In Love with a Thug (7 page)

“I'm going to the car to get my stuff. I'll be right back, J.J. Go inside; I'll make you some tea when I come back up.” The elevator bell rang and he stepped on. I tried to smile but the pain on my swollen face was intense. I ran inside and proceeded to put my beautiful flowers in water. I couldn't find a vase that was big enough to hold the flowers so I placed them on the counter.
I could use these flowers to take to the hospital in the morning. I know Ant sure could use some cheering up.

“Ayo, J, I'm back,” Bryant announced closing the door behind him. I went into the living room and sat down on the couch.

“Yo, get the ashtray,” he said, positioning himself on the couch next to where I sat. I went into the kitchen and brought back the ashtray and sat it down in front of us. I then went over to the stereo to turn on some music.
Maybe a little Will Downing will help complete the mood,
I thought as I placed the CD into the tray. I went back to Bryant where he was splitting the Dutch open. I watched him as he disregarded all of the blunt contents and replaced it with his killer weed. I prepared myself for the relaxation that Bryant had brought to me. As the events of today played over and over in my mind, Bryant's stimulation as well as our passionate night of lovemaking quickly replaced my thoughts.

I continued to sit there as he prepared our relaxation, but before he closed up the Dutch he gently poured a few clumps of white substance throughout the grain of the blunt. Afterward he neatly patched up the Dutch and burnt it so that it would hold. He lit that muthafucka and we cruised, and with each puff, I was enjoying the ride.

I placed my hands down by my side as Bryant placed the blunt in between my lips. I then inhaled softly as I let the electric relaxation take over my mind. I leaned back on the couch watching him take a few puffs. All of a sudden he looked ten times better than he would normally look. I became erect instantly as he passed the Dutch back over to me. I grabbed my hard-on to let him know that it was on and poppin'. My dick extended through my boxers as he smiled.
He knows what time it is.

I got up and walked in the direction toward my bedroom. It felt as if I was floating on a cloud. The furniture seemed smaller than its normal size and the hallway leading to my bedroom seemed longer than normal. I anxiously walked into my bedroom with Bryant following behind. I stumbled a little because I thought there were steps leading from the hallway to the bedroom.

“Are you okay there?” he asked, trying to help me regain my balance.

“Yeah, I'm fine. Let me get another pull,” I demanded as I fell onto the bed with him falling right on top of me. I needed to do a double-take because for a minute I thought he was Darnell. I could smell his presence.

“C'mon, J.J., you gon' make me drop it,” he said, putting the blunt in between my lips. I took a long pull as I let the smoke sit in my mouth for a hot second before I exhaled.

I knew that Bryant was exactly what I needed because all of a sudden the pain in my face was gone. He'd given me exactly what the doctor had ordered. He took a long pull of the blunt and placed his lips against mine as we performed the
shotgun.

I could not let his lips go. As we began kissing our tongues seemed like they had a mind of their own as they began to wrestle. I gripped him around his neck and pulled him in closer to me as he tried to drop the Dutch in the ashtray that sat on the nightstand.

“Damn, Baby, you missed me that much?” he asked, continuously kissing me non-stop. I could feel his “Daddy dick” poking me through his sweats. I grabbed it and I could feel the blood rushing through the veins as he made his dick jump continuously.

He began to kiss me on my neck and started to work his way down to my nipples. I made an exotic moan to let him know that whatever he wanted to do I was willing. He licked over my entire chest and worked his tongue down my torso. He made his way to the top of my boxers as my dick stood brick.

“Now that's what I'm talkin' 'bout,” he said erotically as he yanked the top of my underwear. He pulled my boxers down slowly licking his way through my angel hairs. My body felt limp on the bed through complete darkness. He stood up and commenced to removing his shirt. Then he went back to what he was doing. He played with the head of my dick with his tongue. I could feel my nut ejaculating prematurely as he slurped every drop.

Then he downed me like a Popsicle on a summer's day. His mouth grew wider and wider as he deep throated my manhood. I grabbed the back of his head and pumped my thug into his mouth. He worked my meat like a pro. After he was done servicing my dick, he began to suck on my balls. I sighed heavily as I watched the room spin in different directions. I rubbed his braids back and forth, watching him go to work.

This is my bitch,
I thought to myself as I pumped my eight inches into his brain. He then pulled back up to catch his breath. We both laughed.
Oh fa' real,
I thought. This nigga didn't know what he was getting himself into. He jumped up and stripped down completely before jumping back on the bed and climbing on top of me. He pulled my boxers the rest of the way off and tossed them onto the floor. He gripped the side of my neck with his teeth as he sucked hard, raising my legs above my head and ramming his dick into me.

“Aaahhhh,” I yelled from the pain. I grabbed his shoulders and held tight as he pumped harder in my ass.

“Damn, this shit feels good, J,” he whispered into my ear. I let my body go onto his and relaxed as he put me to work.

“C'mon, work that shit, boy,” he yelled. I started to groan louder. I could feel him banging into my spine. He pumped faster and harder. I sucked on my index finger and made it as wet as I could before I passionately entered his back door. My finger began to rise through his anus when I decided my other finger would join in. The deeper I went into him the deeper he went into me.

“Go 'head, boy. Go deeper,” he said. By then my fingers were all the way in. I couldn't go anymore.

“Make a nigga nut,” he said continuously to pump harder. “What's my name?”

“Bryant,” I whispered. He moved his torso faster and then in circles.

“What's my name?” He yearned louder. I grabbed the back of his head and held tighter. The fluids started to shoot from my dick as I willingly let him take over my body. “Bryant,” I yelled again with my body trembling from the smash I had busted.

“C'mon, boy, what is my muthafuckin' name?” he repeatedly said while pumping faster.

“
Daddy Dick,”
I yelled for the last time as he shot all his man juice inside my body.

“Damn, Baby. That's good,” he said, sucking in my lips with his tongue. His body lay pressed against mine with love juice sandwiched between. I kissed his sweaty forehead.
Thank you,
I thought. We continued to lie on the bed as he fell asleep in my arms without removing himself. I listened to his loud snores as I thought about what had happened today. Hmm, today wasn't such a bad day after all.

 

The music was bumping as I shook my head to the beat of Nicole Wray's “Make it Hot.” I was busy doing a sewn-in weave on one my regulars when Bryant entered the shop followed by one of his boys.

“Wassup, peoples,” said Bryant as he held the door for his bull to carry in the box of DVDs.

“We got CDs and DVDs,” announced Bryant, walking past my chair as if he didn't know me. I tried my hardest not to stare to make our relationship known. He walked around sucking a cherry lollipop and wearing an oversized white tee, a pair of Miskeen capris and a pair of Prada sneakers with ankle socks. Tailing behind him was a light-skinned young bull that had to be no older than eighteen with sandy-brown hair and basically sporting the same gear as Bryant. As the young bull sat the box down on the floor Bryant went over to holla at Kya.

“Wassup, cutie?” he said, licking his lips and twirling the lollipop in and out of his mouth. Kya, who sported a long weave with Chinese bangs, a tight wife beater that read
Princess
across the chest and a pair of booty shorts, stopped what she was doing and gave Bryant the time of day.

“Nothing,” she said in a shy tone.

“I'm sayin', shawty, you gotta man?” asked Bryant as if he had some intentions of getting with her.
Does he not see me standing here?

“Actually I don't,” she responded. I was getting heated. I couldn't believe that he would do this shit in front of my face.

“Um, there's no soliciting in the shop, fellas. Could you please leave?” I demanded, trying to be smart. Bryant looked at me with a smart-aleck look.

“Oh my bad, we gon' leave.” He turned to the young bull. “Ayo, take that box out to the truck,” he instructed. And the young bull did as he was told.

“What's ya numba, shawty?” Bryant asked, pulling out his cell phone and punching in Kya's number. I could sense that Rob could see the fire in my eyes but he, Keisha, and Jeff all had their eyes on Bryant.

“Aiight, I'ma call you lata,” Bryant said. He closed his cell phone and gave me one last look before leaving the shop. By the time Bryant left, Nicole's song had gone off and B2K was starting to play.

“Girl, he was the bomb. You better not sleep on that, Kya,” screamed Rob as soon as the door shut behind Bryant.

“Huh, you think I am? Oh, no, I need a man. And boy was he fine,” she responded. “I can't wait to get a taste of that,” he added.

“Girl, I wish I could be a fly on the wall,” teased Rob.

“Excuse me for a minute. I have to make an important phone call,” I said to my client as I placed my comb down on my station and walked quickly into my office and closed the door.

I decided to use my cell phone and not the shop's phone in case someone was to pick up the cordless.

“Yo,” Bryant said after the first ring. I know he could tell that I was heated.

“What the fuck do you take me for, a fool?” I snapped.

“J.J., what are you talkin' about?

“How you gonna come up in
my
salon and disrespect me that way?”

“C'mon, man, you wouldn't let me grind. You know I need to make some money to feed my seed. Why did you put us out?” he shot back.

“No, I put you out after you tried to holla at Kya,” I spat.

“C'mon now, J, you should know me better than that. It was all game. I can't let muthafuckas think I'm comin' in here to see a dude. You gon' have to cease with that jealous shit, man, for real, if you wanna be with me.” The phone was silent for a minute.

“Well, do you have plans on ever calling her?” I asked.

“Fuck no. Look, I told you. It was game.”

“Alright, I hear you,” I said, trying not to sound stupid.

“Now, is that all you want? I got work to do.”

“Yeah, that's all I wanted.”

“Aiight, one.”

 

The bell rang to let me off the elevator on the fifth floor of Pennsylvania Memorial Hospital. I checked in with the female security officer at the desk to direct me to Anthony's room. I wondered if any of his family members had come to see him. Probably not because his mother had abandoned him at a very young age, due to his sexual orientation. It's sad because it seems that gay people as a whole will always get the shaft. I walked down the hall to room 532.

“Hello,” I said, knocking and opening the door at the same time. The TV played on mute and Anthony lay in the bed on his side. “Hey there.” I walked over to him and planted a kiss on his forehead. I put the flowers down on the table that sat close to his bed. “Look what I brought. How are you feeling?”

He stared at me as he pointed to the tube that hung from his nose. I realized he couldn't talk but he tried to formulate words with his dry, chapped lips.

“No, don't try to talk and try not to move a lot.” I grabbed his hand.

“Everything's gonna be okay,” I explained with watery eyes. I reached for a tissue to dab his tears.

“Now I didn't come here for us to cry. I came here to visit and buss it up with you all day.” He looked at me, trying to crack a smile as his eyes lit up. “Yes, that's right,
all day.
This morning I gave Rob his own set of keys and made him manager. He will be calling the shots at Ché Mystic and he will be closing.” I rubbed my hand down the sides of his face. “I'm here, so don't you worry,” I assured him. I pulled up a chair but before I sat down, I went over to the window to open the curtains to let a bit of sunlight in. I then sat down at his bedside.

“Now, what are you watching?” I said, looking up at the TV where an episode of Montell Williams was on. I looked down to see Anthony's hand across mine. I looked at his eyes and figured he was trying to tell me something.

“What's wrong?” I asked. He put his hands into a talking position. “Are you in pain?” He shook his head no. “Well what's wrong then?” I asked again. He put his hands in a talking position again.