Ch 1.
Closing the door behind me as I crept out the guest room I couldn't believe what I had just done. I collapsed on my bed and buried my head in a pillow. Thinking to myself "I just really fucked up." I knew I should have never agreed to it, I should have just said no. I guess what's done is done and you can't change the past. "It was just a one time thing anyway." Is what I told myself. Just then my phone rung, I reached over, grabbed it and looked at the ID it read Tasha, my wife was calling. Damn! I let it go to voicemail I really didn't want to talk to her right now I just drifted off to sleep. That wasn't any comfort I merely dreamed about what had happen earlier.
When I woke up I got up out my bed and heard my wife in the living room talking. I came out and said "Hey bae....." I stopped in mid sentence, when I seen her cousin sitting next to her. "What's wrong with you?" She said giving me a crazy look. My mouth had froze; my mind flashed back and I retreated to the bathroom and sat down on the toilet. "Get yourself together." I said to myself. The thing is KeAndre, he's my wife's cousin, moved in with us about a month ago after getting out of prison. She asked me would it be okay for him to come live with us while she help him get his life together being that she is a lawyer. At first I didn't think it was a good idea being that I am a Lawyer too; I know most men end up back in jail shortly after being released. Since he's my wifes family I agreed.
The day he got released my wife went and picked him up, I stayed home and set up the guest room, then cooked some dinner as I waited for them to arrive. When they arrived my wife introduced us "DeAndre this is my husband ReQuan, everyone just cause him Quan." He dropped his bags and gave me a big smile saying "Hey fam, nice to meet you." We sat down for dinner to discuss what he need to do to try and get his life back in order. Threw out the conversation DeAndre managed to convince me he was a stand up guy that just headed down the wrong path, so I didn't think there would be any problems. Looking back I should have fore seen there would be, giving later that night I seen him walking from the bathroom to his room covered by a towel around the waist; and I all I could think was "Damn!" I must admit I have dabbled in the same sex, but I stopped when I got married; I love my wife and didn't want to do anything that could hurt her but in that instance Andre made me forget that. When he caught me staring he just smiled and walked in his room. I was tempted to catch a peak but I went back to my room.
Today is when the problem started, right after my wife left for work. I went into the kitchen fixed me a glass of orange juice then headed back up to my room. Right as I got to the top of the stairs, Andre walks pass with a towel wrapped around his waist. He shots me a smile "You like what you see cuz?" Taken back I asked him "What makes you say that?" "I could see it in your eyes." I laughed and walked into my room, flopped back on my bed and laid there. I heard him turn on the shower, and my mind just drifted. I could see him dropping his towel on the floor, exposing his magnificent chiseled body, stepping into two the steamy shower and lathering up his body. I found myself gripping my dick and bitting my lip. I wanted to join him but I shook them thoughts out my head. Until he showed up at my room door naked asking for some soap. I was like "Huh" as my eyes moved in the direction of his dangling meat. "Can I get some soap cuz?" "Oh yeah, yeah, yeah i'll bring it to you" I told him. I walked into my bathroom and found some unopened soap, then slowly walked to the guest bath. When I opened the door and could see his outline behind the shower curtain. He peaked out, "Good looking out" and reached for the soap. I handed it to him and turned to walk out when he said "Quan it's be a minute since I fucked something." Shocked I studdered "Really?" Andre was like "Yeah, can I be honest with you cuz?" I sat down on the toilet "Sure, you can tell me anything." I told him. He was quiet for a second then said. "Can you wash my back." Is that what he wanted to be honest about I thought to myself? Nevertheless I walked up, shaking I was so nervous, he handed me the soap turning his back towards me. I started to rub his broad shoulder, then between his shoulder blades. "Lower" he said, so I washed lower around his back, he turned around and stood face to face with me "Lower" he repeated.
I dropped down to my knees, dropping the soap on the floor next to me. I looked up at him and said "Dre, this is the best way to clean this." I took his meat in my mouth, moving my head back and forth while rubbing his balls. He rubbed the top of my head and grunted as his dick grew in my mouth. His dick grew hard, and he was maneuverering my head on it, with deep thrust. Slob was leaking from my mouth and dripping from his testicles. He pulled my head back then looked down at me. "Lets got to my room." With a smile. Dre stepped out the shower dripping wet, and walked past me. The moment I stepped in his room, I dropped my boxers, stepped out of them and walked over to the bed. I bent over and told him to "Come get it." Leaning against the wall smiling he walked up; dick standing at attention, he greased me up and stepped right inside me. I took a deep breath, then let out a long moan "Ooooh Shittttt man....." He grabbed me by my hip with one hand pushing in slow. I moaned in pleasure yet gripped the sheets in pain; he felt so thick like he was ripping open. I looked back to see Dre staring down at my ass devour his dick, he looked up and smiled at me. My heart fluttered, his smile made me want to please him. I push his hand away from my hip, throwing my ass back making it smack against his groin. Fucking myself with his dick. Dre stood his ground with his hands on his hips. "Take that dick!" he muttered before pushing my head down to the mattress, and climb up on the bed, slamming his pipe in me balls deep! It felt AMAZING. Biting the pillow, I'm telling you I was loving every moment of it, every stroke felt better then the last. We eventually eneded up on the bed on our sides with him pounding my guts screaming "where do you want this nut." I turned and pulled him in for a kiss and said "Inside me." He dumped every drip drop inside my warm not wet ass, then dropped on his back lifeless. He managed to turn his head my way to say "God Damn that was some good ass." Before I could respond he was passed out sleep. I got up and quietly crept out the guest room.
Which brings us to now. I got up off the toilet and walked back into the living room, my wife jumped up and immediately asked me was I okay; I told her I was fine I just wasn't feeling good; that my stomach was messed up. Andre chuckled and my wife snipped "That not funny..." She told me to sit down and she would get me a drink. When Tasha walked into the kitchen, Dre quickly said "Man you tripping you betta act right, I aint tryna get caught." I rolled my eyes and waited for my wife to come back, "Well bae I was just dropping by to pick up a bite to eat, I have to see a client then head back to the office I'll call you later bae to check on you." She kissd me on the fore head then walked out the door. Just me and Dre again.
He looked over at me out the corner of his eyes, "You okay?" I looked at him "Do you care?" He scrugged up his face. "Am I suppose too?" I sucked my teeth "I guess not." He sat there quiet for a while watching tv until the show went on commercial. "Come here." He said to me softly, I didn't move. He asked again. Still I sat there; "Look I don't know why the fuck you got a attitude but you need to change that shit quick." I sucked my teeth again then got up and walked over, standing right in front of him. He grabbed my hand and pulled me down on him. I laugh and adjusted myself. Here I am a grown ass man sitting in another mans lap, face to face with him. He looked me in my eyes and said "Imma be honest with you; because that all I know how to be. I dont love you, but I do like you..... I think.... I like you a lot." I smiled which made him leaned up and kissed me. Dre lips were so soft yet moist at the same time. He was making me hot as we made out in the chair. I started rocking in his lap and I could feel him becoming excited. "You ready for that second round?" he asked without a word I stood up and slipped my drawls off, just to returned to his lap, I continued to rock and his dick rubbed between my ass cheeks. Finally he lifted me up to slowly lower me ontop his stiff stick, taking in every inch I bit his bottom lip and gripped his neck. I could feel him deep up inside me, and his lil jabs sent shock waves of pleasure threw my body, that felt like they were crossing over to him as we kissed . He hand crept under my shirt and explored my back causing me to maoning a little louder. He bit me on the shoulder, then kissed me on the neck before mumbling in my ear "Aww baby your so tight." Just then the door handle juggled....
Ch 2
I jumped off Dre's dick as the door handle jiggled and grabbed boxers. I quickly slipped them on, falling back on the couch, as though I was watching TV. The door opened and in walked the maid, it slipped my mind that she was coming today. "Hi Mr. Quan, "Hi Mr. Andre" she said in broken english. We both replied "Hi". I was horny as fuck and wanted to jump back on top of Dre but didn't want to take the chance of the maid catching me taking that good good. I just got up and went up to my room; I need to go by my office to get a little work done even though I really was off today. I closed my room door behind me and took off my boxers, jumped in the shower, couldnt be walking round smelling of sex. I got out, dried off, and walked into my walk-in closet, to see Dre standing there butt ass naked. I smiled "I cant wear you can I?" He walked up to me and said "Lets see?" I pushed him back "I cant" I have to head into the office to see a client and do some work" He sucked his teeth, "Cant you see I'm excited?" He asked "I know, I know but..." I said as I bent over to get some boxers out of the drawer, he slipped his dick right inside me. I had to grab the dresser handle to keep from falling. That pipe made me weak in the knees, Dre grabbed my waist open my ass cheeks and dipped in and out of me fast and hard, the sounds of us colliding filled the closet and finally ending with a loud long moan and him standing in me shivering. "I just needed to get that up out of me."
After I slowly pulled off his thick dick,
I ran out the closet and took another shower then found some causal pants and shirt to head into the office. I had made partner last year and it gave me a couple perks, one being I could take days off when I wanted, also come in whenever. I usually made it there by nine but today I decided I wanted to be off, I just needed meet with this unknown repeat client coming in today; with a lot of money, so he was priority to the firm. Driving down the street, with the top down, I couldn't help but think about Dre and then Tasha popped in mind, I felt a little guilty thinking 'How could I do this to her, my beautiful wife' I got so caught up in thought I almost ran into the back of another car as I was coming up to a red light. As I waited for the light a thought came a cross my mind, a thought that was saying 'leave Dre alone now, dont mess things up with your wife.' I shook my head, cleared my head and proceeded to the office. Pulling up I let the valet park my car, getting a text from my Secretary telling my client had just arrived. When I got to my personal office I opened my blind, glance out at the beautiful view, then sat down at my desk, opened the waiting file and took a look at the name... It looked so familiar I thought. "Melanie, you can send him in." A few seconds later a well dress, dark skinned man walked in; I stood up, reached out my hand to shake his. After he sat down I asked "How are you today Mr. Jackson?" he laughed and said "Why so formal ReQuan? Its been a long time you must not remember me." I looked him in his face and it just didn't ring a bell, "No sir, I'm really sorry but my memory fails me."
That's when he stood up and walked over to the wall I had with a picture of me and my wife on a beach in Jamaica, "hmmm my home country." he looked at me and asked "So you married now?" I shook my head "Yes" Mr. Jackson smiled staring at the picture "Do you what my last memory of you is?" "No, enlighten me sir." He turned to me "It was you getting me off for a drug charge that would have put me away for twenty years. Since then I've been staying out of trouble, building my empire, doing the right thing. But the DEA seem to think I built my empire off the back of young men, selling drugs for me." I sat back in my chair reviewing the file, "Well here it says they have pictures, videos, and eye witness that are ready to testify against you." Again he laughed, "I'm not worried about the witness, I just need you to work your magic and make sure I'm able to keep running my empire. Make it happen and I'll throw in a Mil' personally for you under the table, plus your regular fees. Also i'll refer all my top associates to you." Then he walked over to me, grabbed me and forcing over my desk; then started grinding up against my ass, I could feel his dick rock hard ready to bust out his slacks and enter inside me. I was shocked, and didnt know what to do. Then my adrenaline kicked in and I pushed him off of me.
Mr Jackson threw his hands up and back away. "So you still don't remember how I use to beat it up back when your office was in the hood." I slid my finger under my desk to press a button that locked my office door. I untucked my shirt and unbutton my pants letting them drop to my knees. "No but lets see if you can remind me." I couldn't believe what I was saying, but he waited no time unzipping his pants pulling his dick out sitting it on my back, he reached in his pocket pulling on a condom, sliding down his long ass prick. He bent down spit on in my ass, then slid his tongue inside. Mr. Jackson stood up and pulled me back on his meat. Toying with me he only gave me a couple inches, jugging me gently "Yes, this ass is just ass tight as I remember." he said feeding me more and more . "Devan, give me that dick, damn give me that dick" I said, he rammed all of it in me bringing me to my toes, then went to slamming into me hard, rocking my desk. "So you remember me now huh" He was fucking me so good that I couldn't speak right, just nod my head. After a while, I got into the groove and went to throwing my ass back, he moved his hips hitting me from different angles. I stepped out my pants up upon both knees, poking my ass out on my desk. Devan grabbed my ass, coffins them while pulling them open and unleashed a slaughter on my ass. I threw my head back, mouth wide open, pouting loud as fuck; I couldn't help it this Rude Boy knew how to work what he had. "Mr. Quan are you okay?" I heard over my desk intercom. I tried to answer but he was fucking the words out my mouth. I had to tap out in order to get him to pull out, when he did I heard a pop sound, my ass didn't want to let him go. I slowly climbed off the desk and stepped back into my pants, as soon as I sat down; my office door opened. Head of security stood there. "Sir, are you okay we heard strange noises from this office." I looked over at Devan standing facing the window, dick hanging out his pants, he looked back at security "We're fine, now can we get back to our meeting?" Security looked at me and I nodded, and he walked out closing the door behind him. Devan walked over to me and tapped his dick head on my bottom lip,asking "Are we done here?" I looked up at him and said "I wish we wasn't, but I have to get out of here." So we ended the meeting and agreed on having lunch within the next couple days to discuss the case.
As I was walking out to my car, the same security officer stopped and pulled me to side saying "I got it all on tape."
All In The Family Pt. 3
As I waited for his response I went up to my office, had my morning meeting with my secretary to update me on my daily schedule, then off to my weekly meeting with the junior partners, finally the meeting with the resident attorneys. By the time I finished all those it was time to meet Mr. Jackson for lunch. I informed my secretary I would be out of the building for an hour and headed down to the lobby. I went to have the valet pull my car but he informed me there was a car waiting for me. I walked up and the door auto opened I stepped in and sat down expecting to see my client, but there was no sign of him. The driver drove me to a restaurant downtown that I use to love to eat at. The automatic door open and I stepped out, for some reason that whole car experience had me feeling highly important. As I walked in the server escorted me to a backroom table where Mr. Jackson was sitting there waiting for me. He stood when I approached the shook my hand and sat back down. "So Mr. Jackson, what are you being char with and how can I help." He slouched back and laughed. "Just like you to dive straight in to work." I smiled "Well what else is there to dive into?" As soon as I said I caught myself. "Never mind, but really what are you being charged with." He sat up straight then leaned in towards me with a stressful look on his face. Threw me a file then said " Drug trafficking, murder, prostitution, and tax evasion. Right then I knew I needed the best." I looked over the file, "To me the drug trafficking and prostitution I can get thrown out but murder and tax evasion I don't know if I can we may have to go before a judge on those two." Right then the server brought two plates of food, two glass of white wine and two glasses of water. "I hope you don't mind I ordered for you. I still remember the food you like, hopefully I got it right." He always makes me feel so special but so feminine at the same time. I smiled "Yea man, you got it right." When the waiter walked away he said on the sly "You know what a good meal use to lead to back in the day." I looked up at the amazing smile, and laughed as I shook my head. "Listen that ain't go happen, it shouldn't have happened the other day." Mr. Jackson busted out laughing, "Why not?" He leaned back in his chair now sporting a even bigger smile. "Wasn't it good?" I couldn't help but smile, and he knew it was good, shit it was great; all he wanted to do was hear me say it. I picked up my for and took a bit of my baked fish. Mr. Jackson sat there smile bobbing his head; still smiling. "So you silent over there huh?" He stood up from the table, I didn't even both to look at him. I just thought to myself 'What is he up too?' Next thing you know I feel his dick sitting on my shoulder.
Chapter 4
I look to my right and see his hard dick resting right there on my shoulder, I casually push it off and asked him to please have a seat. Does he listen? Nope, this man reaches for my head, pulling it towards his crotch. "Kiss it" he whispers looking down at me. I shake my head no. "Kiss it" he repeats pressing his head against the part in my lips. I shake my head loose and push him away from me. "I need you to sit down, get your self together and let's continue our meeting, your facing some serious charges, this ain't the time for that." he takes a deep sigh, then steps up to me again; dick in hand. I sat there as he taped he dick on my bottom lip saying "I'm.... Not.... Worried..... I got you as my lawyer." I sat there shaking my head, he ends up sitting down on the table in front of me dick hanging out the zipper. Annoyed I plead with him. "Look just because I'm your lawyer doesn't mean that you're going to get off, we need to act like professionals and work out a plan so that we can ensure a successful trial." "You got me off last time I know you can do it again man, now come on, chew this meat. You know you want too." He replied, reaching once again for my head. "Mr. Jackson, let me be real with you. Murder trials and drug trials are very different, I got you off with that drug trial partially because most people do drugs, or know someone who does them; so jurist don't care much about prosecuting drug dealers or what happens with ctheir trails. But murder trials are a different playing field, you are presumed guilty until I can show your innocence. No jurist wants to be the one that lets a murderer free. So we need to figure out a plan or you can plan you some jail time." That time it sunk in, because he sat on that table quiet for a while before he got up from the table, tucked his dick back into his pants, and sat down in his seat.
"Ok, what do we have to do?" Mr. Jackson asked. "First I need to know your whereabouts around the time of the murder, and anybody who seen you and can verify your alibi." "Ok." "So where were you the night of the murder?" I ask him. He leans back in his chair so they he's balancing himself on two chair legs. After a minute or so he says "My child's mother house." I smile. "Perfect we can use her in the trial and have her testify." A grin creaked across his face. Sucking my teeth, I rolled my eyes, shook my head, and exhaled. "What's wrong, why the smile?" I snap at him. "We can't use her." He told me. "Why not!" I yell. "Because." he replies. I start looking around the room, swiftly, kind of irratic like. "Because? Because! That's the best answer you could think of to that question." Mr. Jackson starts laughing. "Calm down man, chill." He tells me. "She can't testify because she wasn't there." "Ok, well what about neighbors, did a friend stop by, anybody at all. Shit the fucking mail man. Anybody! Can anybody place you there." I beg. "Yes there's someone who can place me there." I sit there staring at him. Waiting for him to tell me who. And I wait. Finally I slowly part my mouth and ask him. "Who?" "Oh my baby mamas son." Excited I say give me his info, I'll contact him and get a statement.
Why didnt of tell the detective you had a witness?" I questioned. "Because." He looked at me and quickly finished saying "I didn't want his mom to know out I was there." Confused, I ask him "Why not, she your baby mother?" "I know but me and her are not on good terms, and I'm almost positive she'd want to know why I was at her house while she was out of town. Mr. Jackson explains before I return with, "Well why were you there then?" That fucking smirk returned. "Jackson why were you there. Forget that, I really don't care. I just want to know why the son can't testify." He starts to laugh nervously, "Well, he can't testify because he would have to tell the truth right?" "Ok, well what's the truth, I dont have all day sir." He mumbled something I couldn't quite make out. "What was that?" He looked me right in the face, "The truth is I was balls deep in that warm, wet, tight pussy of his; when that dude was murdered. But if he testify his mom will find out and I dont need those problems."
I just sat there; shocked. I didnt know what the fuck to say. I couldn't comprehend what was just said. I needed a moment. When I finally regained some sense of thought I asked him "How... Or should I say why did you fuck the mother of your child's Son." Scratching his chin he straight up told me "It just happened." "So you telling me, a lawyer. That he just fell on your dick?" Mr. Jackson busted out a hearty laugh, "kinda sorta, but on the real it just happened. Listen you know once his mom had my son I started coming around more, staying the night and shit. I would see him around the house of course but never looked at him really. Until one day I was over there with his mom, I had just finished beating her back in, so thinking we were home alone I come out the room naked to walk to the kitchen. Dick hanging long and swinging and shit, when I bent the hall standing there is her son. He looks me up and down then shoots me a smile. From then on it seemed like he was always smiling at me or checking me out so eventually I started to take notice of him. He ain't look like the type to fuck around but then again neither do I. Nonetheless I was at the house one day and he walks out his room., pants sagging shirtless. Lil nigga was Slim and tatted from his neck down. I never noticed until that day because he always had a shirt on when I was around. He walks over and speaks to his mom that's when I noticed he had his golds in. My dick jumped, I knew I wanted him then but time passed and I never made a move, kind of out of fear. It seem like fate when I finally got up in him, because me and him ended up alone at the house. I heard him ask his mom where she was going and if I was here. She told him to his grandmother house and that I was sleep. I wasn't tho. Later that night I get hungry and I walk out to the kitchen to get me something to eat. Out comes this nigga in nothing but some tight ass boxers, talking bout he thought he was home alone. I checked him out, right as he looked at me. I could help myself that ass he had was looking just right. My dick grew in the boxers I had on until it was standing straight up, he couldn't miss it. Her son walks up and grips my dick, I wanted to push him away but I didn't. I didn't but I should have. He ended up on his knees trying to suck my dick, we were right there in the dining room and I put him over the kitchen table. He was super tight, but I squeeze up in that nigga he cried and bitches. Scratching the top of the table. That nigga ass was hungry for the meat, he looked back at me throw his hips back. You would of thought he was a pro. That ass opened right up for me and I pounded that pussy right the with him face down on the dining room table. Damn near end up on the floor jack hammering his guts. Then flooded his ass with nut. That very night I fucked him two more times once in his bed and I wore that bussy out in his mom's bed. I mean I had him telling me he couldn't take another stroke man. He limped out that room, feeling on his booty hole. I could see the nut running down his leg. To put it simple he can't get enough of the dick now; nigga worst then you were. He run the street during the day looking like a real killer but I kills that space between them thigh at night. " I must admit I was kinda mad, and jealous that he was giving this young nigga my dick. But I couldn't let on to him that I care. He wasn't mine. All I could do was my job so I did. "Mr. Jackson where do you want to go from here."
Chapter 5
"Listen, all I need you to do is find a way for me to beat this case. I can't go to jail, nor do I want to do any jail time. My empire that I work so hard to built will fall. I can't have that happen. So I need you to work your magic." Mr. Jackson explained to me. I sat there ears open trying to listen to him as his mouth moved, but my mind was focused on the fact he fucked another dude, it was still caught up on that. I had to take a second and remember that I am a professional, that my feelings could not hinder my duties to my client; so I replied "I got to work out how to do that. You fucked our only witness and don't want them to take the stand. Are you still having sexual relations with the him?" Mr. Jackson smiled and replied "Why?" Taken back "WHY, WHAT YOU MEAN WHY!!!! " I shouted out across the table. " Yes, why do you need to know if we are still fucking, how does it relate to this case." he asked me now laughing. "It pertains a lot to this case now answer the question." Mr. Jackson leant back in his chair with a cool ass grin stretching as far as his face would allow. "You aren't jealous are you?" Came slithering out his mouth. Stunned I sat quiet just trying to process his question as well as prepare my response, before I could, he opened up his mouth and said "I think your mad that I gave this good dick to that lil nigga and not you. That it wasn't your guts I was digging out on my girls bed. You wanted to be the one moaning in my ear with you legs on my shoulder; clawing at my back as I went deeper then you thought a dick could reach, hitting spots your imagination couldn't conceive. YOU wanted to be the one creaming all over this dick, bussing a nut all over my stomach. Am I correct here? " Not saying a word, I pushed back from the table, stood up and walked away.
The waiter stopped and asked me" Are you leaving already? "I just kept walking pass him. Mr. Jackson ran up quick and pulled me back by my arm. I felt every eye in the restaurant dart on us. "Where you going man, we not finished with our meeting." "Sir, we are finished, done, complete. I suggest you obtain a new lawyer because this case won't be tried by me." I tore my arm loose and started to walking towards the exit again but yet again he stopped me; throwing me up against the wall of the restaurant, I'm assuming he forgot we were in. A couple of the patrons gasp in disbelief that this situation was happening right in from of them. "Man if you don't get up off me, it's go be problems." I scolded. "Don't you ever put your hands on my nigga I'd fuck you up in this fucking place." With that said Mr. Jackson pushed me back pinning my shoulders to the wall. "Since you want to behave like a bitch imma do you how I do my bitches when they act up." Out of nowhere he grabbed me closed and kissed me. Not a regular kiss but deep tongue down your throat, movie type kiss, where the Earth moved in slow motion as the two lovers lips intertwined type of kiss. When we finally parted I didn't know what to do. I just stood there; expressionless, then I looked around the room at everyone staring at us, then I stared at him. My heart fluttered this time. Which made me grip it. I have feelings for him and just now realizing how serious they were. The fucked up part is I think he may have the same feelings.
I became light headed and slide down the wall until my ass touched the floor. My mind was now racing. What do I do, how should I continue, I came up with the conclusion that there wasn't anything I could do. I'm fucking married but I'm now aware that I want Mr. Jackson back in my life, back inside me, touching that spot. I wanted what that lil nigga was getting. It should be all mines. But fuck I'm married, happily at that. Mr. Jackson kneeled down I'm front of me asking "You alright man?" I merely stared at him. "Aye MAN, you ight?" I shook my head yes. I finally got up slowly off the floor. Everyone was still staring; "I got to go." I darted towards the exit as fast as my feet would allow. The valet pulled my car around, I tipped him and left that place behind me. That kiss wasn't expected nor did I know what it entailed. Or if it was just part of a scheme to manipulate me. I'm a grown ass man that's married to a beautiful woman. I shouldn't be experiencing these feelings for him. This shit is absolutely unacceptable. I'm losing myself but I refuse to lose my marriage. Fucking him the other day was wrong, and I knew then that it was going to cause problems. The truth though is that I need to leave all others alone and be happy with my wife.
As I drove home, my mind was clouded with thoughts, my emotions were on edge. I kept repeating that I wouldn't have any thing else to do with Mr. Jackson nor Andre. I was trying to convince myself to believe what my mouth and mind had made up. I know Mr. Jackson would be upset but I have hand his case over to another lawyer. I was decided. When I picked up my phone to dail my office. I noticed a text from a Mr. Jackson with information on the witness I needed and where to find him. "Good Luck" he wrote at the bottom. Against my better judgment I decided I should go and meet with him before I turn over the case. I went to the next light, made a u - turn, and found the closest entrance to the highway and headed downtown. I opened the text and it said he would be standing on the corner of 19th street near a store. When I reached my destination I seen half a dozen young men standing in front of a store on 19th. The problem is that Mr. Jackson sent no description of him just his name; Kindred.
I pull up to this corner store, and all heads turned to watch me. My car made me stand out, I doubt they were use this see vehicles of this caliber riding up in this neighborhood, none the less I got out, locked my door and approached the group of guys. As I walked up they walked in the other direction so I called out "Does anybody know Kindred?" Non said a word, I asked again; still no answer. "I'm here because Mr. Jackson sent me. As his attorney I need to ask Kindred a couple questions. I guess I'll just go get him from his office and have him point you out." One of them stopped walking and looked back at me. "WHAT FUCKING QUESTIONS CAN I ANSWER?!?! He yell from halfway down the block. I wave for him to come closer. He made a funny face and approached slowly, well as fast as his sagging pants would allow.
"Hi Kindred, I'm Quan Mr. Jackson's attorney. I'm not sure if you are aware of this but he’s being accused of murder and from what he tells me you're the only one who can claim his innocence." Looking confused Kindred asked me "How am I supposed to know if that nigga innocent, that ain’t got shit to do with me man. So leave me out all that." He turned to walk away when I started to explain "Look he told me he was with you that night. It was a night your mom was out of town, And from how he explains it a great night between the two of you." The conversation had caught the attention of his friends now who were all sitting around listening to the transfer of words between us. "Ion even know what you rappin bout man." Kindred proclaimed "Well listen come take a ride with me. Maybe you know a place more private we can discuss this. "Yeah man I do." "Can we drive there; I don't want to leave my car out here." He started laughing "Yeah I’ll ride with you, come on." I followed Kindred to my car, unlocking it remotlessly. We hop in and he directs me to what looked like a ran down duplex. He told me when can talk there, even though he had nothing to tell.
Following behind Kindred, we walked up to the door and went right in. No knocking, no locked door, no nothing. "Who lives here?" I asked. "Nobody" He responded "It's my office." He directed me to the back of the apartment where there were two closed doors. he open the one on the right only to see a young lady on her back with her legs on some guys shoulder; the guy was giving the females pussy a beating something serious. The guy looked back "Give me a minute Kin; I’ll be done with this hoe." He shouted out. We waited at the door for a couple of minutes, until we heard two loud groans then silence. The door opened and out came the female clutching a small bag filled with white powder. Kindred walked in and I followed behind him. The pussy abuser was standing there taking of the condom, which he threw in the corner on top a pile of other used ones. He looked up at us then back down; he wiped the remaining residue of cum off his dick and flicked it on the floor. Saying "Kin that bitch better have my money later, hoe go make me punch her in her shit." Then he looked over at me. "Who's that, the police?" "Naw nigga, he's a lawyer." Kindred answered. "Shit same thing" the guy claimed tucking his dick back in his boxers. "I’m out this bitch bro, be easy." The guy walked out the room saying not another word, closing the door behind him.
"So how can I help you Mr. Lawyer?" Kindred asked sarcastically as he flopped down on this couch in the corner. I stood in front of him and explained "Like I told you earlier Mr. Jackson informed me that you are the only witness that can testify that he wasn’t murdering anyone that night." "Testify, as in front of a jury? Man fuck that I ain’t tryna step foot back in a courthouse." I stood there shaking my head. "With the relationship yall got you would really just let him go to jail, especially for some shit he ain’t do?" Kindred frowned up his face like he was frustrated before telling me "I don’t give a fuck, if he goes what can I do? But keep on living my life." I sucked my teeth, I was tired of his I don’t care attitude. "Listen, Mr. Jackson told me you two have a sexual relationship, along with one with your mother. Am I correct?" "You really tripping man, what kind of relationship is that?" Kin asked. "One where he fucks you." On that statement Kindred stood up "Man I’m done, I can’t help you. You're making up shit now. Ain't nobody stuck no dick up in me." "Calm down I’m not trying to upset you, I'm just repeating what I was told by my client." Visibly pissed off Kindred yells "That fuck nigga lying, he must be a faggot and want to fuck me. But I ain't none of that went down between us.” I decided to just let end the conversation there. “Here’s my card, please consider testify for Mr. Jackson. If all you two did was watch movies and a couple of TV shows just testify to that. It will go along way I believe.” Kindred takes my card and slides it in his pocket. As I turn to walk out his ‘office’ the door slowly opens. Standing there is Mr. Jackson, staring me precisely into my face. Up jumps Kindred and walks over to him. “What’s up man, what brings you here?” He asks him. “I’m here because a birdie told me y’all two were up in here handling business. I just wanted to see how that was going.” I went and sat down on the couch and watch them as he talked. “We handled our business. Im not testifying and I’m done talking with this lawyer.” He said looking back at me.
“Alright Kindred I got it from here. Let me have a conversation with my lawyer. I will get back to you later.” A sad puppy dog look came across Kindred’s face as the door closed in. I guess he only speculate what was going to happen in his ‘office’. Mr. Jackson walked over to me and sat down. “I told you he wouldn’t testify.” He grinned. “He’s telling me all you two did was watch movies all night.” “Well that’s how the night started but it end with this meat burrowing deep inside his bowels. I’m telling you the way he would moaning when I hit bottom was magical. Makes me want to go out there and fuck him now.” Hearing him say that shit bothered me, I’m almost certain he knew this. I got up off the couch and headed for the door. “Where you going?” He asked. “I’m done here, I’m going home.” He ran up on, pulling me back to the couch, “None man don’t go yet chill with me for a second.” Shaking my head, “I really got to go, get Kindred to keep you company.” Mr. Jackson laughed at the comment and slide down on his knees in front of me. “Oh please, oh please, stay and hang out with me. He teased. He reached for my zipper, pulling it down. He looked up at me “You sure you want to go man?” I ain’t speak a word. He reaches down in my slacks and pulls out my semi-hard dick. With one hand griping the base he takes it all in with one gulp; all the way down to his fingers. I flung my head back at the sensation of his warm mouth engulfing my dick. His head bobbed up and down gliding across my jimmy with ease. His wet mouth and tight lips had me about to lose my baby batter all over his throat. A couple more strokes in his throat and I emptied the contents of my scrotum all down his esophagus. When my dick pulled out his mouth it was as clean as it went in. I was beyond amazed, with a combination of shocked. Mr. Jackson had never given me head before. I didn’t even know he knew how. “Kindred never got that.” He said getting off his knees; he leant in and kissed me. “I once loved you, but not him, don’t forget that.”
Ch. 6
"What you mean you once loved me?" I quickly asked, zipping up my pants. "You got to explain that shit!" Walking out the room he replied "What is there to explain, that statement said it all." Quickly grabbing his shoulder and turning him around, "Naw man that don't explain enough. Why are you now just telling me this. When in the past you had all the time in the world too." He turned and walked into the bathroom looking in the mirror, he wiped his mouth and explained "What was the point of telling you then? You were in a relationship, I was too. We were not meant to be permanent. We were fucking for fun. I caught feelings, you couldn't tell?" Shocked i stood there dumb faced, trying to gather my words. "I had feelings for you too but I had no idea you felt the same, if I would have known then I never would have..." Right there I stopped. "You never would've what?" Mr. Jackson questioned. "Nothing it's not important. Just..." Cutting me off "What! It's important to me. Now you never would have did what? " I took a deep breath then turned and walked away. "So it's like that. You go walk away while I'm talking to you." He rushed me up against the wall, grabbing me around my neck, as he stared into my eyes his grip grew tighter. His eyes began to swell until a single tear streamed down his right cheek. He released me "I shouldn't have came back to you for help. You hurt me... Bad. Last time. I thought I could handle it but my feelings getting fucked up again." He walked over and picked up his keys. "Don't worry about the case I'll find a new Iawyer." Were Mr. Jackson's last words as he walked out the door. I was going to chase him down but how would that look.
I walked over and sat down on this old couch, thinking about what he said. I had no idea I hurt him. Last I remember is me telling him I was getting married. He stopped fucking with me right then. So I was the one hurt, what the fuck he talking about? Threw all this confusion running threw my head in walks Kendrid. He shoots me a unit "What you still doing here?" he questioned. "I was just about to leave." He walked pass me pants sagging, ass so phat it wiggled with every step he took. He took off his tank top and threw it on a chair across them room. "Well nigga don't waste no time raising up out of here." I stood up and headed for the door but before I opened it jealousy took over. With my hand on the knob I turned to him and asked "Did Mr. Jackson give you that? “ He head turn quickly in my direction. "WHAT YOU SAY?“ I walked over to him and repeated myself. "Did he give me what?" Kendrid asked. "That ass that's trailing you." His whole facial expression changed, "Man look you need to fucking leave dude with all that gay shit. Before I bust you in yo shit." I took a step back, "I'm just saying, I ain't never seen a ass so perfect sitting on no man." He ain't respond. "So round, so thick, just sitting up pretty. I bet he eat that shit like it's Golden Corral huh?" Still no response; I walked up on while he was rolling a joint on the counter. With one more stepped I pressed my dick up against his ass and stood there. He ain't say shit, so neither did I. I reached down and gripped his right ass cheek it felt like a feather pillow. I press my dick between that ass grinding slowly. Kendrid finished rolling his joint, then sat it down on the counter, he turn around to me, and pushed me clear across the room. As I flew backwards he ran over then went behind a chair picked up a gun. I landed on the same dirty couch, by the time I looked up Kendrid had the gun pressed against my temple.
"Fuck nigga what's wrong with you!!! Pressing ya dick up against me nigga! I should blow yo shit loose." He closed his eyes in anger and I quickly punched him in the fore arm. The gun flew across the floor, we both looked over at it. Kindred punched me in the jaw and jumped up for the gun. I grabbed his leg and tripped him. We wrestled on the floor for the gun but I managed to get it before him. I rolled on top of him pressing the steel against his head. "Get up." He stood up and I told him to walk over to the counter. I pushed his head to the countertop and told him to stay like that. I took a step back and pulled his boxers below his ass cheeks; them beauties popped out like they were escaping prison. "What the fuck you doing man!" Kindred yelled with his forehead still to the counter. I tapped the back of his head with the pistol and told him to "Shut up." I bent down behind him and open up them cakes. Oh what a beautiful view, hole so pretty and red; seem like a light was shining from it. It was glorious. I smacked one ass cheek and he jumped. Then pulled him open again and gave his hole a quick licking. "Hmmm" he groaned. I had him. With the gun on one buttock and my hand on the other. My face disappeared and my tongue dance around his hole, slipping in and out, sliding and diving. Kindred moaned as he tweaked his ass all over my face. I couldn't take it no more I wanted to see what Mr. Jackson was feeling, I had to get up in him. I stood up, sat the gun on the arch of his back. I unzipped and pulled my dick out. I slapped both cheeks at the same time then clutched them, gaping that ass open. With my dick standing strong I position my head in place. But he pushed me back. "Nah man, chill. You've done enough!" I just laughed grabbed his arms and pinned them behind his back while he still bent over the counter. My head found it target, I spit on his Bussy and I proceeded to enter.
His shit felt so good I had to take a step back I wasn't prepared. I went back up to plate, slowly feeding him my meat patiently. Oh shit what a fucking feeling. It was tight, yet warm, soft, cozy, wet. It was AMAZING! I nearly lost my mind stroking that fat ass. I looked down to watch my dick disappear inside me. It was like his shit was spread open on it own. I couldn't hold on I threw the gun down, wrapped my arms around his waist and machine gun that ass. "Ahhhhh Yes!!! This shit good nigga!" I yelled. I stood up straight in that ass, dick rock hard. "Throw that ass back on this dick. MAKE THAT SHIT TALK ON THIS DICK NIGGA!!!“ Kindred put and arch in his back, then threw his ass all over my shit, taking it balls deep. He looked back at me, whimpering as I did my job. That boy was loving the stroke, cream leaking all over the floor. I was getting that feeling, it was time to submit. I felt my balls stiring, my dick hardening. "DAMNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!!!!!!!" I felt my soul leaving me, pure ecstacy. My body went into convulsions as I felt someone grab me from behind and throw me on couch. "God Dawn I ain't never been fuck like that man." Kindred said pulling up his pants. He turned around, and *PoW* right in the chest. I watched in slow motion as he hit the ground.
I jumped up off the couch naked. "Damn man why the fuck you shoot him!!!" Mr. Jackson turned to me. “So this is what we do huh?“ Dismayed I snapped back "Do what? You just shot your only fucking witness man!" "So now he a witness a minute ago he was on ya dick.
Ch. 7
"So that's a good reason to shoot the man because I was fucking him. Did you forget he's your girls son!" Mr. Jackson sucked his teeth then turned and walked out the door. I was going to run behind him but I heard Kindred on the ground wheezing for breath. I immediately took his phone out his pocket and called 911. Then I thought about it, he'd be dead long before the ambulance reached, especially in this neighborhood. I picked him and carried him outside. I managed to get him in my car and other drove as fast as I could to Mercy Hospital, once there I had the ER staff help him out my car and I pulled off. I knew that I couldn't be linked to this shooting, it would be all over the news, maybe even ruin my career, that's something I wasn't about to let happen. As soon as I left the hospital parking lot my phone rang, it was Mr. Jackson; I sent it to voicemail. He just called right back, and every time he called back I sent it to voicemail. After about the 10th call from him, out of nowhere I feel a bump to the rear of my car, I look in my rearview to see Mr. Jackson ramming the back of my car with his Benz. Beyond pissed off i whip my car on to a side street, I jump out, running up to his car pulling his door open and snatching him out. "You must of lost ya fucking mind!!! Hitting my 100 thousand dollar car like that!" Pushing me up off of him he asked "Do you need me to buy you another one? I can have one in your driveway in an hour." "Man fuck all that, you need to leave me alone, find a new lawyer, find a new life, and just forget you ever knew me." Mr. Jackson grabs me by my arms pushing me up against his car. "I'm sorry for shooting dude but that shit hurt." I just stood there shaking my head, not wanting to hear the shit he was talking. He pulled me closed to him, wrapping his arms around me, "Listen I want you to be with me. And only me, move into my shit and be mine. Real shit my life hasn't been the same since we stopped fucking round. I been trying to replace you, but there's no one like you." I just stood there staring into his eyes, dumbfounded. "Do you hear yourself man, do you hear what you saying?! You want Me, a happily married man; to leave his wife and be with you. A very successful drug dealer? Man I'm the top paid lawyer in South Florida, and you want me to be with you. I'm happy with the life I got. I'm sorry you're not." Stepping back from me, he says "I thought you were happiest with this dick up in you?" My response was "Times change." " So you saying we can't fuck no more?" I just shook my head and started walking to my car, half way there I turned around and said " Go check on your other pussy, the one you just shot up."
As soon as I got in my car I noticed 5 missed calls. They were all from Dre, I called back but got no answer. He probably wanted some food or something anyway. I headed home halfway expecting Mr. Jackson to call my phone but he didn't; I can't say I wasn't disappointed in the fact that he didn't. Because truth be told I do have feelings for him, strong feelings. And back in the day I would have been with him in a relationship and shit, but now I have too much to lose dealing with him. I pulled up to my house and into my driveway, i noticed a car parked there, I really didn't recognize. I figured it was one of the maids cars or something. I walked in the house and nobody was around. I looked in Dre room, not a soul. Shit peace and quiet for a minute I figured. I kicked off my shoes, undid my tie and went down to the kitchen to find me something to snack on. But on my way I noticed the pool cleaning equipment by the pool but no pool cleaner as I looked around my pool no pool cleaner. I went into the back looking around, no one. I stood there looking crazy trying to figure out where the pool guy could be. That's when I glanced over at the pool house. I hope he wasn't in there robbing me or something. I made my way over, and as I reached for the door out walks the pool guy, "Sorry Sir, I had to use the restroom." he said in broken English. I looked his slim shirtless body up and down, trying to be sure he didn't have anything in his pockets. "It's alright Fernando. Have you seen Dre?" He turned his head, "No sir I have not, i return to work now."
I made my way back to the house, thinking Dre might be in some kind of trouble, he did call me 5 times. I went up to my room found my phone and called him. No answer. I kept calling, and calling no answer. I walked across the house to his room and called his phone. It was laying on his unmade bed just ringing. That's when I knew something wasn't right. I went into my bedroom closet then into my camera I have hidden inside the closet. A hunch told me to look over the pool house footage. So I pulled it up on the screen and played it back.
In walks Fernando, with Dre behind him, he comes up and grips and handful of Fernandos ass, he unbuttoned his shorts letting them drop to the floor. I watched as Fernando sucked on Dre chest, while he got worked by his finge. It didn't take long for him to be on his knees mouth stretched wide inhaling that thick black dick. Dre used his hand to guide the young latino mouth around his dick. In the video you could see Dres' head hung back, mouth wide open as he explored that mouth with long slow strokes . A minute or so later Dre pulls out shoot cum all over the smooth brown face of Fernando. Then falls back on to the love seat. Thinking the video over, I'm getting up to go find the pool guy when I see out the corner of my eye, him walking over to the love seat. Since Dre was laying back in the chair, Fernando walks up and sits right down on the head of Dre's tree trunk. You can tell it was a struggle to fit it in, but spit helped that along Rocking his waist back and forth. I could see him throw his head back and grip Dre’ shoulder as he thrusted the dick up in him. I would be lying if i said that watching them didn't bother me. I wanted Dre to myself and I thought i would and was the only one. The pool boy rode the head of his dick as if he was scared to take it all. But when Dre rolled him over on the couch, pinning his legs to his chest, pile driving every thick inch inbetween those beautiful ass cheeks, he had no choice but to take it all. I watched as Dre leant in kissing him, while still stroking in and out of him. Then out of nowhere he jumps out of him and starts putting on his clothes, Fernando follows suit putting on his shit. They both hide in a hall closet as the video shows me opening the door and looking around. After my quick look it shows them coming out the closet and Dre looking out the window. I guess to see if I was gone. He must of felt the coast was clear because he pushed Fernando over the arm of the sofa, injecting him with his meat stick. Slinging dick inside the helper relentlessly, a couple minutes later Dre pulled out and nutted all over his back. Stuffed his dick back in his pants then went and got a towel and whipped off his back. U was disguised, I mean i couldn't believe he was fucking other men besides me. I thought what we had was special, that I was the only nigga he would ever put that dick in. But he just showed me how wrong i was.
I returned the cameras back to recording, and left out my closet viewing room. I headed down to the kitchen where i ran into Dre. I walked past him, purposely not saying a word. I guess he noticed, because he crept up behind me and gripped a handful of my ass cheek; "What's up man everything OK?" I knocked his hand away, "I'm good man." This man wrapped his arms around my waist, hugging me tight from the back, and from what i could feel, his dick was brick hard. I tried removing his arms from around me, "I had a long day man let me go. Im sure the pool..." Right then he started sucking on my neck; which i am a shame to say lead to me being butt naked on my back, with my ankles behind my ears, on the island in my kitchen with Dre ramming me as deep as he could. I swear when his soft lips touched mine, my whole body tingled, his deep strokes sent my body into shivers. The way he held my body tight, had me thinking he needs to be the only one in my life. He flipped me over on my stomach, and slide his tongue down the arch of my back until he was dining in my ass, slurping, nibbling, and tantalizing my hole with his fat tongue. Oh God he must know i knew, because he had never ate my ass like this, I was gripping at the marble, my body twitching on the countertop. I opened my eyes and seen the pool guy standing in the window watching the event play out in front of him. I knew then i needed to put on a show.
Closing the door behind me as I crept out the guest room I couldn't believe what I had just done. I collapsed on my bed and buried my head in a pillow. Thinking to myself "I just really fucked up." I knew I should have never agreed to it, I should have just said no. I guess what's done is done and you can't change the past. "It was just a one time thing anyway." Is what I told myself. Just then my phone rung, I reached over, grabbed it and looked at the ID it read Tasha, my wife was calling. Damn! I let it go to voicemail I really didn't want to talk to her right now I just drifted off to sleep. That wasn't any comfort I merely dreamed about what had happen earlier.
When I woke up I got up out my bed and heard my wife in the living room talking. I came out and said "Hey bae....." I stopped in mid sentence, when I seen her cousin sitting next to her. "What's wrong with you?" She said giving me a crazy look. My mouth had froze; my mind flashed back and I retreated to the bathroom and sat down on the toilet. "Get yourself together." I said to myself. The thing is KeAndre, he's my wife's cousin, moved in with us about a month ago after getting out of prison. She asked me would it be okay for him to come live with us while she help him get his life together being that she is a lawyer. At first I didn't think it was a good idea being that I am a Lawyer too; I know most men end up back in jail shortly after being released. Since he's my wifes family I agreed.
The day he got released my wife went and picked him up, I stayed home and set up the guest room, then cooked some dinner as I waited for them to arrive. When they arrived my wife introduced us "DeAndre this is my husband ReQuan, everyone just cause him Quan." He dropped his bags and gave me a big smile saying "Hey fam, nice to meet you." We sat down for dinner to discuss what he need to do to try and get his life back in order. Threw out the conversation DeAndre managed to convince me he was a stand up guy that just headed down the wrong path, so I didn't think there would be any problems. Looking back I should have fore seen there would be, giving later that night I seen him walking from the bathroom to his room covered by a towel around the waist; and I all I could think was "Damn!" I must admit I have dabbled in the same sex, but I stopped when I got married; I love my wife and didn't want to do anything that could hurt her but in that instance Andre made me forget that. When he caught me staring he just smiled and walked in his room. I was tempted to catch a peak but I went back to my room.
Today is when the problem started, right after my wife left for work. I went into the kitchen fixed me a glass of orange juice then headed back up to my room. Right as I got to the top of the stairs, Andre walks pass with a towel wrapped around his waist. He shots me a smile "You like what you see cuz?" Taken back I asked him "What makes you say that?" "I could see it in your eyes." I laughed and walked into my room, flopped back on my bed and laid there. I heard him turn on the shower, and my mind just drifted. I could see him dropping his towel on the floor, exposing his magnificent chiseled body, stepping into two the steamy shower and lathering up his body. I found myself gripping my dick and bitting my lip. I wanted to join him but I shook them thoughts out my head. Until he showed up at my room door naked asking for some soap. I was like "Huh" as my eyes moved in the direction of his dangling meat. "Can I get some soap cuz?" "Oh yeah, yeah, yeah i'll bring it to you" I told him. I walked into my bathroom and found some unopened soap, then slowly walked to the guest bath. When I opened the door and could see his outline behind the shower curtain. He peaked out, "Good looking out" and reached for the soap. I handed it to him and turned to walk out when he said "Quan it's be a minute since I fucked something." Shocked I studdered "Really?" Andre was like "Yeah, can I be honest with you cuz?" I sat down on the toilet "Sure, you can tell me anything." I told him. He was quiet for a second then said. "Can you wash my back." Is that what he wanted to be honest about I thought to myself? Nevertheless I walked up, shaking I was so nervous, he handed me the soap turning his back towards me. I started to rub his broad shoulder, then between his shoulder blades. "Lower" he said, so I washed lower around his back, he turned around and stood face to face with me "Lower" he repeated.
I dropped down to my knees, dropping the soap on the floor next to me. I looked up at him and said "Dre, this is the best way to clean this." I took his meat in my mouth, moving my head back and forth while rubbing his balls. He rubbed the top of my head and grunted as his dick grew in my mouth. His dick grew hard, and he was maneuverering my head on it, with deep thrust. Slob was leaking from my mouth and dripping from his testicles. He pulled my head back then looked down at me. "Lets got to my room." With a smile. Dre stepped out the shower dripping wet, and walked past me. The moment I stepped in his room, I dropped my boxers, stepped out of them and walked over to the bed. I bent over and told him to "Come get it." Leaning against the wall smiling he walked up; dick standing at attention, he greased me up and stepped right inside me. I took a deep breath, then let out a long moan "Ooooh Shittttt man....." He grabbed me by my hip with one hand pushing in slow. I moaned in pleasure yet gripped the sheets in pain; he felt so thick like he was ripping open. I looked back to see Dre staring down at my ass devour his dick, he looked up and smiled at me. My heart fluttered, his smile made me want to please him. I push his hand away from my hip, throwing my ass back making it smack against his groin. Fucking myself with his dick. Dre stood his ground with his hands on his hips. "Take that dick!" he muttered before pushing my head down to the mattress, and climb up on the bed, slamming his pipe in me balls deep! It felt AMAZING. Biting the pillow, I'm telling you I was loving every moment of it, every stroke felt better then the last. We eventually eneded up on the bed on our sides with him pounding my guts screaming "where do you want this nut." I turned and pulled him in for a kiss and said "Inside me." He dumped every drip drop inside my warm not wet ass, then dropped on his back lifeless. He managed to turn his head my way to say "God Damn that was some good ass." Before I could respond he was passed out sleep. I got up and quietly crept out the guest room.
Which brings us to now. I got up off the toilet and walked back into the living room, my wife jumped up and immediately asked me was I okay; I told her I was fine I just wasn't feeling good; that my stomach was messed up. Andre chuckled and my wife snipped "That not funny..." She told me to sit down and she would get me a drink. When Tasha walked into the kitchen, Dre quickly said "Man you tripping you betta act right, I aint tryna get caught." I rolled my eyes and waited for my wife to come back, "Well bae I was just dropping by to pick up a bite to eat, I have to see a client then head back to the office I'll call you later bae to check on you." She kissd me on the fore head then walked out the door. Just me and Dre again.
He looked over at me out the corner of his eyes, "You okay?" I looked at him "Do you care?" He scrugged up his face. "Am I suppose too?" I sucked my teeth "I guess not." He sat there quiet for a while watching tv until the show went on commercial. "Come here." He said to me softly, I didn't move. He asked again. Still I sat there; "Look I don't know why the fuck you got a attitude but you need to change that shit quick." I sucked my teeth again then got up and walked over, standing right in front of him. He grabbed my hand and pulled me down on him. I laugh and adjusted myself. Here I am a grown ass man sitting in another mans lap, face to face with him. He looked me in my eyes and said "Imma be honest with you; because that all I know how to be. I dont love you, but I do like you..... I think.... I like you a lot." I smiled which made him leaned up and kissed me. Dre lips were so soft yet moist at the same time. He was making me hot as we made out in the chair. I started rocking in his lap and I could feel him becoming excited. "You ready for that second round?" he asked without a word I stood up and slipped my drawls off, just to returned to his lap, I continued to rock and his dick rubbed between my ass cheeks. Finally he lifted me up to slowly lower me ontop his stiff stick, taking in every inch I bit his bottom lip and gripped his neck. I could feel him deep up inside me, and his lil jabs sent shock waves of pleasure threw my body, that felt like they were crossing over to him as we kissed . He hand crept under my shirt and explored my back causing me to maoning a little louder. He bit me on the shoulder, then kissed me on the neck before mumbling in my ear "Aww baby your so tight." Just then the door handle juggled....
Ch 2
I jumped off Dre's dick as the door handle jiggled and grabbed boxers. I quickly slipped them on, falling back on the couch, as though I was watching TV. The door opened and in walked the maid, it slipped my mind that she was coming today. "Hi Mr. Quan, "Hi Mr. Andre" she said in broken english. We both replied "Hi". I was horny as fuck and wanted to jump back on top of Dre but didn't want to take the chance of the maid catching me taking that good good. I just got up and went up to my room; I need to go by my office to get a little work done even though I really was off today. I closed my room door behind me and took off my boxers, jumped in the shower, couldnt be walking round smelling of sex. I got out, dried off, and walked into my walk-in closet, to see Dre standing there butt ass naked. I smiled "I cant wear you can I?" He walked up to me and said "Lets see?" I pushed him back "I cant" I have to head into the office to see a client and do some work" He sucked his teeth, "Cant you see I'm excited?" He asked "I know, I know but..." I said as I bent over to get some boxers out of the drawer, he slipped his dick right inside me. I had to grab the dresser handle to keep from falling. That pipe made me weak in the knees, Dre grabbed my waist open my ass cheeks and dipped in and out of me fast and hard, the sounds of us colliding filled the closet and finally ending with a loud long moan and him standing in me shivering. "I just needed to get that up out of me."
After I slowly pulled off his thick dick,
I ran out the closet and took another shower then found some causal pants and shirt to head into the office. I had made partner last year and it gave me a couple perks, one being I could take days off when I wanted, also come in whenever. I usually made it there by nine but today I decided I wanted to be off, I just needed meet with this unknown repeat client coming in today; with a lot of money, so he was priority to the firm. Driving down the street, with the top down, I couldn't help but think about Dre and then Tasha popped in mind, I felt a little guilty thinking 'How could I do this to her, my beautiful wife' I got so caught up in thought I almost ran into the back of another car as I was coming up to a red light. As I waited for the light a thought came a cross my mind, a thought that was saying 'leave Dre alone now, dont mess things up with your wife.' I shook my head, cleared my head and proceeded to the office. Pulling up I let the valet park my car, getting a text from my Secretary telling my client had just arrived. When I got to my personal office I opened my blind, glance out at the beautiful view, then sat down at my desk, opened the waiting file and took a look at the name... It looked so familiar I thought. "Melanie, you can send him in." A few seconds later a well dress, dark skinned man walked in; I stood up, reached out my hand to shake his. After he sat down I asked "How are you today Mr. Jackson?" he laughed and said "Why so formal ReQuan? Its been a long time you must not remember me." I looked him in his face and it just didn't ring a bell, "No sir, I'm really sorry but my memory fails me."
That's when he stood up and walked over to the wall I had with a picture of me and my wife on a beach in Jamaica, "hmmm my home country." he looked at me and asked "So you married now?" I shook my head "Yes" Mr. Jackson smiled staring at the picture "Do you what my last memory of you is?" "No, enlighten me sir." He turned to me "It was you getting me off for a drug charge that would have put me away for twenty years. Since then I've been staying out of trouble, building my empire, doing the right thing. But the DEA seem to think I built my empire off the back of young men, selling drugs for me." I sat back in my chair reviewing the file, "Well here it says they have pictures, videos, and eye witness that are ready to testify against you." Again he laughed, "I'm not worried about the witness, I just need you to work your magic and make sure I'm able to keep running my empire. Make it happen and I'll throw in a Mil' personally for you under the table, plus your regular fees. Also i'll refer all my top associates to you." Then he walked over to me, grabbed me and forcing over my desk; then started grinding up against my ass, I could feel his dick rock hard ready to bust out his slacks and enter inside me. I was shocked, and didnt know what to do. Then my adrenaline kicked in and I pushed him off of me.
Mr Jackson threw his hands up and back away. "So you still don't remember how I use to beat it up back when your office was in the hood." I slid my finger under my desk to press a button that locked my office door. I untucked my shirt and unbutton my pants letting them drop to my knees. "No but lets see if you can remind me." I couldn't believe what I was saying, but he waited no time unzipping his pants pulling his dick out sitting it on my back, he reached in his pocket pulling on a condom, sliding down his long ass prick. He bent down spit on in my ass, then slid his tongue inside. Mr. Jackson stood up and pulled me back on his meat. Toying with me he only gave me a couple inches, jugging me gently "Yes, this ass is just ass tight as I remember." he said feeding me more and more . "Devan, give me that dick, damn give me that dick" I said, he rammed all of it in me bringing me to my toes, then went to slamming into me hard, rocking my desk. "So you remember me now huh" He was fucking me so good that I couldn't speak right, just nod my head. After a while, I got into the groove and went to throwing my ass back, he moved his hips hitting me from different angles. I stepped out my pants up upon both knees, poking my ass out on my desk. Devan grabbed my ass, coffins them while pulling them open and unleashed a slaughter on my ass. I threw my head back, mouth wide open, pouting loud as fuck; I couldn't help it this Rude Boy knew how to work what he had. "Mr. Quan are you okay?" I heard over my desk intercom. I tried to answer but he was fucking the words out my mouth. I had to tap out in order to get him to pull out, when he did I heard a pop sound, my ass didn't want to let him go. I slowly climbed off the desk and stepped back into my pants, as soon as I sat down; my office door opened. Head of security stood there. "Sir, are you okay we heard strange noises from this office." I looked over at Devan standing facing the window, dick hanging out his pants, he looked back at security "We're fine, now can we get back to our meeting?" Security looked at me and I nodded, and he walked out closing the door behind him. Devan walked over to me and tapped his dick head on my bottom lip,asking "Are we done here?" I looked up at him and said "I wish we wasn't, but I have to get out of here." So we ended the meeting and agreed on having lunch within the next couple days to discuss the case.
As I was walking out to my car, the same security officer stopped and pulled me to side saying "I got it all on tape."
All In The Family Pt. 3
As I waited for his response I went up to my office, had my morning meeting with my secretary to update me on my daily schedule, then off to my weekly meeting with the junior partners, finally the meeting with the resident attorneys. By the time I finished all those it was time to meet Mr. Jackson for lunch. I informed my secretary I would be out of the building for an hour and headed down to the lobby. I went to have the valet pull my car but he informed me there was a car waiting for me. I walked up and the door auto opened I stepped in and sat down expecting to see my client, but there was no sign of him. The driver drove me to a restaurant downtown that I use to love to eat at. The automatic door open and I stepped out, for some reason that whole car experience had me feeling highly important. As I walked in the server escorted me to a backroom table where Mr. Jackson was sitting there waiting for me. He stood when I approached the shook my hand and sat back down. "So Mr. Jackson, what are you being char with and how can I help." He slouched back and laughed. "Just like you to dive straight in to work." I smiled "Well what else is there to dive into?" As soon as I said I caught myself. "Never mind, but really what are you being charged with." He sat up straight then leaned in towards me with a stressful look on his face. Threw me a file then said " Drug trafficking, murder, prostitution, and tax evasion. Right then I knew I needed the best." I looked over the file, "To me the drug trafficking and prostitution I can get thrown out but murder and tax evasion I don't know if I can we may have to go before a judge on those two." Right then the server brought two plates of food, two glass of white wine and two glasses of water. "I hope you don't mind I ordered for you. I still remember the food you like, hopefully I got it right." He always makes me feel so special but so feminine at the same time. I smiled "Yea man, you got it right." When the waiter walked away he said on the sly "You know what a good meal use to lead to back in the day." I looked up at the amazing smile, and laughed as I shook my head. "Listen that ain't go happen, it shouldn't have happened the other day." Mr. Jackson busted out laughing, "Why not?" He leaned back in his chair now sporting a even bigger smile. "Wasn't it good?" I couldn't help but smile, and he knew it was good, shit it was great; all he wanted to do was hear me say it. I picked up my for and took a bit of my baked fish. Mr. Jackson sat there smile bobbing his head; still smiling. "So you silent over there huh?" He stood up from the table, I didn't even both to look at him. I just thought to myself 'What is he up too?' Next thing you know I feel his dick sitting on my shoulder.
Chapter 4
I look to my right and see his hard dick resting right there on my shoulder, I casually push it off and asked him to please have a seat. Does he listen? Nope, this man reaches for my head, pulling it towards his crotch. "Kiss it" he whispers looking down at me. I shake my head no. "Kiss it" he repeats pressing his head against the part in my lips. I shake my head loose and push him away from me. "I need you to sit down, get your self together and let's continue our meeting, your facing some serious charges, this ain't the time for that." he takes a deep sigh, then steps up to me again; dick in hand. I sat there as he taped he dick on my bottom lip saying "I'm.... Not.... Worried..... I got you as my lawyer." I sat there shaking my head, he ends up sitting down on the table in front of me dick hanging out the zipper. Annoyed I plead with him. "Look just because I'm your lawyer doesn't mean that you're going to get off, we need to act like professionals and work out a plan so that we can ensure a successful trial." "You got me off last time I know you can do it again man, now come on, chew this meat. You know you want too." He replied, reaching once again for my head. "Mr. Jackson, let me be real with you. Murder trials and drug trials are very different, I got you off with that drug trial partially because most people do drugs, or know someone who does them; so jurist don't care much about prosecuting drug dealers or what happens with ctheir trails. But murder trials are a different playing field, you are presumed guilty until I can show your innocence. No jurist wants to be the one that lets a murderer free. So we need to figure out a plan or you can plan you some jail time." That time it sunk in, because he sat on that table quiet for a while before he got up from the table, tucked his dick back into his pants, and sat down in his seat.
"Ok, what do we have to do?" Mr. Jackson asked. "First I need to know your whereabouts around the time of the murder, and anybody who seen you and can verify your alibi." "Ok." "So where were you the night of the murder?" I ask him. He leans back in his chair so they he's balancing himself on two chair legs. After a minute or so he says "My child's mother house." I smile. "Perfect we can use her in the trial and have her testify." A grin creaked across his face. Sucking my teeth, I rolled my eyes, shook my head, and exhaled. "What's wrong, why the smile?" I snap at him. "We can't use her." He told me. "Why not!" I yell. "Because." he replies. I start looking around the room, swiftly, kind of irratic like. "Because? Because! That's the best answer you could think of to that question." Mr. Jackson starts laughing. "Calm down man, chill." He tells me. "She can't testify because she wasn't there." "Ok, well what about neighbors, did a friend stop by, anybody at all. Shit the fucking mail man. Anybody! Can anybody place you there." I beg. "Yes there's someone who can place me there." I sit there staring at him. Waiting for him to tell me who. And I wait. Finally I slowly part my mouth and ask him. "Who?" "Oh my baby mamas son." Excited I say give me his info, I'll contact him and get a statement.
Why didnt of tell the detective you had a witness?" I questioned. "Because." He looked at me and quickly finished saying "I didn't want his mom to know out I was there." Confused, I ask him "Why not, she your baby mother?" "I know but me and her are not on good terms, and I'm almost positive she'd want to know why I was at her house while she was out of town. Mr. Jackson explains before I return with, "Well why were you there then?" That fucking smirk returned. "Jackson why were you there. Forget that, I really don't care. I just want to know why the son can't testify." He starts to laugh nervously, "Well, he can't testify because he would have to tell the truth right?" "Ok, well what's the truth, I dont have all day sir." He mumbled something I couldn't quite make out. "What was that?" He looked me right in the face, "The truth is I was balls deep in that warm, wet, tight pussy of his; when that dude was murdered. But if he testify his mom will find out and I dont need those problems."
I just sat there; shocked. I didnt know what the fuck to say. I couldn't comprehend what was just said. I needed a moment. When I finally regained some sense of thought I asked him "How... Or should I say why did you fuck the mother of your child's Son." Scratching his chin he straight up told me "It just happened." "So you telling me, a lawyer. That he just fell on your dick?" Mr. Jackson busted out a hearty laugh, "kinda sorta, but on the real it just happened. Listen you know once his mom had my son I started coming around more, staying the night and shit. I would see him around the house of course but never looked at him really. Until one day I was over there with his mom, I had just finished beating her back in, so thinking we were home alone I come out the room naked to walk to the kitchen. Dick hanging long and swinging and shit, when I bent the hall standing there is her son. He looks me up and down then shoots me a smile. From then on it seemed like he was always smiling at me or checking me out so eventually I started to take notice of him. He ain't look like the type to fuck around but then again neither do I. Nonetheless I was at the house one day and he walks out his room., pants sagging shirtless. Lil nigga was Slim and tatted from his neck down. I never noticed until that day because he always had a shirt on when I was around. He walks over and speaks to his mom that's when I noticed he had his golds in. My dick jumped, I knew I wanted him then but time passed and I never made a move, kind of out of fear. It seem like fate when I finally got up in him, because me and him ended up alone at the house. I heard him ask his mom where she was going and if I was here. She told him to his grandmother house and that I was sleep. I wasn't tho. Later that night I get hungry and I walk out to the kitchen to get me something to eat. Out comes this nigga in nothing but some tight ass boxers, talking bout he thought he was home alone. I checked him out, right as he looked at me. I could help myself that ass he had was looking just right. My dick grew in the boxers I had on until it was standing straight up, he couldn't miss it. Her son walks up and grips my dick, I wanted to push him away but I didn't. I didn't but I should have. He ended up on his knees trying to suck my dick, we were right there in the dining room and I put him over the kitchen table. He was super tight, but I squeeze up in that nigga he cried and bitches. Scratching the top of the table. That nigga ass was hungry for the meat, he looked back at me throw his hips back. You would of thought he was a pro. That ass opened right up for me and I pounded that pussy right the with him face down on the dining room table. Damn near end up on the floor jack hammering his guts. Then flooded his ass with nut. That very night I fucked him two more times once in his bed and I wore that bussy out in his mom's bed. I mean I had him telling me he couldn't take another stroke man. He limped out that room, feeling on his booty hole. I could see the nut running down his leg. To put it simple he can't get enough of the dick now; nigga worst then you were. He run the street during the day looking like a real killer but I kills that space between them thigh at night. " I must admit I was kinda mad, and jealous that he was giving this young nigga my dick. But I couldn't let on to him that I care. He wasn't mine. All I could do was my job so I did. "Mr. Jackson where do you want to go from here."
Chapter 5
"Listen, all I need you to do is find a way for me to beat this case. I can't go to jail, nor do I want to do any jail time. My empire that I work so hard to built will fall. I can't have that happen. So I need you to work your magic." Mr. Jackson explained to me. I sat there ears open trying to listen to him as his mouth moved, but my mind was focused on the fact he fucked another dude, it was still caught up on that. I had to take a second and remember that I am a professional, that my feelings could not hinder my duties to my client; so I replied "I got to work out how to do that. You fucked our only witness and don't want them to take the stand. Are you still having sexual relations with the him?" Mr. Jackson smiled and replied "Why?" Taken back "WHY, WHAT YOU MEAN WHY!!!! " I shouted out across the table. " Yes, why do you need to know if we are still fucking, how does it relate to this case." he asked me now laughing. "It pertains a lot to this case now answer the question." Mr. Jackson leant back in his chair with a cool ass grin stretching as far as his face would allow. "You aren't jealous are you?" Came slithering out his mouth. Stunned I sat quiet just trying to process his question as well as prepare my response, before I could, he opened up his mouth and said "I think your mad that I gave this good dick to that lil nigga and not you. That it wasn't your guts I was digging out on my girls bed. You wanted to be the one moaning in my ear with you legs on my shoulder; clawing at my back as I went deeper then you thought a dick could reach, hitting spots your imagination couldn't conceive. YOU wanted to be the one creaming all over this dick, bussing a nut all over my stomach. Am I correct here? " Not saying a word, I pushed back from the table, stood up and walked away.
The waiter stopped and asked me" Are you leaving already? "I just kept walking pass him. Mr. Jackson ran up quick and pulled me back by my arm. I felt every eye in the restaurant dart on us. "Where you going man, we not finished with our meeting." "Sir, we are finished, done, complete. I suggest you obtain a new lawyer because this case won't be tried by me." I tore my arm loose and started to walking towards the exit again but yet again he stopped me; throwing me up against the wall of the restaurant, I'm assuming he forgot we were in. A couple of the patrons gasp in disbelief that this situation was happening right in from of them. "Man if you don't get up off me, it's go be problems." I scolded. "Don't you ever put your hands on my nigga I'd fuck you up in this fucking place." With that said Mr. Jackson pushed me back pinning my shoulders to the wall. "Since you want to behave like a bitch imma do you how I do my bitches when they act up." Out of nowhere he grabbed me closed and kissed me. Not a regular kiss but deep tongue down your throat, movie type kiss, where the Earth moved in slow motion as the two lovers lips intertwined type of kiss. When we finally parted I didn't know what to do. I just stood there; expressionless, then I looked around the room at everyone staring at us, then I stared at him. My heart fluttered this time. Which made me grip it. I have feelings for him and just now realizing how serious they were. The fucked up part is I think he may have the same feelings.
I became light headed and slide down the wall until my ass touched the floor. My mind was now racing. What do I do, how should I continue, I came up with the conclusion that there wasn't anything I could do. I'm fucking married but I'm now aware that I want Mr. Jackson back in my life, back inside me, touching that spot. I wanted what that lil nigga was getting. It should be all mines. But fuck I'm married, happily at that. Mr. Jackson kneeled down I'm front of me asking "You alright man?" I merely stared at him. "Aye MAN, you ight?" I shook my head yes. I finally got up slowly off the floor. Everyone was still staring; "I got to go." I darted towards the exit as fast as my feet would allow. The valet pulled my car around, I tipped him and left that place behind me. That kiss wasn't expected nor did I know what it entailed. Or if it was just part of a scheme to manipulate me. I'm a grown ass man that's married to a beautiful woman. I shouldn't be experiencing these feelings for him. This shit is absolutely unacceptable. I'm losing myself but I refuse to lose my marriage. Fucking him the other day was wrong, and I knew then that it was going to cause problems. The truth though is that I need to leave all others alone and be happy with my wife.
As I drove home, my mind was clouded with thoughts, my emotions were on edge. I kept repeating that I wouldn't have any thing else to do with Mr. Jackson nor Andre. I was trying to convince myself to believe what my mouth and mind had made up. I know Mr. Jackson would be upset but I have hand his case over to another lawyer. I was decided. When I picked up my phone to dail my office. I noticed a text from a Mr. Jackson with information on the witness I needed and where to find him. "Good Luck" he wrote at the bottom. Against my better judgment I decided I should go and meet with him before I turn over the case. I went to the next light, made a u - turn, and found the closest entrance to the highway and headed downtown. I opened the text and it said he would be standing on the corner of 19th street near a store. When I reached my destination I seen half a dozen young men standing in front of a store on 19th. The problem is that Mr. Jackson sent no description of him just his name; Kindred.
I pull up to this corner store, and all heads turned to watch me. My car made me stand out, I doubt they were use this see vehicles of this caliber riding up in this neighborhood, none the less I got out, locked my door and approached the group of guys. As I walked up they walked in the other direction so I called out "Does anybody know Kindred?" Non said a word, I asked again; still no answer. "I'm here because Mr. Jackson sent me. As his attorney I need to ask Kindred a couple questions. I guess I'll just go get him from his office and have him point you out." One of them stopped walking and looked back at me. "WHAT FUCKING QUESTIONS CAN I ANSWER?!?! He yell from halfway down the block. I wave for him to come closer. He made a funny face and approached slowly, well as fast as his sagging pants would allow.
"Hi Kindred, I'm Quan Mr. Jackson's attorney. I'm not sure if you are aware of this but he’s being accused of murder and from what he tells me you're the only one who can claim his innocence." Looking confused Kindred asked me "How am I supposed to know if that nigga innocent, that ain’t got shit to do with me man. So leave me out all that." He turned to walk away when I started to explain "Look he told me he was with you that night. It was a night your mom was out of town, And from how he explains it a great night between the two of you." The conversation had caught the attention of his friends now who were all sitting around listening to the transfer of words between us. "Ion even know what you rappin bout man." Kindred proclaimed "Well listen come take a ride with me. Maybe you know a place more private we can discuss this. "Yeah man I do." "Can we drive there; I don't want to leave my car out here." He started laughing "Yeah I’ll ride with you, come on." I followed Kindred to my car, unlocking it remotlessly. We hop in and he directs me to what looked like a ran down duplex. He told me when can talk there, even though he had nothing to tell.
Following behind Kindred, we walked up to the door and went right in. No knocking, no locked door, no nothing. "Who lives here?" I asked. "Nobody" He responded "It's my office." He directed me to the back of the apartment where there were two closed doors. he open the one on the right only to see a young lady on her back with her legs on some guys shoulder; the guy was giving the females pussy a beating something serious. The guy looked back "Give me a minute Kin; I’ll be done with this hoe." He shouted out. We waited at the door for a couple of minutes, until we heard two loud groans then silence. The door opened and out came the female clutching a small bag filled with white powder. Kindred walked in and I followed behind him. The pussy abuser was standing there taking of the condom, which he threw in the corner on top a pile of other used ones. He looked up at us then back down; he wiped the remaining residue of cum off his dick and flicked it on the floor. Saying "Kin that bitch better have my money later, hoe go make me punch her in her shit." Then he looked over at me. "Who's that, the police?" "Naw nigga, he's a lawyer." Kindred answered. "Shit same thing" the guy claimed tucking his dick back in his boxers. "I’m out this bitch bro, be easy." The guy walked out the room saying not another word, closing the door behind him.
"So how can I help you Mr. Lawyer?" Kindred asked sarcastically as he flopped down on this couch in the corner. I stood in front of him and explained "Like I told you earlier Mr. Jackson informed me that you are the only witness that can testify that he wasn’t murdering anyone that night." "Testify, as in front of a jury? Man fuck that I ain’t tryna step foot back in a courthouse." I stood there shaking my head. "With the relationship yall got you would really just let him go to jail, especially for some shit he ain’t do?" Kindred frowned up his face like he was frustrated before telling me "I don’t give a fuck, if he goes what can I do? But keep on living my life." I sucked my teeth, I was tired of his I don’t care attitude. "Listen, Mr. Jackson told me you two have a sexual relationship, along with one with your mother. Am I correct?" "You really tripping man, what kind of relationship is that?" Kin asked. "One where he fucks you." On that statement Kindred stood up "Man I’m done, I can’t help you. You're making up shit now. Ain't nobody stuck no dick up in me." "Calm down I’m not trying to upset you, I'm just repeating what I was told by my client." Visibly pissed off Kindred yells "That fuck nigga lying, he must be a faggot and want to fuck me. But I ain't none of that went down between us.” I decided to just let end the conversation there. “Here’s my card, please consider testify for Mr. Jackson. If all you two did was watch movies and a couple of TV shows just testify to that. It will go along way I believe.” Kindred takes my card and slides it in his pocket. As I turn to walk out his ‘office’ the door slowly opens. Standing there is Mr. Jackson, staring me precisely into my face. Up jumps Kindred and walks over to him. “What’s up man, what brings you here?” He asks him. “I’m here because a birdie told me y’all two were up in here handling business. I just wanted to see how that was going.” I went and sat down on the couch and watch them as he talked. “We handled our business. Im not testifying and I’m done talking with this lawyer.” He said looking back at me.
“Alright Kindred I got it from here. Let me have a conversation with my lawyer. I will get back to you later.” A sad puppy dog look came across Kindred’s face as the door closed in. I guess he only speculate what was going to happen in his ‘office’. Mr. Jackson walked over to me and sat down. “I told you he wouldn’t testify.” He grinned. “He’s telling me all you two did was watch movies all night.” “Well that’s how the night started but it end with this meat burrowing deep inside his bowels. I’m telling you the way he would moaning when I hit bottom was magical. Makes me want to go out there and fuck him now.” Hearing him say that shit bothered me, I’m almost certain he knew this. I got up off the couch and headed for the door. “Where you going?” He asked. “I’m done here, I’m going home.” He ran up on, pulling me back to the couch, “None man don’t go yet chill with me for a second.” Shaking my head, “I really got to go, get Kindred to keep you company.” Mr. Jackson laughed at the comment and slide down on his knees in front of me. “Oh please, oh please, stay and hang out with me. He teased. He reached for my zipper, pulling it down. He looked up at me “You sure you want to go man?” I ain’t speak a word. He reaches down in my slacks and pulls out my semi-hard dick. With one hand griping the base he takes it all in with one gulp; all the way down to his fingers. I flung my head back at the sensation of his warm mouth engulfing my dick. His head bobbed up and down gliding across my jimmy with ease. His wet mouth and tight lips had me about to lose my baby batter all over his throat. A couple more strokes in his throat and I emptied the contents of my scrotum all down his esophagus. When my dick pulled out his mouth it was as clean as it went in. I was beyond amazed, with a combination of shocked. Mr. Jackson had never given me head before. I didn’t even know he knew how. “Kindred never got that.” He said getting off his knees; he leant in and kissed me. “I once loved you, but not him, don’t forget that.”
Ch. 6
"What you mean you once loved me?" I quickly asked, zipping up my pants. "You got to explain that shit!" Walking out the room he replied "What is there to explain, that statement said it all." Quickly grabbing his shoulder and turning him around, "Naw man that don't explain enough. Why are you now just telling me this. When in the past you had all the time in the world too." He turned and walked into the bathroom looking in the mirror, he wiped his mouth and explained "What was the point of telling you then? You were in a relationship, I was too. We were not meant to be permanent. We were fucking for fun. I caught feelings, you couldn't tell?" Shocked i stood there dumb faced, trying to gather my words. "I had feelings for you too but I had no idea you felt the same, if I would have known then I never would have..." Right there I stopped. "You never would've what?" Mr. Jackson questioned. "Nothing it's not important. Just..." Cutting me off "What! It's important to me. Now you never would have did what? " I took a deep breath then turned and walked away. "So it's like that. You go walk away while I'm talking to you." He rushed me up against the wall, grabbing me around my neck, as he stared into my eyes his grip grew tighter. His eyes began to swell until a single tear streamed down his right cheek. He released me "I shouldn't have came back to you for help. You hurt me... Bad. Last time. I thought I could handle it but my feelings getting fucked up again." He walked over and picked up his keys. "Don't worry about the case I'll find a new Iawyer." Were Mr. Jackson's last words as he walked out the door. I was going to chase him down but how would that look.
I walked over and sat down on this old couch, thinking about what he said. I had no idea I hurt him. Last I remember is me telling him I was getting married. He stopped fucking with me right then. So I was the one hurt, what the fuck he talking about? Threw all this confusion running threw my head in walks Kendrid. He shoots me a unit "What you still doing here?" he questioned. "I was just about to leave." He walked pass me pants sagging, ass so phat it wiggled with every step he took. He took off his tank top and threw it on a chair across them room. "Well nigga don't waste no time raising up out of here." I stood up and headed for the door but before I opened it jealousy took over. With my hand on the knob I turned to him and asked "Did Mr. Jackson give you that? “ He head turn quickly in my direction. "WHAT YOU SAY?“ I walked over to him and repeated myself. "Did he give me what?" Kendrid asked. "That ass that's trailing you." His whole facial expression changed, "Man look you need to fucking leave dude with all that gay shit. Before I bust you in yo shit." I took a step back, "I'm just saying, I ain't never seen a ass so perfect sitting on no man." He ain't respond. "So round, so thick, just sitting up pretty. I bet he eat that shit like it's Golden Corral huh?" Still no response; I walked up on while he was rolling a joint on the counter. With one more stepped I pressed my dick up against his ass and stood there. He ain't say shit, so neither did I. I reached down and gripped his right ass cheek it felt like a feather pillow. I press my dick between that ass grinding slowly. Kendrid finished rolling his joint, then sat it down on the counter, he turn around to me, and pushed me clear across the room. As I flew backwards he ran over then went behind a chair picked up a gun. I landed on the same dirty couch, by the time I looked up Kendrid had the gun pressed against my temple.
"Fuck nigga what's wrong with you!!! Pressing ya dick up against me nigga! I should blow yo shit loose." He closed his eyes in anger and I quickly punched him in the fore arm. The gun flew across the floor, we both looked over at it. Kindred punched me in the jaw and jumped up for the gun. I grabbed his leg and tripped him. We wrestled on the floor for the gun but I managed to get it before him. I rolled on top of him pressing the steel against his head. "Get up." He stood up and I told him to walk over to the counter. I pushed his head to the countertop and told him to stay like that. I took a step back and pulled his boxers below his ass cheeks; them beauties popped out like they were escaping prison. "What the fuck you doing man!" Kindred yelled with his forehead still to the counter. I tapped the back of his head with the pistol and told him to "Shut up." I bent down behind him and open up them cakes. Oh what a beautiful view, hole so pretty and red; seem like a light was shining from it. It was glorious. I smacked one ass cheek and he jumped. Then pulled him open again and gave his hole a quick licking. "Hmmm" he groaned. I had him. With the gun on one buttock and my hand on the other. My face disappeared and my tongue dance around his hole, slipping in and out, sliding and diving. Kindred moaned as he tweaked his ass all over my face. I couldn't take it no more I wanted to see what Mr. Jackson was feeling, I had to get up in him. I stood up, sat the gun on the arch of his back. I unzipped and pulled my dick out. I slapped both cheeks at the same time then clutched them, gaping that ass open. With my dick standing strong I position my head in place. But he pushed me back. "Nah man, chill. You've done enough!" I just laughed grabbed his arms and pinned them behind his back while he still bent over the counter. My head found it target, I spit on his Bussy and I proceeded to enter.
His shit felt so good I had to take a step back I wasn't prepared. I went back up to plate, slowly feeding him my meat patiently. Oh shit what a fucking feeling. It was tight, yet warm, soft, cozy, wet. It was AMAZING! I nearly lost my mind stroking that fat ass. I looked down to watch my dick disappear inside me. It was like his shit was spread open on it own. I couldn't hold on I threw the gun down, wrapped my arms around his waist and machine gun that ass. "Ahhhhh Yes!!! This shit good nigga!" I yelled. I stood up straight in that ass, dick rock hard. "Throw that ass back on this dick. MAKE THAT SHIT TALK ON THIS DICK NIGGA!!!“ Kindred put and arch in his back, then threw his ass all over my shit, taking it balls deep. He looked back at me, whimpering as I did my job. That boy was loving the stroke, cream leaking all over the floor. I was getting that feeling, it was time to submit. I felt my balls stiring, my dick hardening. "DAMNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!!!!!!!" I felt my soul leaving me, pure ecstacy. My body went into convulsions as I felt someone grab me from behind and throw me on couch. "God Dawn I ain't never been fuck like that man." Kindred said pulling up his pants. He turned around, and *PoW* right in the chest. I watched in slow motion as he hit the ground.
I jumped up off the couch naked. "Damn man why the fuck you shoot him!!!" Mr. Jackson turned to me. “So this is what we do huh?“ Dismayed I snapped back "Do what? You just shot your only fucking witness man!" "So now he a witness a minute ago he was on ya dick.
Ch. 7
"So that's a good reason to shoot the man because I was fucking him. Did you forget he's your girls son!" Mr. Jackson sucked his teeth then turned and walked out the door. I was going to run behind him but I heard Kindred on the ground wheezing for breath. I immediately took his phone out his pocket and called 911. Then I thought about it, he'd be dead long before the ambulance reached, especially in this neighborhood. I picked him and carried him outside. I managed to get him in my car and other drove as fast as I could to Mercy Hospital, once there I had the ER staff help him out my car and I pulled off. I knew that I couldn't be linked to this shooting, it would be all over the news, maybe even ruin my career, that's something I wasn't about to let happen. As soon as I left the hospital parking lot my phone rang, it was Mr. Jackson; I sent it to voicemail. He just called right back, and every time he called back I sent it to voicemail. After about the 10th call from him, out of nowhere I feel a bump to the rear of my car, I look in my rearview to see Mr. Jackson ramming the back of my car with his Benz. Beyond pissed off i whip my car on to a side street, I jump out, running up to his car pulling his door open and snatching him out. "You must of lost ya fucking mind!!! Hitting my 100 thousand dollar car like that!" Pushing me up off of him he asked "Do you need me to buy you another one? I can have one in your driveway in an hour." "Man fuck all that, you need to leave me alone, find a new lawyer, find a new life, and just forget you ever knew me." Mr. Jackson grabs me by my arms pushing me up against his car. "I'm sorry for shooting dude but that shit hurt." I just stood there shaking my head, not wanting to hear the shit he was talking. He pulled me closed to him, wrapping his arms around me, "Listen I want you to be with me. And only me, move into my shit and be mine. Real shit my life hasn't been the same since we stopped fucking round. I been trying to replace you, but there's no one like you." I just stood there staring into his eyes, dumbfounded. "Do you hear yourself man, do you hear what you saying?! You want Me, a happily married man; to leave his wife and be with you. A very successful drug dealer? Man I'm the top paid lawyer in South Florida, and you want me to be with you. I'm happy with the life I got. I'm sorry you're not." Stepping back from me, he says "I thought you were happiest with this dick up in you?" My response was "Times change." " So you saying we can't fuck no more?" I just shook my head and started walking to my car, half way there I turned around and said " Go check on your other pussy, the one you just shot up."
As soon as I got in my car I noticed 5 missed calls. They were all from Dre, I called back but got no answer. He probably wanted some food or something anyway. I headed home halfway expecting Mr. Jackson to call my phone but he didn't; I can't say I wasn't disappointed in the fact that he didn't. Because truth be told I do have feelings for him, strong feelings. And back in the day I would have been with him in a relationship and shit, but now I have too much to lose dealing with him. I pulled up to my house and into my driveway, i noticed a car parked there, I really didn't recognize. I figured it was one of the maids cars or something. I walked in the house and nobody was around. I looked in Dre room, not a soul. Shit peace and quiet for a minute I figured. I kicked off my shoes, undid my tie and went down to the kitchen to find me something to snack on. But on my way I noticed the pool cleaning equipment by the pool but no pool cleaner as I looked around my pool no pool cleaner. I went into the back looking around, no one. I stood there looking crazy trying to figure out where the pool guy could be. That's when I glanced over at the pool house. I hope he wasn't in there robbing me or something. I made my way over, and as I reached for the door out walks the pool guy, "Sorry Sir, I had to use the restroom." he said in broken English. I looked his slim shirtless body up and down, trying to be sure he didn't have anything in his pockets. "It's alright Fernando. Have you seen Dre?" He turned his head, "No sir I have not, i return to work now."
I made my way back to the house, thinking Dre might be in some kind of trouble, he did call me 5 times. I went up to my room found my phone and called him. No answer. I kept calling, and calling no answer. I walked across the house to his room and called his phone. It was laying on his unmade bed just ringing. That's when I knew something wasn't right. I went into my bedroom closet then into my camera I have hidden inside the closet. A hunch told me to look over the pool house footage. So I pulled it up on the screen and played it back.
In walks Fernando, with Dre behind him, he comes up and grips and handful of Fernandos ass, he unbuttoned his shorts letting them drop to the floor. I watched as Fernando sucked on Dre chest, while he got worked by his finge. It didn't take long for him to be on his knees mouth stretched wide inhaling that thick black dick. Dre used his hand to guide the young latino mouth around his dick. In the video you could see Dres' head hung back, mouth wide open as he explored that mouth with long slow strokes . A minute or so later Dre pulls out shoot cum all over the smooth brown face of Fernando. Then falls back on to the love seat. Thinking the video over, I'm getting up to go find the pool guy when I see out the corner of my eye, him walking over to the love seat. Since Dre was laying back in the chair, Fernando walks up and sits right down on the head of Dre's tree trunk. You can tell it was a struggle to fit it in, but spit helped that along Rocking his waist back and forth. I could see him throw his head back and grip Dre’ shoulder as he thrusted the dick up in him. I would be lying if i said that watching them didn't bother me. I wanted Dre to myself and I thought i would and was the only one. The pool boy rode the head of his dick as if he was scared to take it all. But when Dre rolled him over on the couch, pinning his legs to his chest, pile driving every thick inch inbetween those beautiful ass cheeks, he had no choice but to take it all. I watched as Dre leant in kissing him, while still stroking in and out of him. Then out of nowhere he jumps out of him and starts putting on his clothes, Fernando follows suit putting on his shit. They both hide in a hall closet as the video shows me opening the door and looking around. After my quick look it shows them coming out the closet and Dre looking out the window. I guess to see if I was gone. He must of felt the coast was clear because he pushed Fernando over the arm of the sofa, injecting him with his meat stick. Slinging dick inside the helper relentlessly, a couple minutes later Dre pulled out and nutted all over his back. Stuffed his dick back in his pants then went and got a towel and whipped off his back. U was disguised, I mean i couldn't believe he was fucking other men besides me. I thought what we had was special, that I was the only nigga he would ever put that dick in. But he just showed me how wrong i was.
I returned the cameras back to recording, and left out my closet viewing room. I headed down to the kitchen where i ran into Dre. I walked past him, purposely not saying a word. I guess he noticed, because he crept up behind me and gripped a handful of my ass cheek; "What's up man everything OK?" I knocked his hand away, "I'm good man." This man wrapped his arms around my waist, hugging me tight from the back, and from what i could feel, his dick was brick hard. I tried removing his arms from around me, "I had a long day man let me go. Im sure the pool..." Right then he started sucking on my neck; which i am a shame to say lead to me being butt naked on my back, with my ankles behind my ears, on the island in my kitchen with Dre ramming me as deep as he could. I swear when his soft lips touched mine, my whole body tingled, his deep strokes sent my body into shivers. The way he held my body tight, had me thinking he needs to be the only one in my life. He flipped me over on my stomach, and slide his tongue down the arch of my back until he was dining in my ass, slurping, nibbling, and tantalizing my hole with his fat tongue. Oh God he must know i knew, because he had never ate my ass like this, I was gripping at the marble, my body twitching on the countertop. I opened my eyes and seen the pool guy standing in the window watching the event play out in front of him. I knew then i needed to put on a show.