Kareem always started his Saturday morning with a big 6-egg omelette
but this morning he realized he had used the last of the eggs, this meant a
quick trip to the store… He was in a hurry so he put on some workboots, jeans,
a loose t-shirt and he made sure that the hot blue bikini briefs he chose to
wear could be seen hugging his perfect melon butt. Kareem was no exhibitionist but he enjoyed
walking in front of a big, thick muscular brotha, (especially if he was with
his girl), and letting him get just a quick glimpse of his robust butt-cheeks as his
jeans fell off his handsome butt. He
would look back often licking his lips while gazing at the brothas crotch just
to let him know what they might get into if he was up for the challenge…
This morning he saw a huge dude walking a block ahead of him
as soon as he got out of the door.
Pacing himself he prepared to catch up but did not want to break a
sweat. That dude had the freakiest
biceps he had ever seen, they reminded him of this married kat he used to date
a few years ago. His mind quickly drifted
back to that very time, the brothas name was Jasper. He and Jasper got tight and then Jasper told
him he had to be honest about his girlfriend who he was about to marry. It was a tough few months until he actually
followed through with the marriage not because he really wanted to but because
there was a child involved. Jasper
mentioned that his girl had got pregnant and they wanted to get married before
the child was born so it would not look like an afterthought, even though it
was. Well that was years ago Kareem
thought, I’d better get my best game on for this brotha in front of me.
Kareem followed the same protocol he always did, walking
ahead of the brotha without even looking, allowing his jeans to gently slide
off the deep plateau of his butt just enough to revel the upper melon lobes of
his ass and the deep valley between them.
Next on the list he looked back staring at the brothas crotch to find he
had developed an unconcealed excitement and was wearing it unabashed almost as a
dare to Kareem as he looked back to check and see how he had done. So entranced on the brothas bulge he never
bothered to look at his face… suddenly he heard the man say in a low sexy and
oddly familiar voice, “Kareem Baby Cum Ova Here and Give Your Man Jasper Some
Luv!”
Kareem had no rehearsed reaction to this response. Before he had time to even think about it he
found himself bound tight in Jaspers iron gripped embrace. Jaspers arms seemed to not only bind Kareem’s
5 ft. 6in. self but lift him up as well to Jaspers full 6ft. 8in. height. Jasper lifted him from behind and he could
feel the brick between them pressing urgently and decisively against his
buttocks. Jasper
pushed right into the deep vertical depression of Kareem’s buttocks. Jasper
turned Kareem around as easily as if he were a toy so he faced him and then
hugged him and lifted him up again, this time to give him a deep hot kiss. The fact that they were now at the entrance
to a very busy open air market made no difference to either of them because it
was clear they were deeply in love. Who knows
how long they went on embracing one another…. It had been a long time and they
had both thought about each other every day between their last meeting even if
were only a fleeting nuance of regret. The first words that came out of Kareem’s
mouth were, “But what about your wife and children?”
Jasper took Kareem over to a bench off to the side of the
park in which the market was set up and told him the entire story… His wife had
been pregnant but by another man. This did
not come out until after she had miscarried and an autopsy of the child
revealed he was not the genetic father.
His wife Gieayda had been in an affair at least up until the wedding,
her lover actually warned him that the baby was not his but he loved her so
much he refused to believe it and he was only willing to sacrifice Kareem
because of the baby. “I loved you both
man” Jasper admitted, “But I had to do the right thing and be a good
father. I didn’t want to believe Gieayda
cheated but then I cheated with you too so who was I to judge. So when the baby died and I found out I was
not even the father I divorced Gieayda and decide that I was going to try to
get over you man… I walk down a
different street every day hoping I will see you, I had no way of knowing where
you had moved. As they sat down talking
and catching up two beautiful sistuhs came up on them and politely complemented
each of them in turn. “My girl and I just wanted to let y’all know that we
think y’all are two very handsome men and we would like to get acquainted. I am Trinal and this is Cachea, we would like
to know how you handsome, sexy brothas are doing today?”
Without the slightest hesitation or disrespect Jasper
stepped to the plate instantly first placing his arm securely around Kareem
then answering, “Ladies, you are so lovely today my boyfriend and I both thank
you for what we know to be honest complements however we are in love and
therefore not available except as friends and somehow I don’t think that is
what you two had in mind at all. We
thank you but we have not seen one another in a long time and have some
catching up to do now. Good Day Lovely
Ladies!” As he finished bidding the
ladies good day he gave Kareem one of the longest, deepest hottest kisses he
had ever given him, needless to say the ladies moved on with more than a couple
of things whispered between them but they could not help but to smile at what was a clear and unfettered show of affection between the men. Those eavesdropping
in the crowded marketplace did everything to conceal laughter at the turn of
events for those two very lovely but redirected ladies. Everyone had respect for the gentlemen for handling themselves with such tact and confidence. It was almost 5:00 PM before they actually
left the park bench that evening, Kareem never did get to make breakfast but
when they moved on to his small apartment about 3 blocks from the market they
made a lot more than just dinner…
FIN
Written by D. Vollin
Administrator: For The Brothas Virtual, Intellectual,
Cultural Salon
No comments:
Post a Comment