulder, he leaned against a signpost and he retrieved his cigarettes. He removed one from the packet and slid it between his lips. He returned the packet to his pocket and then lit the cigarette and inhaled deeply. As he exhaled, he turned his head from left to right, blowing the smoke in a long, curving arc. He surveyed the sidewalk on the other side of the street. His scanning eyes searched for that male stranger, the one that could give him what he needed.

 

Often it was a bi guy on the downlow, sometimes it was a straight man that was desperate and terrified and at other times, it was just another so-called curious guy, who had come to know the look in other men’s eyes. Every now and then it was a gay guy and they were often the most fun because to many of them it was standard behavior.

 

There were always different options, however, Tyrone could not help but love the extreme, straight acting men. The ones who could not think it, let alone say it out loud; they wanted cock like a delicious sin. How those beefed up, butch men, would go off like firecrackers, when they got a big cock lanced inside of their virgin holes. They were like oblivious lambs to the slaughter, the only difference between the two; the lambs did not want to die. Firemen, construction workers and even once Tyrone had lured a big assed, heavy weight boxer that was coming out of a gym. They were calendar men in cheap hotel rooms, begging to be fucked up the ass like cloistered women that had lived their sexual lives in their minds.

 

As Tyrone continued to watch the men passing by, he thought about the one man that did not fit into his standard mold. Dallas had been Tyrone’s best friend and bro since they were kids. Where Dallas was concerned, Tyrone had followed him around like a puppy and eventually when they got older, Tyrone had not given it a second thought when they fell into the group of miscreants they now called brothers. All Tyrone had known was that he wanted to be with Dallas.

 

Jamaal and Kendal were the two bros that knew his secret but they also had a secret of their own. For the most part they went along with everyone else and fucked women like Tyrone did. Away from it all, though, Jamaal and Kendal were much more than bros. It was how they had come to see through Tyrone.

 

When no one else was around, they would tell Tyrone he was smart and that he did not belong in the hood. They also told him he was gay and that he should take off to somewhere like California and start a new life. They could see the way he looked at Dallas and they knew it was like wishing to be someone else; it was never going to happen. They told him and he agreed but still he did not veer from the path he was on.

 

As Tyrone looked back in retrospect, he knew what a mistake he had made but even now, Dallas was the only person that could get under his skin without trying. His influence could make Tyrone turn his back on the man he really was.

 

Tyrone did not want to be viewed as some cheap thug. He did not want to rip people off or hurt people but if nothing else, at least Dallas was by his side. Tyrone often thought that if he had never known Dallas, his life would have turned out differently.

 

Somewhere in the back of his mind, Tyrone knew that sometimes life put the one thing a person did not need and was not good for them, right in front of their eyes. For some inexplicable reason, it was the one thing that a person wanted more than anything else and it could drive choices and direct actions that generally a person would not make.

 

Tyrone thought that these things were tests or lessons and they were meant to show the difference between who people thought they were and who they actually were. However, whatever the case, even though Dallas was not good for him, Tyrone had always been in love with Dallas. He believed nothing gay could ever come of them because Dallas was as straight as a ruler drawn line but Tyrone was stuck and so changing seemed impossible, leaving seemed impossible and he continued to play the role that kept him close to Dallas.

 

There was hypocrisy to Tyrone’s self-awareness. If there was one thing he really wanted, it was to experience the true, open nature of love. He wanted to be an openly gay man and to live with and love another man. Idealistically he wanted it with Dallas but knowing that could never be, because he lived his life so he could always be with Dallas, he had closed and locked the door that would lead him to his desired destination with any other man.

 

Even though he was still watching the passing parade of men, Tyrone blinked as he came back from his moments of deep thought. He saw the handsome face of Dallas in his head but he pushed it away. Resigned, Tyrone lit another cigarette and turned his full attentions back to the strangers moving along the street. He saw a cab pull up outside of the old, cheap hotel across the road but then he turned and looked at another man walking by and his gaze followed the man down the street.

 

***

 

Kent lugged his suitcase and backpack from the cab and into the cheap hotel. He yawned even though he looked like he was built to endure any sort or amount of physical strain. He told the desk clerk he wanted a room and the woman told him she would be right with him.

 

Kent turned around and looked back out the front door. He had seen an African-American man, standing against a signpost directly across the street. He was still there and Kent looked at him with secret eyes. The grey pants that fitted Kent so well, suddenly became tighter. He felt his cock swell and twist as it struggled against its suffocating environment. He blushed and rushed his hand into his pocket to adjust his cock and remove any obvious bulge. He turned around but the woman was still busy. He could not help himself and he turned back to look at the eye-catching, black man, who was still looking up and down the street.

 

The woman came to serve Kent moments later and he pushed her to make it quick. She observed he seemed very tired and tense and so giving the benefit of the doubt, she excused his pushiness and moved through the routine with swift efficiency. In a hotel of this quality, there were no porters or bellboys and minute’s later Kent was making his way up to a room on the first floor. He walked in, closed the door and he felt completely and utterly alone.

 

Kent dropped his bags on the floor and then dropped onto the bed in a seated position, his face filled with misgivings and uncertainty. He really did not know what he was going to do. He had walked away from his wife after nine years of marriage, which had been a life of perfect stability and security. Now he was sitting in a cheap hotel with nowhere to go and the weight of the world on his shoulders.

 

The scene would not stop replaying in his head. He had come home from the store and found his wife in his study, sitting at his computer and staring at the amateur video of a big, muscular man, fucking another big, muscular man in a laneway. He thought she would never know. No one knew and no one had suspected. He had never done anything and could only imagine what it would be like. It may have always been in the back of his mind but he had not planned on doing anything about it.

 

“If only I hadn’t kept that damned video, none of this would’ve happened and my life would be okay,” he said in frustration.

 

Jackie had been crying when she looked up at him, the look on her face one of disbelief. She had jumped up and run to the bathroom and dry heaved in the toilet. It had looked melodramatic and false. He stood behind her and when she finished, she told him he was a disgusting pervert, he made her sick and she never wanted to see his face again. After she told him she was going to destroy his life, the way he had just destroyed hers, he did not have a second thought, he just knew he would give her everything and then get the hell out of dodge. Kent knew he had to start again. He caught a cab to the city to see out the weekend and then he was going to take off interstate.

 

Kent was one of the nicest people anyone could ever meet. He was one of those people that were so easy-going that it seemed nothing could rattle him. He was fun and funny, he could be the life of the party and he embraced life like a child that wanted to lick the cake mix bowl. He was fit and healthy, he worked out and played football and mentally, emotionally or physically, he always kept himself active. He was practical, smart and hard working and just to top it all off, he was also attentive and a sexual powerhouse in bed. He did not know it but he was the sort of man many people wished for as a partner.

 

Kent sighed loudly, stood up and began to get undressed. He felt dirty and thought he needed a shower. He did not understand the psychology of the need; he was just reacting on autopilot. He threw his shirt onto the bed and then kicked off his shoes. He dragged off his pants and then slipped out of his briefs and socks. He looked around for the first time since entering the room. He did not even know where the bathroom was.

 

As Kent saw the doorway and began to move toward it, he turned and looked out the window beside him. It overlooked the street at the front of the building and as he moved to the window and looked down the forty feet or so, his eyes fell onto the man still standing against the signpost and looking back and forth.

 

Kent stared at the man who he thought was maybe two or three years younger. He was incredibly good looking and Kent thought he was like an Olympic sprinter or something like that. Even in baggy track pants his thighs were still noticeable and as for his upper body, Kent thought it was exceptional. The tank top looked like it was ready to split at every seam and the definition of the enormous muscles against the material, were like sharp tan lines on men’s bodies during summer at the beach.

 

Kent’s cock stood hard and his hand moved back and forth along its length. It was not extra long but it was full and weighty and it felt good as he stroked it. He was staring at the man outside with absolute desire and he did not even realize how his real nature had consumed him. He did not realize how he had forgotten about his wife, his home and his job. He was filled with desire for a dream that had never come true, a need he had never experienced and never believed he would. In those moments, Kent was lost, fallen into wonderland and he was hypnotized by the burning and yearning inside of him.

 

***

 

Tyrone stood watching each passing man like they were new cars on a production line. It was like he was trying to decide which color he wanted or if he even wanted the vehicle. The truth was that none of the men were taking his fancy and he was beginning to feel like he was wasting his time. He wondered if he should have another cigarette but decided against it. He inhaled deeply, almost like he was about to exhale with resignation but as he lifted his head, his eyes fell on a naked man in a window above. Not only was the man looking right at him but he was jacking his cock as well.

 

Tyrone smiled but not at the man. He was smiling a subtle smile because he knew that his opportunity had come, his doorway had opened. He continued to look at the man whose body looked like a cross between a weight lifting slab of beef from a gym and the barrel-chested construction worker he had fucked two weeks ago. The man appeared above average height and he was also a good-looking white man.

 

It was suddenly obvious to Tyrone that the man had been looking at him but not at his face because after nearly a minute, his eyes connected specifically with Tyrone’s and he pulled back away from the window to hide. Tyrone smiled and almost chuckled from the realization. The man was straight - sort of. He knew with a little effort, he could help him touch and taste the scary new world.

 

Tyrone took notice that the man was on the first floor and then that he was the third, main window across. It was all he really needed to know and then he walked across the street and looked in through the doors. There was no one at the reception counter and no one at all in sight. He walked in and went straight to the stairs. He reached the man’s door quickly and pressed his ear to it. He could hear a shower running. He knocked firmly and loudly.

 

He heard the man call out “Just a minute” and then he heard the shower turn off. Tyrone looked up and down the hall and seeing no one, he pulled his track pants beneath his scrotum and allowed his swelling meat to arc in mid air. He lifted his tank top and pushed the front over his head and down onto the back of his neck. He stood there, semi hard, always huge while looking like some sort of extreme sex telegram. The door opened hesitantly to reveal the man wet and wrapped in a towel.

 

“My god,” Kent said as he saw an almost naked man in front of him.

 

“If that’s what you want me to be,” Tyrone said as he scanned the hot, white body and handsome face and then looked down to see the towel instantly beginning to tent.

 

“I’m Ty and I’ll be your guide today,” he said, amusing himself while assuming this white man would be the same as every other closeted man he lured into his embrace.

 

Kent asked, completely confounded, “What?”

 

“With this,” Ty said and stroked his huge, chocolate cock, watching as the sparkling blue eyes once again looked down at his meat.

 

Kent stared, his mouth fell open but for several moments he just gazed at the incredible, darkly colored cock, as his own bone grew harder. Ty watched the towel rising quickly and believing he had received his confirmation, he reached out and ripped the towel from the man’s body.

 

Kent gasped and pulled back but Ty moved with him and grabbed the growing erection. Kent’s eyes were no less than astonished and shocked in unison. He began to pull away again but Ty was against him, his track pants were falling around his ankles and he was pushing Kent against a wall, as he nudged the door closed.

 

Again Kent tried to move away but the moment Ty’s lips were on Kent’s mouth and his arms were embracing him, Kent stopped struggling as the sensations of male flesh and muscle, completely overcame him. His body suddenly relaxed and he seemed to melt into the naked, dark skin. His eyes glazed over as if he was lost and then before he knew it, he was drowning in his sexual taboo. His big arms lifted instinctively and moments later they were squeezing around a naked body. He barely recognized his cock was throbbing hard and then unconsciously, he began to grind from instinct alone. A new story had begun.

 

They kissed heatedly. Kent’s heat was new, fresh and innocent and Ty’s heat was growing for the expected replay of a child inside a closeted man. They both were so hot, so hard and so horny and in minutes things had transformed from uncertainty to lust and then it was becoming frantic.

 

Ty liked what was happening and he could match any play with the best of them but suddenly Kent was becoming unleashed. The world Kent knew had vanished from his mind and in a completely unconscious way, Kent was reacting and responding from his most primitive and raw nature. He was there but elsewhere, he was acting but not thinking and uncontrolled emotions of such a dynamic nature, were flooding his consciousness and drowning his reasoning. Consumed in sexual instinct, Kent had become overwhelmed and overcome by the hard lust of two men naked and together.

 

Kent spun Ty with a strength and force that shocked Ty. A second later, Ty’s feet were not on the ground and then his back was on the bed. Kent’s barrel-like body plunged on top of Ty, who thought they were going to shear straight through the mattress.

 

“Whoa. Bro, settle down, we’ve got plenty of time,” Ty said.

 

Kent heard nothing. His lips moved onto Ty’s lips, his tongue was in his mouth and he was kissing Ty like he was a cannibal about to devour him. Kent’s enormous, muscled body was powerful and its heat was making his skin flush. He was moving every part of his body all over Ty like a snake and his hands were touching him like they were having sex of a different kind. Kent’s cock was thick and so hard and he pushed it against Ty’s cock like he wanted to break it in half. It was a display of unchallenged needfulness, wrapped tightly in desperateness.

 

In a way, Ty was like a blow up doll beneath a virgin boy for the first time, taking the place of the experience of something other than a hand or mattress. Ty did not have to do anything because the older man on top of him was using every part of his body to satisfy his physical needs.

 

Kent could easily have been mistaken for a native shaman or witch doctor trying to exorcise a demon from Ty’s body. Kent was sighing and moaning and writhing and rubbing and he truly was in a world of his own. In a way he really was unconscious. He was inside a bubble of non-reality, looking through from one dimension to another. It was all so vague and unreal, as if he were not really there and yet he was trapped in a succession of moments that were the most delicious he had ever experienced. He wondered if he was dreaming.

 

Ty had never experienced anything like this. Many of the men he seduced were often so subdued and unsure but even though this man was like a wild animal, there was almost a rhythm to the white man’s lust. Ty’s surprise at the extreme actions fell swiftly into the background. Ty started getting back into it and he lifted his arms and wrapped them around the thickness of the naked, male body. The body was strong and hard and Ty rolled his hips and pushed his cock along the man’s gut. He tightened his grip around him and he started to writhe again. He kissed back with equal desire and once again Ty was in his element.

 

Kent’s body reacted to the tight hold, to the caresses and to the additional movements. His cock pushed hard and gouged deep and the entire weight of his large torso made its presence known, as it crushed against the lunging black body. Muscles pushed into muscles, cock pushed against cock and Kent’s hands, though moving, were squeezing and kneading large triceps and biceps. His subconscious mind was wild and free.

 

Deciding he needed to regain control of the situation, Ty pushed hard and rolled and a moment later, he was on top of the other man. Just for a second the man’s eyes were wide as his physical dominance was defeated. Ty looked down into those blue eyes and at the face. He thought the man was extremely handsome. He looked down at the large chest that was fair-skinned but smooth like his own and then he pinched a nipple really hard. He watched as the man squirmed but so quickly, the man’s expression changed from pain to pleasure before a lascivious smile curled the sides of his mouth.

 

Ty smiled back with satisfaction and then as he released the tit from what was meant to be a dominating yet sexual grip, he dropped down and fluttered the tip of his tongue over the screaming nipple. The man moaned in delight and so Ty sucked it deep and hard between his lips.

 

“Aw,” Kent cried out amidst a breathy gasp.

 

Ty moved fast and his mouth was back on the man’s mouth and kissing hard but at the same time, he slid partially off the man’s body so he could grip the fat erection hard as well. He started pulling it firmly and he heard the man moan into his mouth. The man’s arms adjusted around Ty’s body and he squeezed but then with that show of power again, he rolled Ty over him until their positions had reversed and he was back on top again.

 

Kent, again in the dominant position, slid down over the smooth, dark, silky skin, licking as he descended hurriedly. He did not stop to admire or pay specific attention to anything, he just had a destination in mind and it seemed like an imperative to his sexual instinct. He had to get to the place of his lust’s desire.

 

He looked at the huge, hard, black cock for only a second before it was sliding between his lips. Instantly it was like he had given head a million times. It was not at all like it was an imagined dream coming true for the first time. His head was pumping, his mouth was sucking and his tongue was moving at an incredible speed. It was a hungry and desperate blowjob from a man whose prison walls were crumbling.

 

Ty had been horny for hours. The moment the door had opened and he had the man naked in his arms, his cock had stood hard and tall. When the man had become so wild, Ty had soon known he was in for a very hot treat and his lust had risen even more. Now however, different as it was to be thrown onto his back twice, Ty’s desires from the head he was receiving, already was sending him out of his mind. He was moaning and sighing from the delicious sensations and too quickly, he was heading to the place he had not expected to approach for quite some time.

 

“Fuck,” Ty yelled, almost pleading for the man to ease off.

 

Kent did not ease off. His head kept rising and falling, Ty’s cock slid in and out of his mouth and one man’s wonderful yet defeating sensations, were another man’s quest for freedom.

 

Still Kent was in a frenzied rapture. He was fully involved and yet somehow unconscious, while his true yet sexually deprived nature devoured every feeling, every sensation and grasped at every desperate need. The beautiful male body beneath him was a tropical island getaway and the cock in his mouth was pleasure untold. Somehow, he pumped harder and faster.

 

The swollen head of Ty’s cock was becoming so raw and sensitive each time the tongue slid across its surface. It was not unusual; it was just unexpected that it was happening so quickly. He was calling on every reserve of control to stop his body from succumbing to the onslaught.

 

“Shit,” he yelled.

 

Again on instinct alone, Kent moved one hand to the large sac and as he pulled on it, he rolled the two big nuts in his hand. At the same time he moved his other hand onto the smooth, dark body and sliding it over the rippling abs, he moved it up and firmly ran it over the large, rolling chest.

 

It was the simplest of sensations but in concert with the mouth that was fucking his cock, Ty thought the speed his blood was pumping through his heart was going to make it explode. He was breathing like a man about to collapse from over exertion and he wanted nothing more than to give in and to let go.

 

Though it was not at all, in what could have been perceived as a vengeful act of retribution, Kent’s finger and thumb closed on the entire circumference of a very large and dark colored nipple. He squeezed it hard and thrust his mouth down the explosive cock.

 

“Fuck,” Ty said as he gasped and then his body halted his thoughts and words with deep muscle spasms.

 

The moment the expanding head of Ty’s cock hit the back of Kent’s throat, the taste and the smell was instant and then a gush of warm, thick wetness flooded throughout Kent’s mouth. The speed of his movements slowed as the body that was in spasm beneath him, began to do the necessary work and Kent simply sucked as the huge cock pumped his wanton mouth with skin and maleness. He began to moan and swallow and when the unfortunate conclusion arrived, something changed.

 

Even as Ty lay on the bed shuddering and making the sounds of a man reveling in wonderful sensations of pleasure, Kent was returning to himself. Like a switch was suddenly flicked moments following a sexual storm, Kent had returned to a semblance of self. He was the same man he had always been but not. His mind switched back on as his reality moved away from instinct and back to reasoning and he knew where he was and what he had done. He felt no guilt and no regret and instead he felt a sense of freedom he never had before. The man beneath him was not just a stunning African-American or a picture and fantasy on the other side of a street. He was real and he was naked and his hard cock was in Kent’s mouth. He had done it. He had actually done it and it had felt so right.

 

For a split second only, Kent thought of Jackie but in that instant he knew more than he ever had, he was where he belonged. Their marriage had been good but it was over and after only a couple of hours, he knew his life had changed and he knew it was for the better. He had turned a necessary corner and he was certain this was the right course. He slid his mouth away from the deflating cock and he looked up at the man whose eyes were closed but with a satisfied expression on his face. Kent slid back up the bed and he kissed the alluring lips.

 

Minutes later as Ty continued to drift in his sated reverie; Kent broke the kiss and moved his mouth onto Ty’s neck. He felt the difference of the strength and firmness of a man’s muscled neck and he lifted a hand and stroked it down over the throat. He moved both of his hands onto the large balls of the broad shoulders and he squeezed and then caressed them. He moved farther down and went further into his exploration; touching, feeling, kissing and licking, he was a man with brand new senses.

 

Kent pressed his lips to the right side of an impressive chest. It was large and like a rolling wave. The skin was so dark and so smooth and even though it was pulled taut over the firm muscle, he was so aware of how soft it felt against his lips. He parted them and he slid the tip of his tongue over it.

 

Ty realized what was happening. He felt the easing of the man, the depletion of his desperateness. The man had finally loosened up and relaxed. His movements were quiet now and he had begun to touch him, to feel him and now it seemed as if he were getting to know his body. This was unusual also, which Ty was beginning to think was standard for this man. However, if there was one thing about it, it was so sensual and it felt damned great. Ty said nothing and changed nothing and he allowed the man to continue.

 

Kent unexpectedly took hold of Ty’s right arm and pushed it vertically. Ty allowed it and held it in the air wherever the man wanted it. Kent could feel Ty’s other arm around him and the fingers caressing him. Though it felt good, he was aware that because he knew the touch belonged to a man, it was making his anticipation, which boarded on a type of sexual nervousness, feel like he had found his new home. He slid his hand down the arm that was in the air and he felt the solidness and the hidden power within it. He let his fingers glide over the perfect arc of the huge bicep and he literally sighed.

 

He pushed the arm wider and then he lowered his head and his face moved into the deep armpit. The hair had been shaved but not for a while and so, soft, new black hair was growing all over the shave shadow. He licked deep, tasting male sweat, tasting this man and then he pushed his lips against the soft hair and skin. As he kissed and licked simultaneously, he inhaled to smell the scent of the man.

 

Ty’s eyes rolled a little and he almost moaned. He felt like he was being worshiped and like he was finally going to be discovered, in a way he never felt he had. He felt his cock throb within its newly forming hardness and he had to take a breath to fill his body with something other than this momentary desire, which was consuming him. In an inexplicable way, he felt like a connection was forming with this man.

 

Kent’s slid his tongue down the side of the body and his left hand was tenderly caressing all over the rolling muscles of hardness at the front. The man’s abs felt like they could stop a train at high speed and their thick ripples beneath Kent’s fingers lifted his desires. These feelings turned him on even more and so he pushed his hard, throbbing cock, against the man’s incredibly powerful leg.

 

In constant stop start movements, Kent moved all over Ty. He touched him, he kissed him and he smelled him and licked him. The male body was everything he had imagined and dreamed and as for this one; this extraordinary physique, it was even more than his hidden fantasies had ever offered him. This black man was not just a treat; he was a treasure to have and to hold.

 

Kent was moving back up, his lips kissing as they ran through the heavy hair on the powerful thighs. One hand was still caressing over the polished chest and the other holding tight to the hip. When his lips again reached the groin, he sucked on a big nut before returning to the once again throbbing cock. He licked up along the length of the large cock and then began sucking on the swollen head. However, in a completely unexpected action and using his strength with speed, he rolled the man over and his hands were on his ass and pulling the firm globes apart.

 

Kent’s tongue was inside Ty before Ty had a chance to react to being rolled like a log across the bed. Ty was not use to or at ease with being dominated like Kent had now done several times. He was going to react but his reaction turned into something completely different. He was suddenly speaking to the mother of God in a raised and gasping manner, as a tongue seduced new feelings that were indescribable. A man’s tongue was caressing him in a place where no man had ever been and it was bliss.

 

“Sweet mother, oh yeah,” Ty’s voice rang out.

 

Kent’s face pushed in farther and his tongue went deeper and Ty just could not stop his ring from clenching around the soft and wet invader. A moment later, without his control, Ty’s sphincter released and Kent’s face pushed hard between his cheeks, thrusting his tongue deeply.

 

“Aw man,” Ty yelled and then moaned.

 

Kent grabbed the man beneath him, holding his butt tight. He kept his face almost glued between the firm and muscled cheeks and then he fucked the tongue-wrenching cavity.

 

Ty released a long and loud moan and he thought it was an irony that he had come to show this man the way. Instead, this man was doing everything to him and doing something he never thought he would allow. He pushed his ass against the mouth and just for a second the tongue fucked even deeper.

 

“Fuck yeah,” he cried out but in that moment, he felt one of Kent’s hands let go of one of his cheeks.

 

Kent forced his hand between Ty’s thighs. He then slid it up beneath Ty’s body and instantly he had his hand wrapped around the raging erection. He dragged at it, turning it like one of the hands on a clock. Ty yelled as Kent pulled his hard cock from twelve to six. Ty thrust his ass into the air as a consequence, only to be penetrated deeper by Kent’s tongue. Ty groaned in discomfort but his cock was crushed in a strong fist and the wonderful tongue was wriggling inside his pucker.

 

“Sweet mother of god,” Ty rasped and then as his cock began to adjust and relent, his hips began a slow descent onto the bed.

 

Kent began to slide his crushing fist up and down the hard cock. It was still hard but it was slowly accepting that it was pointing the wrong way. Kent stopped his stroking movements and squeezed the fat head of the cock. He continued licking the twitching pucker but now the swollen head of Ty’s cock was being squeezed and released repetitively, like Kent was trying to pump something up with air.

 

Ty could not focus on one feeling because both his asshole and his cock were being seriously worked and the combined sensations were driving him wild and turning him on even more.

 

Withdrawing his tongue from inside of Ty, Kent pulled firmly on one butt cheek and then he licked from the perineum up along the hairless crack. Ty squirmed but not from any one feeling and then Kent felt the cock begin to seep into his hand. He pulled away from the hot ass and sliding down a few inches, he took the hard cock back into his mouth and then sucked hard, drawing all of the warm syrup into his mouth.

 

“Sweet Jesus,” Ty called, seeking help from a higher power.

 

When all traces of the syrup were devoured, Kent moved from between Ty’s legs and slid up the side of his body. He ran his hands over the muscular back and then he leaned down and began to kiss it as well. His large, right hand, gripped the right side of Ty’s body and his left hand caressed up and down the other side. He was making a kind of love to the flesh and muscle with his hands and lips and tongue.

 

Ty lifted one side of his body just enough so his cock could turn around and come home and then he dropped solidly back into position. He sighed with relief but he could not help but continue to sigh as this man moved all over him, making his skin tingle and driving him to distraction with an uncompromising attention.

 

Ty turned his head to the side away from the man, resting his face against the sheet and he stared at the door he had come through. He could not believe what had happened. He could not believe this man was treating him the way he thought a man should treat a woman. It was a stereotyped thought but it was all he could think and the strange thing was that he loved it. The man was giving to him, he was looking after him and every desire was being met. Even a desire he had thought he could never allow except by Dallas, for his ass to be serviced by a tongue, had been brought to life out of his mind and into reality. He was not sure he was happy about what he was thinking next but that final desire was questioning him. It was asking him, “Well, are we going to do it or what?” and Ty was thinking, “Yes.”

 

Ty asked, as he tried to subdue the thought of wanting to be fucked, “What’s your name?”

 

Breaking the connection of his lips from the warm, dark skin of the man’s back, Kent raised his head and looked toward a face he could not see.

 

“Kent Corser,” he replied.

 

“Really? Not Tom Smith or Bill Jones? You want to go with your real name?”

 

Kent looked at the man with a lost expression in his eyes. He had no idea what he was talking about or why he thought he would give him a false name. The extended pause was obvious and Ty had a feeling he knew what the look on Kent’s face would be. He knew he did not understand the question and the thought that he could be that innocent made Ty subdue what was an impending laugh. He did not know what the story with Kent was but he thought he was certainly different.

 

Kent asked, “What’s your name?”

 

“I told you at the door but obviously something else was holding your attention,” he said and laughed before adding, “My name is Tyrone but everyone calls me Ty.”

 

“I’ve never been so drawn to anyone like I am to you. I know we don’t know each other but you make me weak, you make me feel and you make me want to get to know you. It’s like you were created for me,” Kent said.

 

Ty was really quite shocked by the remark. It was said with such sincerity, such emotional seriousness and the tone and meaning seemed to burrow to a place inside of him that begged for a man to love him. Ty thought the remark was too personal for a one fuck hook-up. It was a compliment but it was the way it was said that shocked him. There was hope in the tone, a tone he recognized from knowing how he spoke to Dallas in quiet moments alone. He had to admit he liked being on the receiving end of that tone, however, he never let these encounters move beyond what they were expected to be.

 

Kent unexpectedly sat up. He reached down and pushed Ty’s runners from his feet and then pushed the track pants away as well. He then rolled Ty back over and propped on his forearm between Ty’s arm and body. He looked him directly in the eyes and then he rubbed his hand over Ty’s chest.

 

Ty looked back at Kent. He tried to use his eyes on him in the way he could on everyone. He could always make people turn away, blink first or whatever but Kent continued to look at him, his gaze frozen and relentless and yet so soft and invasive. He felt like Kent knew exactly who he was and also like he knew everything he had ever done. It was nice but unnerving.

 

Ty said, “Something doesn’t fit the standard mold with you. What’s the story?”

 

Kent asked, “What do you mean?”

 

“You seemed like this was all new to you and then you do to me what you just did, like you’d been doing it for years?”

 

“Oh, right. Well, it is new to me, you’re the first man I’ve ever been with but even though I wasn’t sure what was expected, I did what I normally do or what I’d always imagined doing. Was it okay?”

 

Thinking he did not believe he was Kent’s first time with a man, Ty said, “Holy shit, Kent, it was fucking great but why did you stop and why were you looking at me like you were?”

 

“I didn’t know, I mean I wasn’t sure, I mean, well, can I, um…” He trailed off.

 

Ty knew exactly what Kent was trying to ask. He knew Kent wanted to fuck him and he also could not believe how easy the answer had come into his mind. He wanted Kent’s cock inside of him; a thought he had never had with any other hook-up.

 

After years of luring unknown men into hotel rooms, Ty imagined he was smart and had all the answers. However, this man was suddenly raising issues that had long lay gathering dust. In his mind, the thought of letting another man fuck him gave rise to an attitude it would make him submissive or a girlie bitch. He did not want to be thought of that way, even though he knew it was a stupid thing to think. “Yes” was right there on the tip of his tongue but “No” was the answer he gave to Kent instead.

 

Kent said, innocently thinking it had to be one way or the other, “Okay. So I guess you want to fuck me?”

 

“Soon but tell me something first. Are you married?”

 

“Yeah but I won’t be for too much longer and now that I’ve experienced this with you, I won’t be with a woman again. I’m gay and I know it now. Shit, I just said it, didn’t I?”

 

“Yeah, you sure did,” Ty said.

 

Kent queried, “How long have you known you’re gay?”

 

“I’m not gay. I’m bisexual,” Ty said out of habit.

 

“Oh, okay,” Kent replied while sounding disappointed.

 

Ty asked, “Why do you say it like that?”

 

“It’s just that I’m really attracted to you and I was sort of hoping that my first time might turn into something more,” Kent said and Ty laughed thoughtlessly, making Kent’s expression drop.

 

“Don’t look like that. Chances of you meeting a long-termer at any point are hard enough. On your first time or particularly under these circumstances, they’re slim at best. It might happen for some guys but they’re probably one in a million. This is life and not a gay romance novel and there’s no such thing as love at first sight. Thanks for the compliment, though.”

 

Kent had known it was probably unlikely but he had never felt an instant connection like this and he had never been so attracted to anyone like he was to Ty. Even though he did not know him, he could feel something between them. He had been hoping since he had come down to earth from his initial and uncontrolled lust, they could connect and hopefully get to know each other. He sighed and looked away.

 

Ty actually liked the idea of falling in love and having a relationship with a man, particularly if it could be with Dallas, even though he knew it could not. The thing was he really did not believe he would ever be able to change and move away from Dallas and also, he had never met a man who could turn his head that much.

 

Kent leaned down and he started kissing Ty again and it was not long before it evolved into a very passionate kiss. This time however, there was no dominance on either part and they simply rolled and kissed, they writhed and caressed and amidst it all, they both began to moan and sigh. Very strong feelings surrounded both men like air and the feelings were becoming thicker, like there was something inevitable between them.

 

As a consequence of the feelings, they tightened their embrace and the kissing and touching intensified. It was so natural between them and then equally as naturally, it became hotter. With Ty now on top of Kent, he finally broke the kiss and he made a swift hop from lips to a very hard and fat cock. It was more the mouth stretcher than the throat piercer and Ty was enjoying it, as he played with the very heavy set of nuts and licked at the thick clear flow with a taste and consistency he really liked.

 

“Oh man, I can’t believe it’s finally happening,” Kent said.

 

Ty stopped and looked up at Kent with a curious expression. He smiled softly at Kent and then asked, “How long did you wait for? I mean, when did you know?”

 

“I guess I’ve always known but I was too afraid and then I was married and it seemed like I never could.”

 

“So what happened to make you decide you could? I mean, what changed?”

 

“You did,” Kent said.

 

Looking surprised, Ty asked, “You mean you were serious? I’m your very first?”

 

“Yeah,” Kent replied.

 

“So after this, how are you going to tell your wife?”

 

“I don’t need to. She found out three hours ago and I decided it was best to leave. It’s why I’m here. Three hours ago I decided I’m leaving Ohio and I’m starting over.”

 

“Jesus. Where are you going to go?”

 

“I don’t know yet but what I do know, thanks to your choice to practically rape a stranger in a hotel room doorway, I’m more familiar with myself than I’ve ever been and I know my new life will be different,” Kent said.

 

Ty rolled his eyes but then his expression showed a completely different face all together and he said as if Kent were a fool, “You think it’s that easy to change? You think you can just walk away?”

 

“Why not? There’s nothing to stop anyone from making a choice. It’s just a matter of having the guts to make the choice and then act on it,” Kent replied.

 

Ty sat up abruptly and stared out the window. Kent’s words had just hit him like a wild animal on a country road, caught in blinding headlights. Kent reached out and put his hand on Ty’s arm but Ty squirmed and pulled away.

 

“Are you okay? What’s wrong? Did I do or say something wrong?”

 

Ty shook his head at his irritation with himself and then he turned and looked at Kent. Kent looked worried and confused at the same time. Ty knew it was not Kent’s fault and that the handsome man deserved an answer. The problem was the truth felt like such a scary place and Ty was not brave enough to tell Kent why. Ty was filled with a bursting anger so suddenly and though he wanted to stay with the hot, white man, he felt so ashamed, as well as a desperate need to run and avoid.

 

“No, you didn’t do anything wrong and you didn’t say anything wrong. I just remembered I have something I have to do. I have to go.”

 

Ty stood up and he walked around to the end of the bed and picked up his track pants and began to put them on. He glanced at Kent and saw him looking at him and he knew Kent had not believed what he had said. Kent still thought he was leaving because of him. Ty instantly felt bad. He pulled on his runners, dragged his tank top down over his body and then he walked back to the side of the bed and sat down next to Kent.

 

Ty asked, “How long will you be here for?”

 

Kent queried for clarification, “In this hotel?

 

“Yeah,” Ty replied.

 

“A day and a half, maybe two. Why?”

 

“I’ll come back after I do what I have to,” Ty lied, knowing he had no intentions of seeing Kent again.

 

Ty knew deep down that it was ridiculous but Kent’s words angered him. He liked Kent and strangely, very much. He also did not want to stop the encounter but he felt like he needed to get away. He knew what he was doing was not right but he had this stupid thought that lying would make it easier for Kent, at least for a while.

 

Kent asked, “When?”

 

“Maybe tonight, maybe tomorrow. I don’t know, as soon as I have enough time,” he said and Kent smiled sincerely with relief.

 

“I’m glad because I really like you and I want you to be the first I give myself to completely. I know you said there can’t be more but you’re so handsome and you have such a beautiful body and…” He trailed off.

 

Ty asked, as he looked at the kind and needful expression in Kent’s eyes, “And what?”

 

Kent stared at Ty and he wondered if he should say what he wanted to say, particularly after Ty had laughed at him before. He did not want to be laughed at, however, he decided he should always be himself no matter what and accept the consequences, come what may.

 

“It’s just that I see something in you, something hidden. I don’t know, it’s a kind of softness and realness and that’s why I want you to be my first. I guess it might sound corny to you but please come back.”

 

Ty’s eyes were shocked. His heart was beating heavily and as he stared at the beautiful, naked, white man, with a cock that was still fat and hard, Ty felt drawn to him and he felt bad. He leaned forward and he pulled Kent into his arms and kissed him deeply. The passion rose between them instantly and Ty knew he wanted nothing more than to stay. He knew how attracted to this man he was and though it bothered him, he also knew he had felt something between them. He thought again about what Kent had said and then he broke the kiss softly, apologized and then he stood and left the hotel room.

 

***

 

After telling the woman behind the reception desk that he was going up to see Kent Corser, Ty had begun to walk up the stairs but the moment he reached the turn in the stairway that would take him to the first floor, he stopped in his tracks and then sat down on the steps. His elbows went onto his knees and his head went into his hands.

 

When Ty had left the hotel the day before, within five minutes of heading home, he was feeling down. The problem had been that he knew why he was feeling the way he was. Firstly, he had known that what Kent had said was right. Secondly, he knew it applied to him and that made him feel like both and idiot and a coward. He tried to tell himself that he could never have Dallas but even though he knew it was true, he did not want to accept it.

 

There was one unexpected thing that kept going through his mind. He had been so intensely attracted to Kent and he had even wanted him to be the first man to fuck him, even though he had chickened out when Kent had sort of posed the question. The white man was hot and a powerhouse and so dominant and yet he was so decent and kind and so easy to talk to. A connection had formed between them so quickly and he had actually thought in the back of his mind, “A man like Kent would be a great lover and partner.”

 

Ty had gone straight home and did not go to meet up with his bros. He spent the afternoon with his grandfather; he made them dinner and then went to bed early. It had been a sleepless night until he had passed out from exhaustion from thinking the same things over and over again. He woke at dawn and watched the sun rise from the living room and his grandfather had come into the room while he stood at the window. He had not said good morning, he simply walked up behind him, laid his hand on his grandson’s shoulder and then whispered, “You’re a good boy. You know what’s best and you should do what you need to do” and then without another word he silently went back to his room.

 

Ty was shocked by the chosen words of his grandfather. They were words that were so sharp they had felt like they were slicing through his skin but at the same time, they were words that were said so softly and with such love, he felt like he wanted to cry. He wondered how some unexpected words from someone who knew nothing of the truth, could dishevel his head and heart so easily. Why did they fit so perfectly?

 

Ty had gone back to bed and lay there for hours, mulling over everything in his mind. He did not even know someone had arrived until suddenly Dallas was walking into his room and closing the door. Ty was naked beneath a single sheet and he watched as his big and muscular, shirtless bro walked over and dropped onto his bed beside him. He kicked off his runners and then turned onto his side and stared at Ty.

 

“Wazzup?”

 

“Nothin’,” Ty replied.

 

“Shit’s for bitches, bro,” Dallas said and then repeated, “Wazzup?”

 

Dallas then pointed out that he had not seen Ty the day before and that Ty did not call him that night either.

 

Ty’s body may have been huge but Dallas was even bigger in every way. He was two inches taller and his massive body was a picture of hard, pumped muscles on a big boned frame. He was a man’s man and so masculine. His body screamed sex and power and it drew Ty into his desire for it, with an ease that was no less than akin to breathing.

 

Ty looked at Dallas and all he wanted to do was to roll over, pull him into his arms and then kiss him like he had never kissed anyone before. He looked at his chest and he wanted to kiss it as well. He wanted those tits in his mouth. He wanted to tell him everything, he wanted to tell him the truth but he was so afraid of losing Dallas and of the consequences of coming out.

 

Dallas was staring at Ty and though Ty did not see it, a tiny smile curved on Dallas’s mouth, as he watched his bro staring wantonly at his body. He liked the way Ty looked at him and he always had. He loved that Ty needed to be with him. He loved how Ty roughhoused and wrestled so he could touch him and also, from as far back as Dallas could remember, Ty had told him he would always be at his side.

 

Sometimes Dallas had even wondered if he could give Ty what he wanted. He really believed he could but because he knew he did not have to, Dallas had chosen to leave what was in the basement, locked in the basement. He was not gay and he knew he loved pussy and tits and the women they belonged to. He had never looked at another man or felt any sort of physical attraction. However, because he loved being blown or fucking a tight hole, Dallas knew he could get hard if he had to and if it was for his bro, he knew he would. He loved Ty like no other man because no matter how much things changed or what went wrong, Ty was always there for him. He always had been and he believed he always would be. He raised his arm, reached across and he slid his fingers around Ty’s neck. He pulled, making Ty turn onto his side to face him.

 

Dallas asked again, “Wazzup?”

 

Ty sighed and then deciding the truth was imperative, he said while reverting to his normal spoken voice, “I don’t know if I can do this anymore?”

 

Dallas asked, his voice changing as well, “Can’t do what?”

 

“I need to get out of here, away from Cleveland, maybe even Ohio,” Ty said.

 

Dallas felt his chest tighten and insecurity fill him. He did not like the idea of Ty going away. He needed him there; he needed to know he would always be there like he always had been. He needed Ty to love him and to look up to him. He needed Ty to seek his approval, to call him at night and to always be at his side. It made him feel important and it made the other bros look at him the way he wanted and needed to be looked at. Ty made him feel stronger and more secure than he knew he was deep down.

 

Dallas asked, “You want us to leave Cleveland?”

 

Ty’s eyes flicked up from Dallas’s beautiful, big chest and he looked into his soft, brown eyes with surprise. He did not even think when he said “No” and he certainly did not question how Dallas would respond to the answer, which suggested he did not want Dallas to go with him. It had flown out of his mouth so spontaneously that he had barely realized he had said it.

 

Straight faced and revealing nothing, Dallas felt threatened and afraid as he realized when it came right down to it, he did not give a shit about the hood and that if Ty left he would be alone. Only yesterday amidst Ty’s absence, he had felt less than himself and he had known without Ty he was not the same man.

 

“Shit, these jeans are tight and riding up,” Dallas said and he undid them and kicked them off and rolled back to face Ty.

 

Ty’s gaze dropped down and stared at the monster inside the briefs that could barely contain it. He had wanted that cock in his mouth for so many years and he had even wanted it impaled in his ass and deep into his gut. How he wanted Dallas to make love to him.

 

“Remember when we were boys and I used to come over for sleepovers? We used to have so much fun and now, here we are on the same bed together, all these years later. I always knew we would be brothers forever. Not hood bros. You and I are brothers, Ty. You still think of me as your brother, don’t you?”

 

“Of course, Dallas. You’re my only brother and I love you.”

 

“I love you too, Ty. You’re my only real brother.”

 

Ty was falling from the greatest height. He felt like he was floating through the air. Dallas had not spoken to him so openly and emotionally since they were boys but even as the incredible situation was happening, he felt confusion filling him and he thought about Kent. He wondered why he was thinking about Kent but in the back of his mind he knew. Kent was his doorway for the second time but this time it was not just about sex. It was about everything. It was about his life.

 

“You don’t want to leave me, Ty, do you?”

 

“What? No! I mean; it’s just…”

 

Dallas heard the “but” coming and he did not want to hear it. He moved closer to Ty and he pulled him into his arms and against his huge body. Ty was hard almost instantly, as his cock grew fast. Dallas wrapped his arm around Ty’s waist and he pulled him against him, making Ty’s erection push hard against his monster cock. Feeling the erection, Dallas instantly knew how much Ty loved him. His ego liked it so much that his cock got hard too.

 

“I’m so glad you’re not going to leave me, Ty. I need my bro, you know. Promise me you’ll stay with me. Promise me.”

 

Ty was now a whirlpool of emotions and confusion. He was in the arms of Dallas, the enormous, naked chest was pressed to him and their huge erections were crushed together. He was thinking, “Kiss me and I’m yours” but then he remembered the look in Kent’s eyes and he remembered Kent’s words from the day before.

 

Dallas saw the hesitation and in a desperate action, he lowered his head and he kissed Ty hard and with tongue. Ty moaned and his arms tightened around Dallas as he practically tried to pull his body inside of him. He moaned again as his fantasy took shape and his lust grew. He started writhing against Dallas and he could feel every single muscle.

 

Dallas was still hard and very turned on by the love and adoration of his bro. He writhed back and he kissed him harder and then he dragged his briefs down and set his monster free. He ripped the sheet from between their bodies and he moaned as he pushed all ten inches against Ty’s hard cock. They started rolling and grinding as they kissed hard. Suddenly Ty’s hand was wrapped around the monster cock and he started stroking it from top to bottom. Dallas pulled away from the kiss and rolled onto his back and closed his eyes.

 

“Ty, Bro, you make me wish someone was sucking my nuts and cock and swallowing my load.”

 

Ty had never moved so fast in his life. He was between the massive thighs and sucking the huge nuts in seconds. Dallas smiled and minutes later Ty was heatedly going down on him. Ty was pumping the monster like he would die if he did not.

 

Dallas was on his back and staring at the ceiling. His bro was a great cocksucker and he knew he could continue to let him eat his meat whenever he needed to. He also knew he could fuck Ty if he wanted him to, as long as he continued to picture the pussy and tits he was seeing in his head at that moment.

 

“Yeah Ty, eat your bro’s big cock, suck it hard and swallow my hot load.”

 

For twenty minutes Ty kissed, licked and sucked his monster, a job that none of his bitches had the patience to see through to a conclusion but to the surprise of Dallas, Ty was bringing him to climax.

 

“Aw fuck, Ty, uh, fuck. Just a bit longer, uh, you’ve, uh, almost got it.”

 

Dallas was dragging at the sheet beneath him as Ty increased his intensity. Ty adjusted his position and then he opened his throat and took the massive cock all the way inside of him. Dallas almost hollered as his meat went to a place no bitch had ever taken it and it throbbed. Ty moved slowly back and forth and not only could he smell and taste the warm, thick syrup in his throat as it coated the cock, he could feel its smoothing lubrication as well. Dallas gasped in disbelief and then fell uncontrolled at the finish line.

 

The monster gave one very thick and heavy shot and as his body began to spasm heavily, it pumped out a constant oozing stream of hot, white nectar, down Ty’s throat. Dallas was groaning, he was sucking in heavy breaths and every now and then he would rasp out Ty’s name.

 

Ty moved back so that the monster was only in his mouth and as he continued to suck and swallow a load, which seemed like it would never end, he was feeling like all his dreams had come true. He was running his hands over Dallas’s body and he was almost smiling from the sound of that voice saying his name.

 

“Ty, bro that was the best blowjob ever. You won’t leave me now, will you? I’ll give you my cock any time you want it and I’ll even fuck you if you need me to, just tell me you’re not going to leave me.”

 

Ty was a breached and sinking submarine filling fast with heavy water, except it was soul-crushing emotion. He slid his mouth away from the monster and he lifted his head to look at Dallas. Their eyes connected and Dallas was smiling like he had saved the world from destruction.

 

“You did all of that to keep me here with you?”

 

“Yeah bro, I did it all for you,” Dallas replied.

 

“No, you didn’t. You did it all for you. You didn’t do it for me and you never do anything for me. It’s always about you and it always has been about you. Everything we have ever done has been about you and what you wanted.”

 

“Ty, that isn’t true.”

 

“No? Well why didn’t you ever let me know that you knew how I felt about you?”

 

“I didn’t want to embarrass you,” Dallas said.

 

“Bullshit! You didn’t want to feel the pressure that your best friend was in love with you.”

 

“No,” Dallas denied.

 

“No? Well then why didn’t you ever tell me you knew I was gay?”

 

“I didn’t want to make you feel ashamed or make you feel abnormal.”

 

“Abnormal? Fuck you, Dallas, fuck you. You didn’t want me to admit it, just in case anyone found out and it caused any problems for you. I can’t believe I’ve wasted all of this time on you, Dallas. I loved you and I still do but it was wasted love and therefore a wasted life but at least I’ve got plenty more life ahead of me. The first thing I said to you was true and I can’t do this any longer. I have to get out of this existence I’ve allowed to become a life. I’m leaving Dallas and that’s the end of it.”

 

“No, Ty, you can’t.”

 

“Yeah Dallas, I can and I’m going to.”

 

Dallas may have been a man but suddenly, amidst fear, insecurity and self-absorbed hurt, Dallas reverted to a little boy emotionally. He became angry, as he felt threatened. He did not know what he could say or what else he could do and so he went on the attack.

 

“You don’t just leave and you can’t just leave and if you even try to, I’ll tell everyone you’re a fag and you’ll have the shit kicked out of you before you get off the street.”

 

Ty was stunned. He had never been on the receiving end of Dallas when he was angry and Dallas certainly had never threatened him. Physically, Ty pulled backwards and away but to his own surprise, he felt anger also and he did what he never imagined he would have the courage to do. Ty gave it back in equal measure.

 

“Is that right? So what will happen to you when I tell them you got naked with me, kissed me with tongue and let me suck your cock and swallow your load?”

 

Dallas had not expected any reaction from Ty, other than instant submission and so the expression on his face was horrified. All he could think about was everyone believing he was a faggot. He knew he would lose his standing and the respect of the hood and to Dallas, the thought of that was simply unacceptable.

 

“They won’t believe it and I’ll make sure they don’t. I’ll make them see you’re just a dirty fag and they’ll take my word over yours every day of the week. I’ll fuck you up, rip you apart and you’ll be left dead in the gutter to be scooped up the next day. You don’t wanna fuck with me, Ty.”

 

The bedroom door swung opened and it made a loud crashing noise as it slammed into the wall behind it. There, standing in the doorway was Ty’s grandfather with anger in his eyes.

 

“I think your time in this house has reached an end but before you go, Dallas, your little hood may listen to you over my grandson but I doubt they will listen to you over the entire neighborhood. When I tell everyone that I kicked Ty out because I found the two of you in bed having sex, I doubt anyone will believe a word you say. Now get the fuck out of my house and don’t ever come back or show your face to me again. One last thing, Dallas, make your choices wisely.”

 

Dallas glared at Ty’s grandfather but as he realized he had been beaten and had no reply, he stood up angrily and was dressed and moving at pace out of the house in seconds. The moment the front door slammed, Ty’s grandfather turned and looked at him and smiled.

 

“I told you that you were a good boy. I knew you’d do the right thing and make the right choice. Now don’t you think it’s time you gave your grandfather some peace and solitude? Don’t you think it’s time you went out into the world and started a worthwhile life of your own?”

 

Ty asked, “How long have you known?”

 

“Your mother and father told me a year before they died.”

 

Ty asked in shock, “They knew?”

 

“Yes Tyrone, they knew.”

 

“But that was ten years ago?”

 

“Yes, it was and I’m a foolish old man for not making it easier for you by telling you I knew. So much of this could have been avoided if I had but I thought I should let you tell me.”

 

“You did the right thing, I was just a coward.”

 

“No, Tyrone, you weren’t a coward, you were in love with that self-absorbed asshole and you changed everything for him.”

 

Ty leapt from the bed without considering he was naked and wrapped his arms around his grandfather. He hugged him so tightly and he kissed his cheek.

 

“I love you and thank you,” Ty said.

 

“I love you too but is there a chance I could get you to put on some clothes?”

 

Ty laughed and apologized and then let go of his grandfather and said, “We’ll talk later, okay?”

 

Ty’s grandfather nodded and turned away and Ty walked back into his room. The moment he had closed the door, his mind turned instantly to Kent. He felt worse than he had the previous day for leaving Kent the way he had. In that split second, he knew he had to go back and see him, he had to explain and he also knew he had to let go of all the crap he had been carrying around for years. So much of him had been locked up for years and he knew Kent had been the first man to touch that side of him; he just had not let Kent in. He only hoped that when he got to the hotel, Kent would still be there. He knew they barely knew each other and that probably nothing would come of it but he knew what he had felt and he wanted to try anyway.

 

Ty looked at his clothes and he thought that if he were going to see Kent, he did not want to wear his usual outfit. He wanted to look good for Kent and so he reached for his only pair of good jeans, a very nice and body defining button-up shirt and his best runners. He shaved, cleaned his teeth and added a dash of aftershave lotion and then got dressed. He raced out of his room, kissed his grandfather again and then flew out the front door to go into the city. The last thing he heard was his grandfather calling out to him to open up his heart.

 

***

 

Standing inside the closed door of the hotel room, Kent’s lips pressed against Ty’s lips softly. His tongue explored and fluttered sensually. The kiss was giving yet filled with need. His arms embraced Ty and his hands caressed over him, before he moved them between their bodies to unhitch the buttons of his shirt. He pulled the shirt away from the dark skinned torso and then once again, he slid his hands all over the naked flesh. He touched and felt and sighed as he kissed Ty, his fingers moving to unhitch Ty’s jeans.

 

When the tight fitting jeans loosened around Ty’s hips, Kent slid his hand down inside the surrounding material. Curling his fingers around the growing erection, Kent squeezed and then gave short stroking movements as his kiss intensified.

 

Ty stood in Kent’s embrace and allowed him to do whatever he wanted. Ty really wanted to talk. He wanted to tell Kent why he had left and what he had felt the day before. He also wanted to tell him what he had realized that morning. He wanted to put space between their bodies and say, “We can get to this later” but the moment Kent had taken him into his arms, Ty felt like his body was no longer solid. The feelings were overwhelming now that his mind had opened to possibility. Now he did not want to deny Kent anything.

 

Ty could not believe it but the moment his eyes had looked into Kent’s eyes and then he felt the passion of his kiss, he could feel powerful feelings brimming in his chest. He did not realize it but the acceptance of himself, the realization about Dallas and the knowledge that his parents and grandfather all knew he was gay, had set something free within him. In some strange way, all of those things made the truth of his attraction, as well as his desires and this bizarre connection he felt for Kent, so much easier to embrace.

 

Ty had sat in the stairwell for nearly thirty minutes. He had almost not gone to Kent’s door because he was feeling guilty about the way he had left him. He was also afraid of the outcome if he did. In the time he had sat there, he had relived the events of the previous fifteen hours or so, until his doubts had been subdued by reasoning. He had to see Kent and he had to explain.

 

Ty stepped back, pushing away from the embrace and the kiss. He looked at the hipster briefs, the only piece of clothing on Kent’s body. From one hip to the other, the seam of the briefs at the front was not touching the skin. Kent’s cock was upright but so hard that the tight material was no match for the powerful appendage.

 

At that moment, Kent’s eyes carried a look of uncertainty. He wanted Ty so badly. He wanted to touch him again, to feel his big body naked and against him and not only did he want his cock in his mouth again, he had also mentally prepared himself for the large erection to penetrate him. He knew he wanted a full sexual encounter, he needed the complete experience but more than anything, Kent wanted it with Ty. As much as he wanted to do the same thing to Ty, he knew he was willing to forgo his desires, if it meant he would get to be with the handsome man in front of him.

 

They could not have known but as the two men were staring at each other, their respective thoughts were almost identical. The single yet dual thought was a certainty that the other man was the one. It did not make sense. After all, they were strangers, there had been a single blowjob amidst exceptional lust but they did not know each other. How could it be possible to feel so connected and to want a stranger to become a major part of their lives?

 

Ty knew that over the years, with all his anonymous encounters, there were always men that he liked more than others. They were the odd men that he felt a little more for in some way. He referred to it as a connection and thought that if circumstances were different, they could be friends. He thought it was that way with people generally. Sometimes you liked people in ways you did not like other people. Sometimes you just felt more.

 

As he looked at Kent however, those feelings from the day before were even stronger. He knew Kent was planning on leaving and suddenly he wanted to get on a plane with him and fly away toward a distant horizon. It really did not make a lot of sense.

 

It was different for Kent. His life had been about a wife and a standard existence but now that life was over. The previous morning he had not even expected he would cross the imagined line of gay sex, even if the stars had magically aligned. However, the first time he had crossed that line, he felt a connection that consumed his mind. It had been like an out of body experience, introducing him to a side of him that was a foreigner. He hated the thought of not seeing Ty again. Alone the night before, he imagined the idea of not seeing him again was like splitting up identical twins. It almost physically hurt. Looking at Ty, it made him want this experience all the more profoundly.

 

Kent was wondering why Ty had broken their embrace. He wondered if he had been right the day before? Had Ty left because of him? Had he done or said something wrong? He wondered why Ty had come back. He begged from somewhere deep inside of him that if they were not going to get to know each other, at least he would feel what it was like to have Ty make love to him or even just fuck him.

 

Ty let his gaze travel over Kent’s body. It was such a beautiful body of strong, fair-skinned muscle. Kent was not as curved or defined as he was but he was so male in every physical sense of the word. Even though he had appeared so masculine in his dominance of him the day before, then as now, Kent was showing a softer side, an open side and it made Ty want him even more. He reached out and his palm pressed to the side of Kent’s neck and his fingers curled around it. Ty let that hand begin to move, sliding down onto the barrel chest and then down onto the stomach.

 

“Maybe I was wrong and maybe there’s a chance,” Ty said unexpectedly, his eyes darting to the blank and bland wall in thought.

 

Kent’s eyes looked momentarily confused, then questioning and then hopeful, before Ty looked back at him and continued, “The thing is, I need to talk to you first. I need to explain some things to you.”

 

Kent was not sure if he was on the right track or if he was letting his needful hopes direct his thoughts. He decided instantly that he had to take a chance, if any opportunity could avail itself with the hot man in front of him. He stepped forward, forcing Ty’s elbow to bend so he could come closer. He lifted his hands, gripped Ty’s triceps firmly and he looked him directly in the eyes.

 

“I know what I would like to happen between us. I know what I wish you wanted even though you don’t want it. The thing is, because I’m not certain of anything and even though I want to hear everything you have to say; first I want us to finish what was started yesterday. Ty, I’ll play whatever role you want me to and I’ll do whatever you need me to but if this is only to be a one time thing, like you suggested, then I want whatever you’ll give me, right here and right now. We can talk later.”

 

Ty’s heart pounded and his body collided with Kent’s. Reeling backwards off balance and with Ty pushing forward against him, suddenly Kent was falling and both men were dropping, body-to-body, onto the bed. Lust, desire and emotion combined as an unstoppable force but this time, it was two cannibals desiring to consume each other.

 

Different yet the same as the day before, deep, masculine and very passionate kissing combined with hungry bodies. Their arms wrapped around each other tightly, their legs entwined and locked together and their cocks were wrestling within heat and friction. Their tongues licked as they rolled over every inch of the bed. Both men knew in those initial and following minutes that their desire to have each other was beyond physical.

 

When the moment finally came that their lips parted, still looking into each other’s eyes, Ty’s voice broke the unexpected silence saying, “I want you inside of me.” He pulled away, standing up from the bed and he kicked off his shoes and slid his jeans from his legs. Standing naked with his cock fully erect, he walked and picked up his backpack from beside the door. Returning to the bed, he unzipped it and pulled out condoms and lubricant and then put them on a bedside chest of drawers. He lowered himself back onto the bed and then lay down on top of Kent.

 

Kent asked questioningly, “I thought you didn’t do that or even want to do that?”

 

“I’ve never done it but I always wanted to. I guess I was waiting for the right man, someone that I felt comfortable enough to do it with.”

 

Kent looked shocked but inside he felt honored. He was a little confused from one day to the next and he thought that perhaps this had something to do with whatever Ty wanted to talk to him about. Regardless, he knew he liked this man and he knew that for some reason he trusted him and so he decided he would let the tide take him in whatever direction it desired.

 

“I want the same from you,” Kent said.

 

“I have nowhere I have to be and nothing I have to do, so if you’re not planning on leaving today, then we have plenty of time,” Ty replied.

 

Kent released a wisp of breath that followed with a short laugh and then there was silence, his eyes trailing away to nowhere. Ty looked at him uncertain and filled with curiosity. He turned Kent’s head to bring his eyes back to his.

 

Ty asked, “What’s funny?”

 

Kent looked at him wondering if he would be laughed at again but then said, “I don’t know what it is about you, Ty. Since yesterday, you’ve barely left my thoughts. I’ve tried to tell myself that what I’m feeling is because I’ve only just come out. I’ve tried to tell myself these feelings are because you’re the first man I’ve ever been with but even I don’t believe that’s true. What I feel when I’m with you doesn’t make sense. I don’t want to be anywhere else. I don’t care about anything else. I just want to touch you and to hold you and I want your lips on mine. Maybe I’m in a delusional state or maybe the situation with my wife and then meeting you and coming out, has had a traumatic effect on me but…”

 

“Shut up,” Ty said while grinning before he leaned in and kissed Kent to silence him. He knew he had to stop Kent from talking. Ty knew Kent was feeding his struggling thoughts with struggling words. He also knew Kent was trying to tell him he really liked him. It made Ty feel special and his heartbeat quickened. Kent kissed back without a second thought and again his arms surrounded Ty. The heat between them re-emerged instantly.

 

Kent was a force and a presence as the first half of their dance disposed of quite some time. He entered Ty with a patience and consideration that showed no sign of a first time. Uncertainty fell away as if it never existed and soon their lips and bodies were glued together like nothing could ever part them. Conjoined, they held tight and kissed hard but there were no pumping movements of the cock that had penetrated Ty. They lay together, holding each other and even though Kent was inside of Ty, they were perfectly still except for the kiss. They were drowning in every aspect of their connection.

 

Transition to sex was to be a slow constant. They existed within their extended moments and then every so often, their bodies and their actions would evolve along with their feelings and desires. The first big change was when Kent began to roll his hips, his hardness driving and retreating. His groan of pleasure as his thickness filled Ty - a man; it was more than he could have believed. He crushed Ty’s body in his embrace, as he slid his cock back and forth inside of him.

 

Ty could not believe how having a man inside of him made him feel. He realized that it had nothing to do with his masculinity at all. He loved being dominant and he loved fucking but the way this man was making love to him, the way he was giving to him, even more than the previous day, he loved it as well. It gave him a feeling of fulfillment and self-discovery and for the first time, he understood that life was not one-sided and should not be stereotyped. It was about openness.

 

Kent dominated Ty sexually and Ty submitted willingly. Much later, their roles were reversed and with an equal and perfect symmetry, Ty made love to Kent in a long and enduring fashion. It was a time that was extraordinary to both men but it was also a time that filled two flagging and empty hearts.

 

Hours after Ty had entered Kent’s hotel room, they lay naked and wrapped around each other. Broken only by longing kisses, they talked and let their fortresses collapse. They revealed all their secrets and swept themselves clean in the process, setting their limitations free. They came to know each other and amidst the sex and honesty, the bizarre connection joined their souls. Though neither believed in such a concept, it felt like they were meant to be together and like a history was waiting to unfold.

 

Before midnight, they had discussed starting a new life together in another city. Nothing was decided or agreed upon but in both men’s minds, they imagined their time in Cleveland would be over in days.

 

Between food and conversation, from the early afternoon to the early hours of the morning, they shared the fulfilling nature of making love and the wild abandon of heated fucking and sex, until finally they fell into a deep and peaceful sleep. The following morning after yet another physical consummation of each other’s body, they decided on the west coast by the ocean.

 

Old habits often die very hard and so fear and uncertainty still existed. Regardless, it was impossible to dismiss the powerful lure to a new and different life, no matter what the outcome would be. All they knew for certain was that they needed and loved each other. Two days following their meeting, after their lives had changed from standard to high definition and while love, lust and respect drove them closer; their plans became a certainty, with hope and trust in each other to be their guides, to a future together that was yet to be written.

 

During the days that followed, Ty returned home with Kent and spoke to his grandfather. He spoke openly and honestly and told him they were in love. He also told him of their plans. He told him that when they arrived wherever they decided to settle, he would contact him to let him know where they were. Ty’s grandfather was happy for him and though he was disappointed he was moving so far away, he understood.

 

As the two men sat on the plain and the wheels left the tarmac and sent them into the air, Kent felt Ty’s hand squeeze his firmly. Kent turned from the window to look at Ty and Ty’s eyes, which had been looking out the window as well, floated easily to Kent’s eyes and he smiled.

 

“There’s no turning back now,” Ty said.

 

“I don’t want to turn back. I only want to go forward but with you at my side, Ty.”

 

Ty smiled back and with love in his eyes and the accepted knowledge he was finally a gay man entering into a gay life, he replied, “There’s nowhere else I want to be and no one else I would rather be with. I love you, Kent.”

 

“I love you, too,” Kent replied.

 

“Then upward and onward and here’s to tomorrow,” Ty said and then following a brief, soft and loving kiss, they sat back and wondered exactly what tomorrow would hold in store.