feel to be seduced by Cisco. I knew that I wasn’t going to let that happen, even if he tried. The funny thing about the strange relationship I shared with Dray that was different from a lot of gay couples I knew was that I was completely faithful to Dray. I saw fine dudes all the time, and it wasn’t as if they didn’t notice me. But I wasn’t about to risk the life I had for a roll in the sack with some wannabe thug. Plus I was the old-fashioned type, never one to go around looking for something bigger or better. My mother raised me to be more responsible than that.
Still, I didn’t see anything wrong when, after finishing his joint and following it with a strong-smelling blunt, Cisco asked me if I wanted a massage. I was feeling a little tipsy myself andI knew where this could lead, but felt I had the will to stop it before it went too far.
I lay across my bed on my stomach and awaited Cisco’s strong hands.
“Take off your shirt. You got anything like some baby oil?”
“I got cocoa butter lotion.”
“Where is it?”
“I’ll get it,” I said, rising from the bed and locating the lotion under the bathroom sink. When I returned my eyes immediately met Cisco’s and I looked away.
“Come on, you need to take your shirt off.”
I followed his instructions and removed my wifebeater.
I handed the lotion to Cisco, whose intense brown eyes locked on mine. For a long moment I imagined what it might be like to kiss someone other than Dray but put that thought out of my head. I lay down on the bed. My body jolted when Cisco’s hands and the warm lotion covered my back. In no time the strength of his hands relaxed my body into stillness.
“You’re good at this,” I groaned, filling the silence that hovered over the room. I realized Cisco had muted the television. Cisco didn’t respond as his caresses sent a sensuous tingle all over my body. A few minutes later, I felt his hands casually pull down my shorts and soon it felt like his lips were teasingly brushing against the small of my back. When he palmed my left cheek with one of his hands I told myself it was time to stop but said nothing.
“So what happened? You took care of ol’ boi before he got into the league and now he’s taking care of you?”
“What are you talking about?” I asked, focusing on my massage.
“Come on now. I wasn’t born yesterday. I think there is sumthin going on between you two.”
“We’re just old friends from college, like family. That’s why I was surprised to hear about the baby from you instead of Dray.”
As much as I wanted to stop the massage, I did enjoy him caressing my butt. It was all good until I suddenly felt a huge, lubed finger being stuck up my ass. I quickly turned around and said, “What are you doing?” It was then I noticed that Cisco was stripped down to his boxer briefs and in spite of my alarm I couldn’t keep my eyes from moving down his body.
“You know what I’m doing. This is what you want. Right?”
“I thought you were just giving me a massage.”
“That’s what I’m doing. With a little extra. You know how we do. You take care of me and I’ll take care of you.”
“I think you should leave,” I said as I sat up, looking for my shorts.
“You don’t want me to do that. All I’m looking for is an extra couple hundred dollars. That’s chump change to a man like you.”
“Cisco, you need to leave,” I said firmly, but the truth was that I was suddenly afraid of him and worried that he might hurt me.
“What? I’m not good enough for you? I know gay when I’m around it. I see how you be looking at me when we work out.”
I slipped on my shorts. “So are you gay?”
“Oh, hell, naw,” he said with a dismissive wave of his hand.
“Bi?”
“Nope.”
“Then what are you trying to do with me?” It dawned on methat he had come to my house looking for more than company or just a massage.
“Shit! A nigga gotta eat. This could be our little side thing. But
Still, I didn’t see anything wrong when, after finishing his joint and following it with a strong-smelling blunt, Cisco asked me if I wanted a massage. I was feeling a little tipsy myself andI knew where this could lead, but felt I had the will to stop it before it went too far.
I lay across my bed on my stomach and awaited Cisco’s strong hands.
“Take off your shirt. You got anything like some baby oil?”
“I got cocoa butter lotion.”
“Where is it?”
“I’ll get it,” I said, rising from the bed and locating the lotion under the bathroom sink. When I returned my eyes immediately met Cisco’s and I looked away.
“Come on, you need to take your shirt off.”
I followed his instructions and removed my wifebeater.
I handed the lotion to Cisco, whose intense brown eyes locked on mine. For a long moment I imagined what it might be like to kiss someone other than Dray but put that thought out of my head. I lay down on the bed. My body jolted when Cisco’s hands and the warm lotion covered my back. In no time the strength of his hands relaxed my body into stillness.
“You’re good at this,” I groaned, filling the silence that hovered over the room. I realized Cisco had muted the television. Cisco didn’t respond as his caresses sent a sensuous tingle all over my body. A few minutes later, I felt his hands casually pull down my shorts and soon it felt like his lips were teasingly brushing against the small of my back. When he palmed my left cheek with one of his hands I told myself it was time to stop but said nothing.
“So what happened? You took care of ol’ boi before he got into the league and now he’s taking care of you?”
“What are you talking about?” I asked, focusing on my massage.
“Come on now. I wasn’t born yesterday. I think there is sumthin going on between you two.”
“We’re just old friends from college, like family. That’s why I was surprised to hear about the baby from you instead of Dray.”
As much as I wanted to stop the massage, I did enjoy him caressing my butt. It was all good until I suddenly felt a huge, lubed finger being stuck up my ass. I quickly turned around and said, “What are you doing?” It was then I noticed that Cisco was stripped down to his boxer briefs and in spite of my alarm I couldn’t keep my eyes from moving down his body.
“You know what I’m doing. This is what you want. Right?”
“I thought you were just giving me a massage.”
“That’s what I’m doing. With a little extra. You know how we do. You take care of me and I’ll take care of you.”
“I think you should leave,” I said as I sat up, looking for my shorts.
“You don’t want me to do that. All I’m looking for is an extra couple hundred dollars. That’s chump change to a man like you.”
“Cisco, you need to leave,” I said firmly, but the truth was that I was suddenly afraid of him and worried that he might hurt me.
“What? I’m not good enough for you? I know gay when I’m around it. I see how you be looking at me when we work out.”
I slipped on my shorts. “So are you gay?”
“Oh, hell, naw,” he said with a dismissive wave of his hand.
“Bi?”
“Nope.”
“Then what are you trying to do with me?” It dawned on methat he had come to my house looking for more than company or just a massage.
“Shit! A nigga gotta eat. This could be our little side thing. But
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