Present Day, Late Spring 2012: DC is where I reside.

My past life was difficult; I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t. The similarities between myself and Calvin are not lost on me; Marcus used to mention it all of the time when we first started dating. If anyone would know, it would be him. I don’t know much about Calvin’s past, but I imagine that we have similar backgrounds. I think that may be a reason why we clicked instantly and why in a lot of ways, we’re so similar. My story goes like this: I was raised as an only child to a bipolar mother. No, she wasn’t clinically diagnosed, and I’m not even handing out the direct diagnosis. I mean bipolar in the sense that the woman was a walking contradiction. She was a Jesus freak, but somehow, she was also a drug addict. She was the quiet type, but for some reason, she was always in the club getting drunk. She was a mother but rarely acted like one.

She struggled, and she was young. Now that I’ve grown up, I can’t blame her as much as I used to. She was just not ready to be a mother but somehow had to grow up and face motherhood quickly. And this is one reason I empathize with Marcus’ baby mama, Vita. Of course, I only get one-sided information from Marcus, but much of what he tells me reminds me of my mother. And I even think that may have manifested in my attraction to him. You know, it’s like, me going through the situation before has made me want to be around for the kids in case the other shoe drops.

Don’t get me wrong. Marcus is a great guy on his own, and I love him. But I also love his children, JoJo and Mickey. They are the most adorable kids ever. I see a lot of myself in both of them. We’ve been together for a long time, and some days Marcus truly is a piece of work. I don’t know if we’d still be together if it weren't for the kids. Now, when I say that we have problems, don’t even think that I’m going through the same issues that Calvin went through with him. Marcus has never hit me, and if he did, all bets are completely off- he knows that. Marcus knows not to cheat on me either, and he also knows that his drug lifestyle has to stay in the past. So, I don’t even feel like I’m dealing with the same guy that Calvin dated back in the day.

I think our problems are so much more grown-up. We deal with money issues, with kid issues- hell, we even argued over politics. I hate to sound cocky, but I do feel like Marcus is more of a grown man with me, which goes along with everything he’s always promised me. When we first got together, he told me that this time was going to be very different than his other relationships. He convinced me that he knew what he wanted out of a relationship and out of love. He convinced me that he would do anything to keep me in his life. I liked hearing that because I can honestly say that no other man has made that promise to me, and it was nice to have it in my back pocket.

I’ve been self-sufficient all my life. Like I told you, I had a single mother who was always out for herself. As a shorty, I went through a lot, some of the worst things you could imagine for a little gay kid out of Atlanta. I learned very early in life that the number of people I could count on could be counted with the use of one finger and that one finger was representative of me. However, it’s nice to know that Marcus is trying. Very few people I ever let get close enough to see me let down my walls. But I’m glad that he’s become one of them. And I’m assured that he feels the same. He’s let me do things to him that he’s never let anyone do, not even Calvin.

Marcus came into the bedroom with a gleeful look on his face. He was ready for what had become our nightly routine on those nights that the kids slept over. He’d pretend to fall asleep in the living room until the kids were knocked out and then creep into the bedroom in the middle of the night to play. On this particular night, I was growing tired of the routine. To be fair, I agreed with Marcus that it would be best if JoJo & Mickey didn’t know about what their daddy did with his roommate when the night fell. I just didn’t know how long the pretense would last. JoJo was getting older and mentioned that a kid in his class had two daddies. He’s already started comparing Marcus and me to them. Though we only have to deal with the unconventional sleeping arrangements on the weekends, it has been going on for so long that I knew we were no longer fooling them.

Marcus was already shirtless, and the second he closed and locked the bedroom door, he began to step out of his loose-fitting pajama bottoms and slide into the bed. I was already asleep and not all that eager to be disturbed from my slumber. He came up from behind and began kissing the small of my back and moving up my spine to my neck. He’d awakened me, but I still wasn’t quite ready to open my eyes even though my mind was conscious.

“Baby, wake up,” he said in a low and raspy voice, low and raspy due to the fact that Marcus can’t really whisper. His voice has two natural tones: rumble and boom!

“Just do what you have to do,” I said, refusing to give in to his roughneck seduction.

“If you ain’t awake, it’s considered rape.”

“In this case, I consent.”

He chuckled. “Here, I know what’ll wake you up,” he said.

Marcus buried his head back under the covers and slid down the mattress. The next thing I knew, I felt his lips wrapped around my dick. He handled my manhood about as roughly as he handled most things in life. His head bobbed up and down my shaft, with little caution to where his teeth were placed. It was tensing, but something I liked. I liked the element of danger and the feel of his teeth gently grazing my inches.

I moaned in pleasure as Marcus went to work. He pushed his head all the way down to my pelvic bone and carefully worked his tongue over the top of my nut sack before sliding back up the shaft and asking, “You like that?”

“Yeah…”

“Fuck yeah, I’m finna wake this dick up,” he said in his stern voice before placing his lips back around my manhood and sloppily bobbing all over it.

My eyes had begun rolling into the back of my head. Encouraging my nigga, I slid my hand underneath the covers and placed it on top of his short, unbraided afro, combing my fingers through it. Damn… the shit felt so good.

He pushed my legs completely apart as he kept sucking on my dick, which had been brought to a full-on throb. I could feel his hands pulling my ass cheeks apart from underneath. And pop! Suddenly his middle finger was wedging itself up my temple.

“You been marinatin’ in your sleep,” Marcus said. “-booty’s already wet.”

I blushed, I’d never been a dirty talker, so whenever he’d do it, I’d feel so vulnerable and exposed.

“What were you dreaming about?” he asked.

“You,” I said.

He smiled, “Liar.”

Marcus fixed his lips to put them back around my dick once more. I heard his deep breath as he inhaled my manhood back into his warm crevice and worked an up-and-down motion, swirling his saliva and using his suction technique to slurp me up. He was loud, loud enough to make me wonder if he could be heard from the other room.

“Shliiiiiip,” he slurped, phonetically sounding out each letter as he dragged out its pronunciation.

I tried to fight it, but there was no use. As tired as I was, a good romp was needed. Marcus was playing my asshole like an instrument, digging and fiddling around it while he sucked. Unaware that he’d succeeded in his sexual ploy, he came up and whirled his tongue around the head of my dick before dropping his lips back down to my pelvis and continuing to give me that official head game. While he was pleasuring me, I reached over into the nightstand and pulled out a condom, along with our tube of lubricant.

As my ears were berated by the slew of slurps and gagging sounds emanating from Marcus’ throat, I ripped the condom wrapper apart and held the latex in my hand. The full length of my dick was buried in his throat, but it was about to be buried somewhere else.

I don’t know what y’all heard about Marcus and Calvin’s relationship, but I meant it when I said that this wasn’t that. As far as I knew and had been told, Marcus was a complete top when dealing with Calvin. Now, he may be about 60% top. And yes, I was the first one to ever fuck him. I had doubts about him telling me that, mainly because of the whole jail thing, but it was proven true when I popped his cherry. He was such a tight fit around my dick, and I loved how he squirmed and groaned so much that first time. It was evident that my nigga handed off his virginity to me, and it made me feel closer to him.

The more aggressive of the two was definitely Marcus. But when I was in the power position, I could be aggressive as well. And he was an aggressive bottom. When he got used to dick, he loved it. And he knew exactly how he wanted it.

I sat up on the bed, admiring Marcus’ attempts to choke on my dick. I even caressed his head, rubbed my fingers through his hair, and pushed him down to make him gag just that much more. When I let him go, he came up for air, leaking his excessive drool all over the pipe.

“Damn,” he said, wiping the drool from his mouth.

“You wanted me up,” I said. “Now, I’m up. Lay down.”

I gave him the order, an instruction he followed without reluctance. Marcus crawled on all fours and collapsed on the bed, spreading out all across it.

His perfectly dark-brown complexion spelled out trouble for me just because of how sexy he looked, especially in this position. I placed the condom on my dick, it happened to be one of those rainbow package brands, and the condom was green. I grabbed the lubricant and poured a little bit on my shaft and a little bit more on the crack of Marcus’ ass. I gave him a quick swipe with my fingers just to make sure I lubed him up real well and got his ass nice and wet. In response to my finger, Marcus arched his back and tooted his muscled rear into the air.

I pulled my finger out and slapped his phat ass one time just to watch it jiggle. Marcus’ ass was much bigger than mine. He still had that thug booty, that booty that only gets made by running from the cops and stomping the block. He had that kind of ass that gets plump from years of sagging and showing that bad boy off on the corner… I know none of that is possible, but you gotta admit, the thug boys with them big asses love to show them off. My theory was that it gets baked by the sun when it’s sitting out on display all day long like that. And Marcus definitely had one of those kinds of booties.

“Come on, B… Fuck me, yo,” Marcus said, impatient and aching for dick.

I came up from behind him, standing between his legs and putting my dick between his ass cheeks. I put it in, and the ass spread like butter.

“Oh shit, nigga,” he said. He sighed and tried to relax his muscles. Eventually, he loosened up, and the head was able to pop in. That was the hardest part. After my dickhead sank, the rest of my shit just fell right into his asshole with no trouble. Marcus still had to adjust to the thickness but quickly found his comfort zone. We fell into a nice rhythm that allowed me to fuck him deep and at a consistent pace.

I slapped his ass.

“Hell yeah,” Marcus egged me on. “That’s what I’m talking about, nigga.”

“Uhh…” I grunted, sinking my dick in as far as it could go, so far that my nuts kissed his anal ring.

Marcus enjoyed his ass getting penetrated, the feeling of my 7-inch dick pushing in and withdrawing out, all the while dragging over the nerves inside of his ass.

“Yeah, fuck me, B! Fuck me, nigga!”

His belt was definitely too loud. I paused for a second, leaving my dick lodged inside his ass while I looked around for the remote to the bedroom television. After locating it on the bed, I turned it on and put it on a snow channel, so the noise would drown out our sounds. Then, I resumed fucking my nigga up his ass.

“Oooh yeah, bruh!”

And I loved how this shit felt, his ass sucking tightly at my dick and him moaning underneath me. My dick brought him pleasure, and I liked being the one to do that. I even used one of his phrases on him.

“Pussy good?” I asked. This phrase is something he uses just to make sure that I’m not in pain when he’s on top.

“Fuck yeah, nigga. I’m so good! Keep fuckin’ me, awwh!”

“Alright, gimme that shit, then,” I snarled.

“Fuck… gimme that dick, son.”

I slapped his ass while fucking him. I even double-tapped, using both hands to slap both of his ass cheeks at the same time while I drilled. The sound thrashed through the air, followed by Marcus’ roughneck voice screaming, “Fuckkk!!”

“Yeah, that’s it, nigga,” I said. “You wanted to wake this dick up. Now it’s up.”

“Ahhh, don’t stop!”

Marcus braced his knees so they stiffly held the weight of his ass up. He braced one hand on the edge of the bed to hold up his upper body weight, and his other hand reached toward his dick and ferociously jacked at it.

“Damn, this shit is tight as fuck!” I said, boosting his ego.

“You fuckin’ the hell out of this tight ass,” he bit down on his bottom lip and closed his eyes, channeling the sexual energy that surrounded him into something that could make him bust.

I grabbed two handfuls of Marcus’ luscious cheeks and pounded him hard and fast. I fucked him like a jacked-up Energizer Bunny, and it was just the way he liked it. After banging my nuts against his asshole for what was probably a record number of times, I made the last slam count, throwing my dick into him as far as it would go.

“Gaaah Dayummm!” he said once the feeling of my dick thrashing around in his wetted-up hole ended. “Now, that’s how you fuck a nigga, shit!”

I turned down my appeal, now treating him more sensitively. I wrapped my hands around Marcus and held him tightly while keeping a slow rhythm of fucking him down. His ass was tooted in the air, and mine was tooted up even further as I worked in and out of him. My chest caressed his shoulder blades, and I was literally as close as could be. I massaged him, getting a gentle rotation going in my hips as I penetrated. He steadily moaned until I pulled back.

“Get on yo back,” I tell him.

Marcus turned around quickly, wasting no time in getting on his back and spreading his legs wide. He let out this gentle wail as I reinserted.

“Damn, B. You fuckin’ this shit,” he said.

I laid all the way into him, my pelvic bone just as tightly tied to his ass as it was before, and my body collapsed all the way on top of his. He held me close, his face buried in my shoulder as he clenched onto me like a frightened animal.

“Awh fuck, nigga.”

I didn’t respond in words. I responded by grinding my hips and pushing my dick as far as it would go. I responded by working my inches to the point that it would drum his rectum over and over again. He groaned.

“Feel good?” I asked him again.

“Uh-huh,” he moaned.

“The dick feelin’ good to you?”

“Hell yeah, nigga! Keep banging that shit.”

I concentrated on the intensity of the moment, zeroing in on Marcus’ actions and reactions. I could tell that he was close to cumming, and so was I. I felt his sphincter clenching, snatching at my throbbing member.

Marcus’ hand reached down and resumed stroking his hard ass dick. And I wrapped my arms around his neck, damn near cradling him as I quenched his lusty thirst. I kept fucking him and placed a rough kiss, much like his demeanor, on him. The kiss is what began to do him in. He jacked harder, and his sphincter tightened numerous times in the course of a second.

“Go ahead and bust that shit,” I said in between smacks of our lips together.

He groaned, his lips covered by mine in a kiss. Suddenly, Marcus erupted, shooting a stream of nutt up his abdomen and mine. After the initial stream, the rest just oozed out and wound up getting rubbed in between both of our bellies.

My nutt was much more under the radar. I came mere seconds after he did, but I’m not really much of a talker. And truthfully, my pleasure came from seeing the expressions on his face when it was all said and done.

He was biting his lip, still reeling from the comedown of his high. When he finally opened his eyes, he just looked at me.

“You nutt?” he asked.

“Yeah,” I said.

“Damn… that dick be feelin’ good, nigga. You almost had a nigga speaking in tongues.”

I laughed and pulled away. I laid down right beside him.

“You know I love yo ass, right?” he asked.

“I know.”

“And you know ain’t nobody ever gonna fuck this ass but you, right?”

I smiled nervously. “I know.”

“And-”

Before Marcus could finish the next word, there was a faint knock at the bedroom door.

“Oh shit,” I said.

Marcus quickly jumped up from the bed and put on the sweatpants that he wore when he first came into the room. I looked for the remote again and turned the channel to a working station: Comedy Central. They were showing an old Chris Rock comedy special. I threw the condom wrapper and lube back into the nightstand and glimpsed around the room to make sure that nothing else was out of place.

“Ok, I think we’re good,” I said.

Marcus opened the door, and standing on the other side was his daughter MyKayla. She was so pretty, 4 years old, with dark skin and her father’s big beautiful brown eyes. She was wearing a pretty pink nightgown and pink and purple barrettes in her hair. It continuously strikes me how much she looks like him more than her brother.

“Hey Mickey, what you doin’ awake?” Marcus asked her.

“Uncle Barry’s TV is too loud.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, Mickey. We couldn’t sleep, so we decided to watch some TV. I’m sorry we woke you up.”

“It’s ok,” she said. “Can I watch?”

“Uh… why don’t we watch something in the living room? We can watch Rio again or Kung Fu Panda,” Marcus suggested.

“Ok, can you come too, Uncle Barry?” she asked.

“Uh…”

“Uncle Barry’s gotta get some sleep; maybe he’ll watch with us tomorrow,” Marcus interrupted and answered for me.

“Ok,” she said, sounding disappointed.

“So come on, let’s go watch,” Marcus encouraged her to leave the room, and he shut the door behind them.