Date: Sun, 2 Jun 2002 21:33:19 EDT From: Wyzman34@aol.com Subject: Brothers Like Us Chapter 11 Brothers Like Us by Lawrence Michael Martell Chapter 11 I hated leaving Jamal to wait for his father and if the call wasn't important and if I felt that he was not going to be okay I would not have left him alone. Besides Jamal was a big boy and could take care of himself and once Mo-Mo knew the truth his days in the house would be numbered. That was one piece of business down and one more to go. The call I got was from Elliott Crawford, Councilwoman Maggie Ward's Administrative Assistant. Apparently the councilwoman was interested in talking to this poli-sci student. "The councilwoman had a cancellation and wants to know if you wanted to meet with her now?" A.A. Elliot Crawford informed me. "Sure," I said trying to sound like an eager poli-sci student. He gave me the time, which was just over an hour and a half which barely gave me time to shower, change, grab a recorder and note pad and get to her downtown office. But yours truly did it and when I arrived at city hall I asked the officer in the lobby, who was signing visitors in, where was Councilwoman Ward's office. He called her office first and once he co me he gave me directions to the councilwoman's office. I went to Councilwoman Ward's office and when I opened the door I was greeted by a very attractive caramel skinned brother sitting behind a huge black oak desk. Okay, I never claimed to have "gay-dar" but I could tell that Elliott Crawford was "In the family"..."In the life". He had green eyes...yes, my brothers he was sporting contacts. He had shiny jet black hair that had been texturized and styled. I'm not arrogant and I am not one of these brothers that thinks everyone wants him and is checking him out but the way this brother was scoping me out..he wanted a taste. Too late, kid. This candy is taken. It felt good to say that. Real good. "Hello," I said extending my hand to him. "I'm Eric Williams. I have an appointment with councilwoman Ward." "Oh yes." He said accepting my hand and pumping it and holding it tight and a bit long. "I'm Elliot Crawford, we spoke on the phone." He smiled and I knew he wanted to say more. "Hi. Is the councilwoman in?" I asked as I pulled my hand away much to Elliot's heartbreak. "Yes, I'll let her know you are here." Elliott hit the intercom and told Councilwoman Ward that I was outside. The voice answered back to let me in and with a smile Elliot showed me to Councilwoman Ward's office. When I walked into the Councilwoman's office I was impressed and blown away. There was a simple and yet elegant charm and appeal to the office that made me feel welcomed and warm and invited. It wasn't the office of a politician at least not the type of office I had expected and neither was Councilwoman Maggie Ward. She was a strikingly beautiful woman African American queen. I am a bit of a classic Star Trek fan and Councilwoman Maggie Ward reminded me of Lt. Uhura. She had her elegance, her beauty, her charm and sexy appeal and when she spoke with this beautiful melodic voice. Her hair was a rich brown with gray streaks that didn't make her look as much as it made her look regal...truly like a queen. She wore a smart blue business suit with discrete pair of pearl earrings and a pearl necklace. She greeted me with a beautiful, bright smile that made me wish that I was straight. "So tell me...Mr. Williams..." "Please, call me Eric." I said feeling all giddy and stupid. I had to get a grip. She smiled. "Okay, Eric. So tell me what can I do for you?" "Well, Mrs. Ward..." She raised her hand quickly and smiled. "Please....my mother-in-law is Mrs. Ward. I'm Maggie." I smiled...no! I cheesed. "Okay...Maggie. I am doing a story about politics for school and I just wanted to talk to you and get a feeling for what you do and are responsible for." "Okay...that sounds good to me." she agreed. The questions I asked were basic at first, I wanted her to think that I really was a University student and her answers were clear and to the point and I found out a lot about what she did for her district and what her platform was when she was running and the things she wanted to do and plan to do for her district and then she opened the door for me. "That includes the Ashley." I smiled to myself. "The Ashley...Oh yeah. Wasn't there a bad shooting there?" "There is always something going on in the Ashley and I have every intention of doing something about it." "Well it seems that both the mayor and the chief of police are doing something about it." The Councilwoman pulled a face like she was not impressed. "What the Mayor and the Police Chief are doing is a dollar short and a day late. I have been after them to do something about that area, several local and neigborhood leaders have been after them to do something." "Why haven't they done anything?" I asked as the reporter in me started to jump out. "It could be because they are slack asses." She said and it shocked me to her here not only refer to the Mayor and Chief of Police like that but to cuss. I decided I would play my trump card. "What about Senator Dyson?" I asked trying to sound innocent. The look on Maggie Ward's face spoke volumes as she checked me out with new eyes and understanding. "Your not a University student. You're a reporter aren't you?" Damn, my cover was and there was no need to try and cover it back up. "Yes ma'am." "I see," The Councilwoman said and I waited for her to kick me out. It never happened though. "So what are you working on?" "I'm working on a story about violence in the Ashley." "And you came to me for what reason?" She asked. "I understood that you and the Mayor, the city attorney and the chief all had a meeting with Senator Dyson. What was the meeting about?" "It was about the Ashley. Senator Dyson is rather concerned." She wasn't going to make this easy. "I can understand his being concerned but he has been the biggest critic of the Mayor and the Police Chief even going so far as to say that the Mayor should be removed and the Police Chief replaced. Why would he meet with you all about an area he doesn't even represent? And why wasn't Senator Merrick involved in this meeting since the Ashley is in here district?" u "Look....Sen. Dyson called the meeting because he wanted to know what was going on and what we were doing about it. Sen. Merrick was not deliberately left out." "Okay...perhaps Senator Dyson was keeping Senator Merrick out of the loop since they are both being rumored as be gubernatorial candidates. So what is going on with the Ashley and why is the Mayor suddenly all interested in the Ashley?" "He is the mayor of this city and the Ashley is his concern." She defended. "But not before and there have been other violent incidents in the Ashley before. Now he's acting like he's coming to save the day. What's going on?" The Councilwoman went into defense mode. "What's going on is that we are trying to come together and work on this situation. We are trying to come up with a solution that will work and keep the people in the Ashley safe, which they deserve." m I was about to ask another question when he phone rang and with what I could only describe as a look of relief she answered the phone and when it was over she said she had another appointment and she rose to her feet. "Perhaps we can continue this later?" I asked. "Sure...make an appointment with my Admin Assistant." She said. When I got to Elliot Crawford's desk he was just getting off the phone. I asked him for an appointment to meet with the Councilwoman again and he stated that they would be in touch very soon and he flashed me that plastic smile that meant that the conversation was now over and I left knowing that I would never hear from the councilwoman again. I knew no more than I did before with the exception that I could now confirm a meeting between the Mayor, The Chief, The Councilwoman, The City Attorney and The Senator and it was all over the Ashley. I was going to get to the bottom of this and soon. So I headed home planning my next step. There was a meeting between them all and I wanted to know why and what was discussed. When I got home there was a message from Jermaine and as I listened to it I smiled all over the place. Was I hooked or what? Andre walked in soon after looking fit to be tied and when I tried to ask him what was up he muttered something about the police and a stupid detective and he went in his room and slammed the door. I decided I would check up on Sean and see how he was doing. "Well it's about time that you called me Miss Eric." Sean had said. "I'm doing fine considering. I have had all types of visitors today. My husband came by to see me today." "Andre? What was he doing there?" I asked. "Checking on his wife." Sean answered giggling "Seriously...what was he doing there?" "Just being a friend and checking up but those damn detectives were just so rude." Sean said. "What happened?" "Nothing..they just looking for suspects in Silk's murder and they were giving Andre a hard time." "I see." Well, that explained why Andre was upset. "Why were they talking to Dre?" "They have it in their minds that someone close to me may have killed Silk." Sean explained. "Really? Wow!" The police suspecting someone close to Sean didn't seem like a bad idea. I will admit that after I heard about what happened to Sean I wanted to kill the bastard that did that to him. But I let that go since I wanted the law to do it's job and bring the bastard to justice. "You know something, Eric. I think the police may be right. I think someone close to me killed Silk." Sean said. That floored me. I mean for Sean to say that made me think that perhaps it was true. Could Shane have killed Silk. It's possible. I know one time when we were all kids this kid was picking on Sean and Shane just about killed him. Could Shane have killed Silk? "The thing is I'm not mad about it..I mean I know that they did it for me and I appreciate it." I didn't know what to say to that. "If I ask you a question would you give me an honest answer?" "Ofcourse I would." I replied. "Cool," There was a long pause and then he cleared his throat. "Eric...Eric...did you do it?" For a second I was confused. I had a white boy blonde moment. "What?" "Did you kill Silk?" Okay, I have been asked all kinds of questions but that one just left me speechless. I couldn't believe my ears. I was being asked, by one of my best friends in the world, if I committed the most violent act a human could commit. Okay, Yes, Silk deserved what he got and death was what he deserved but it was not my place to dish out that type of punishment nor judgment. It also made me wonder how well Sean knew me if he could think that I would do such a thing. While I was going over all this inl my mind, Sean was still talking and sounding all touched and all emotional about it. "It's okay, Eric. I mean, I know why you did it and I am touched beyond belief." Yeah, he was touched. Touched in the head and then suddenly as if the obsurdity of the situation has just hit me I began to laugh. I laughed long, loud and hard. "I don't think this is funny, Eric?" Sean reprimanded. "You could go to prison." "What for?" "For killing Silk." He replied as if I should not have forgotten that. "The only thing that I killed was a bowl of cereal." "What?!" "Listen, Camille, I hate to burst your bubble but I didn't kill Silk." Sean was silent for awhile and I'm not sure if it was because he was relieved that I had not killed someone for him or because I didn't. "Well....well I'm glad you didn't. I was...so worried." "I could tell," I said as I wiped away the tears from my laughing. "I'm serious. I rather see someone else go to jail for killing Silk other than you." "Well, thanks," I giggled. "What made you think that I did such a thing?" Sean was silent for a moment as if he was thinking on it. "Eric, I think the police are right. I think somebody close to me killed Silk." It actually did make since that maybe someone close to Sean did it but who? And I asked Sean just that. Who did he think could have done it..other than me. "Honestly, when you look at it...you, Shane and Andre were all at the hospital." Sean said. "So were Victor and Jermaine." I added. "Yeah but they aren't what I would consider close to me. I mean Victor is seeing Shane and Jermaine is your man, they don't know me like that. Shane's my brother, you and I are friends and Andre is the one that found me at the hotel after the rape." As soon as Sean said that we both had the same thought. Andre did find Sean at the hotel. He could have returned to the hotel looking for Silk. The possibility became real in both our minds. But why? I mean, he likes Sean as a friend but to kill someone for someone else was a big deal and it was a deal that could forever change your life and not in a good way and in ways that are even harder to imagine. "My God!" Sean gasped. "Do you think...I mean it makes sense..." "Sean we don't know a damn thing. I mean just because he found you...that's just circumstantial." "So that's why the police were all over him like a cheap suit?" Sean asked. "Sean, I have known Andre for years and I can't see him committing murder." "You don't think I'm worthing killing for? Not worth going to prison for?" "Sean, I hope you are fucking joking cause if you're not I'm going to be pissed." "Holdup MIss Eric. You are quick to think that he wouldn't kill for me. Why not? You don't think your straight college buddy wouldn't kill for me? Or maybe you thought Andre would kill for you and no one else?" "You know what? I'm not even going to continue this stupid conversation with you. I don't know who killed Silk but I know it wasn't Dre nor anyone close to you. I think fate did her fucking job and he got what he deserved." I declared. "And what if it's someone close to us? What if it's Andre?" "Then we are going to stand by him but I tell you that it is not anyone close to us." I just felt that deep in my heart that it wasn't Andre and yet there was something in my head that kept saying...yeah but what if? Mohammed arrived in Indianaopolis and went straight to the arena where he hoped to see Miller and find out what was going on. He should have went to the hotel first and gotten settled in especially with the show being in less than five hours. He had called home and spoke with Brett and when he asked to speak to Jamal he was told that he was out but Brett promised to have Jamal call him when he came home. But Mohammed told Brett not to worry about it since he would be busy anyway. Mohammed walked through the arena he was greeted by several wrestlers, who seemed to be surprised to see him and even a few that asked 'What are you doing here?'. Being a last minute replacement was not unusual in wrestling and unless it effected your match everyone wouldn't know what you were in the arena for but it seemed to strike Mohammed as odd at any rate. "Hammer!?" the voice was that of Sonny DeVine and as Mohammed turned around he saw Sonny DeVine making his way towards him. He was wearing a pair of black vinyl pants and a royal blue shirt open to the waist showing off his muscled chest. He wore his mega watt, Hollywood smile and his $100 dark glasses. "Hey Hammer! What are you doing here?" "Miller called me and said someone cancelled and wanted me to come up." Sonny raised an eyebrow. "Really? Everyone was here the last time I looked." "Are you serious?" Mohammed asked. "Then why would Miller....ahhhhh wait a minute. Miller is doing this because I had to leave the last show and couldn't make the others." "You think Milly would do that?" Sonny asked. "Oh hell yeah. Just to show me that he is the boss. Well, I'll tell him a thing or twelve." Sonny gripped Mohammed's arm to stop him. Immediately he felt goose bumps on his arm and a nice and intense charge race through his body and with the sweet, masculine and musky scent of his cologne made a heady mix for Mohammed. Sonny was very sexy..his multi-racial heritage...African American and Hawaiian added to his sexiness and appeal. "There is no need to get on Miller's bad side. Beside you were going to meet up with us in Chicago tomorrow anyway so what's the harm?" Mohammed smiled despite himself. "I guess you have a point." Sonny smiled back. "I know I do. Besides this gives me a chance to buy you that beer I owe you." Mohammed smiled again. He and Sonny talked a bit longer and when Mohammed asked where the hotel they were staying in was located, Sonny volunteered to show him where it was. As Mohammed followed Sonny to the hotel he couldn't help but recall the effect Sonny's touch had on him. It was strong, stimulating, thrilling and wrong. He was in love with Brett. He picked up his cellphone several times to call him but each time he stopped and didn't know why. They arrived at the hotel room and as Mohammed checked in he noticed that Sonny was smiling. Once he got to his room, which was a nice sized suite he discovered why Sonny was smiling. They had connecting suites. "Hi neighbor!" Sonny had said. Mohammed smiled back. "So that's why you were smiling downstairs." "Part of it but I was smiling because I was thinking how nice it was to see you again." Mohammed smiled back and he was glad he didn't have a light complexion or else he was sure Sonny would see him blushing. "Thanks..it's nice seeing you too." Sonny smiled and this time the full charm and effect of the smile was on Mohammed. So much so that he didn't notice that Sonny had moved closer and closer until he was right in front of him looking into Mohammed's eyes. "Do you mean that?" Sonny asked softly. Mohammed was breathless. He couldn't think straight. His palms were sweating and his lips and mouth were dry. "Yes...yes it is...I mean..yes, I mean it." Mohammed felt like a teenager. It felt good and silly. Suddenly Sonny wrapped his arms around his waist as his lips pressed against Mohammed's own lips. He could feel Sonny's heart beating or was it his own? He couldn't tell. What he could tell was that Sonny was a great kisser and that Sonny was very excited and it excited him and soon he wrapped his own arms around Sonny's waist and pulled him close and tight. Mohammed was swept up in the thrill of the kiss, the taste and scent of this wonderfully sexy man in his arms, his tongue dancing and invading his mouth. Then just as Mohammed was getting lost in the kiss, he regained himself and pulled away from Sonny. "S...Sonny...no...wait...I..I..." Sonny stepped back aburptly. "DAMN! I'm sorry. I'm so sorry...I don't know what happened...Look...I'm sorry..I mean...I thought you were down." Sonny turned and headed for the adjoining door when Mohammed stopped him. "I am down." Mohammed replied. Sonny stopped and when he turned around he had a big smile on his face. "Are you serious?" "Yes...I am." Mohammed answered. He had never told anyone about his sexual preference but it was nice to tell and reveal it to someone. He had always been concerned about his reputation within wrestling and football, when he played. But it felt nice to let it out. "I was hoping you were down." Sonny said with a broad smile. "Really? Why?" "Because I am very attracted to you. I think you are sexy as hell." Sonny approached Mohammed again but this time when he went to kiss him, Mohammed stepped back. "There is something you need to know. I'm involved with someone right now." Sonny stopped and looked as if he had been hit with a brick. He closed his eyes and swore. "DAMN! I should have figured you were taken. Just my damn luck!" "It's not your fault, you didn't know." "Well...are you happy?" Sonny asked hopefully. Mohammed smiled. "Yes." "DAMNIT! Well, I guess that's it." Sonny said. "Not really. We can still be friends." Mohammed suggested. Sonny smiled sadly. "The only problem is that I don't want to be your friend. I want to be your lover." Mohammed nodded. "I know but I can always use another friend." Sonny smiled and extended his hand. "Hello....my name is Sonny." Mohammed smiled back and shook his hand."Mohammed Moyenda. It's a pleasure." Jermaine and I had gotten together, had dinner, talked and as we watched TV I was rubbing, massaging and tickling his pretty feet. Yes, he is perfect from head to toe. He told me about his day and I shared my day with him. It was wonderful and comfortable and right. When I told hi about my meeting with Councilwoman Maggie Ward he said; "Sounds like sistah has something to hide up her sleeve but she won't be able to hide it from you, babe." For that I massaged his foot just hard enough to get him to moan and smile. When I told him about what Sean had said about someone close to him having something to do with Silk's murder he said; "First, I can't see you killing anyone no matter what they did to anyone close to you. But not because you can't do it, you just got too much brain to do anything like that. If it was someone close to Sean, regardless of the reason, it was still wrong. But I'm behind you and your friends. You all will get through this." Another squeeze, moan and smile. I was about to tell him about the situation with Brett, Jamal and Mohammed and the photos when my cellphone rang. I looked at the number..It was Mo-Mo's home number and I figured it had to be Jamal and it was and in about five minutes I heard something that left me speechless and confused. "Uncle Eric, this thing with Brett is not what it seems." "What?" I asked. "Look..I don't think it's worth all the trouble and shit when there may not be anything to it." "Nothing to it? There is alot to it and we both know that." I said. "Uncle Eric...I love my dad and that is all that is important..nothing else is." Jamal said. "Yeah but we..I can't let him think that everything is alright when it's not." "Uncle Eric...everything is alright...just have faith in that but right now there is nothing else to do." "Jamal are you sure?" "Yes." "Okay, whatever you want." And I hung up the phone wondering what was going on? As I put away my cellphone, Jermaine was looking at me. "Who was that? Another nigga?" "Yeah..he wanted me to come over and sex him down. Can I?" "Sure...after I go and sex him down first." "OH! You punk!" And I began tickling Jermaine's feet with no mercy. "OOOH SHIT! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! NO BABE! NOOOOO!....HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Jermaine is ticklish but he is crazy ticklish on his feet. I locked my legs around his ankles and let my fingers do their work on this ticklish soles and toes. He squirmed and tried to get free but he was locked down tight. He was screaming like crazy and I knew his neighbors would think a killing was going on but I didn't care. He was at my mercy and those feet were mine to torture. "OOOOH DAAAAAAAMN! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! STOP! STOP! STOP PLEEEEEEHEEEE HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" I had him trapped and at my mercy..or at least I thought that. Suddenly Jermaine twisted his body as he flipped off the sofa we were on. The result was that I fell off the sofa and Jermaine not only popped free but he was on top of me and tickling me with no mercy. Yes, I'm mad ticklish too and up until now, Jermaine never knew that. He pulled up my shirt and began tickling my belly and sides and stomach and it was my turn to howl and I did. Unlike Jermaine, who fought for his freedom, when I get tickled I become a paralyzed, laughing screaming mess. "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! JERMAINE NOOOOO! OOOH HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" I roared as he went to work on my body. The next thing I knew he was pulling off my shoes and socks and I knew what was about to happen and I was unable to stop it. "NO! NO! NO! NO! NOT MY FEET! PLEASE..PLEASE..PLEASE...HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" I wailed and wiggled, laughed and screamed. I begged for mercy and there was none. Jermaine's fingers went to work all over my feet. As he tickled me I howled with laughter and then I became wild horny and Jermaine discovered it and he started tickling my nuts and my dick..places I had never been ticklish in and it sent me right over the edge. Soon the tickling turned to kissing..hot, deep and passionate. We pulled at the rest of our clothes until we were naked on the livingroom floor both of us hot, sweaty and horny. I flipped on top of Jermaine and let my lips and mouth work across his chest, sucking on his nipples. Jermaine moaned and sucked in air as my talented mouth went to work on his sensitive nipples. "Damn babe!" He growled as his hand rested on either side of my head as I worked him good. I moved down his body letting my tongue work into his belly button and he giggled and laughed. I smiled as I let my right hand move down and grip his huge nuts and played with them. Jermaine started twitching and wiggling and moaning. I then gripped his huge piece of dick and I began licking it like a popsicle...no, a fudgesicle. With each lick Jermaine's eyes rolled back and his lips trembled and his body shook. I goobled up his dick down my throat and Jermaine was in heaven. "Yeah," he moaned. "Feels good." I continued to suck his dick and work his nuts and all Jermaine could do was moan and groan and sigh in pleasure. I moved down lower and right to his ass. I was feeling a top moment and as I went to his ass and let my tongue go to work. Jermaine arched his back and was begging and babbling and drooling. I opened his hole and worked my tongue in and Jermaine tried to crawl away on his back and I pulled him back and dug in deeper and Jermaine went crazy and wanted more and he was about to get more. I worked my finger into his hot ass and Jermaine cried out. "OH SHIT! BABE...FUCK ME....PLEASE!!!!" I didn't have to be asked twice. I replaced my finger with my dick and as I slid it in, Jermaine arched his back and wrapped his legs around me as I started working his ass out. In and out I drove my dick and Jermaine's ass took it all and wanted more and more and more. "OOOOH AHHHHHH...YEAH BABE! YEAH!" he growled. "SHIT....SHIT...THAT ASS IS DAMN GOOD!" I snarled back. It was damn good and damn tight. Jermaine enjoyed being a bottom as much as he enjoyed being a top. We went back and forth and sometime in one night we tried all sides. I felt Jermaine flexing his ass muscles and I was about to lose my mind and blow into that hot ass. "DAMN...DAMN...FLEX THAT ASS!" I commanded and he did. I could feel my cum moving through my dick and I knew soon I would be at the point of no return. I tried to concentrate to slow it up but that ass was just too good. "OH SHIT! OH SHIT! BABE? BABE?..I..I'M GONNA...I'M GONNA..." Jermaine let out a squeal as hot cum erupted from him. I wasn't touching his dick and neither was he...he came on his own and the next thing I knew as he was cumming, I erupted to and spewed hot cum right into Jermaine's ass. I kept my dick in his ass as we laid there on the floor all sweaty, hot and sexed up. "Damn babe," Jermaine said softly. "Let's go to bed." "I'm not sleepy." I said. Jermaine smiled. "Neither am I." I liked the sound of that and soon we went naked into the bedroom for part two. The arena was packed, standing room only and the crowd was wild for action and XWF excitment. Mohammed was in the back as the action was going on. He still had not talked to Miller yet and now he wanted to more than ever. He was told that all he would be doing was a promo spot (interview) in the ring and then he would run in and save Sonny during his match with Mack Truck. This pissed him off. It was one thing to e called in to wrestle but to do a promo and a save..anyone could have done that. Miller's muscle flex was pissing him off no doubt. Sonny, who had been the voice of reason, was confused and not impressed by what Miller had done. When the promo spot came up Mohammed went to the ring and the crowd chanted "Hammer"and he felt the rush and excitment. He said a few things about his match in Chicago and the PPV coming up in Las Vegas and the crowd went crazy. Went the spot came where he had to save Sonny, the crowd went wild again. In the ring they celebrated and Mohammed kept a comfortable distance from Sonny. After the kiss and all, Mohammed had decided that he had better keep things professional. As they went back to the dressing room area there was Miller talking to a few of the wrestlers. He saw Mohammed and Sonny and walked over to them. "You guys were great tonight." Miller said with a big smile. "The crowd loved it." "Thanks," Mohammed said. "I tell you Hammer....if you would have told me you wanted to work sooner I could have set up a match and everything." Mohammed looked at Miller, then Sonny then back at Miller. "Excuse me?" "If you had said something sooner I could have set something up." "Miller, what are you trying to pull. You called me." Miller looked at Mohammed then at Sonny. "Has he been drinking?" "Miller," Sonny said. "Didn't you call Hammer?" "For a completely booked show? I wouldn't do that. Hell I wouldn't have had him here now if he hadn't said he wanted to work tonight." "Miller, I never called you." Mohammed said. "No..but some friend of yours called and said that you said that you wanted to work tonight instead of waiting for Chicago. I thought it was odd but hey..anything to help you out." "Miller...I don't know what's going on but..." "But he appreciates it." Sonny jumped in quickly. Miller nodded. "No problem. Okay..you guys get some rest we move out to Chicago early in the morning and you guys need to be there by afternoon." When Miller was gone Mohammed turned to Sonny. "What was the big idea?" "L:ook there was no need to go on and on. Evidently there was a communication fuck up or something just forget about it." Sonny said. "Yeah but Miller said I wanted to work and I know he called me." "Did you talk to Miller?" "Well no, Brett did." "Brett?" Sonny frowned. "Is that your man?" Mohammed nodded. "Yeah." His mind was working on what was going on. Sonny frowned. "Damn...Brett, what kind of name is that? Is he white?" Mohammed shook his head. "No. He's black." "What's on your mind?" Sonny asked. "Nothing...well...I mean I'm trying to figure this out." "Well can you figure it out over a beer?" Mohammed smiled. "Sure." "Then let's get a shower and change." Sonny said. As Mohammed went with Sonny he still had a nagging feeling something wasn't right but he would get to the bottom of it. Dalziel was eating Brett's ass like a champion. His wet tongue went from his nuts to his ass and with each lick Brett arched his back while he kept his hand on the top of Dalziel's head urging him on. It was great being back with Dalziel. He had handled Jamal and as far as he was concerned there was nothing to be worried about anymore. Brett's hips moved up and down in a slow rhythm and Dalziel knew that if Brett was as horny as he was he would be ready for anything. Dalziel spread Brett's hard asscheeks and ran his tongue along the tight and smooth entrance. Brett jerked at the first thrilling feeling of the hot tongue licking his ass hole. It felt great. Dalziel had a masterful tongue. Mohammed couldn't hang with his skill in the tongue and eating ass department. Dalziel's tongue pushed past Brett's hot sphincter. He plunged his tongue inside the brother's rectum, up as far as it could reach. The funky aroma and the hot sweat between Brett's buns only served to excite him more. He reached underneath Brett's stomach and took his palpitating, dripping dick in his hand. Brett's throbbing organ was slimy with precum and it was easy for Dalziel to slide his hand up and down the full eight inches. Brett was gasping for air as the twin sensations of Dalziel's tongue in his ass and his hand jacking his dick worked him into a frenzy. It felt so fucking good but he was ready for that big dick in his ass. He wanted to feel all of him inside of him. He looked back at Dalziel. "Stop fucking around and fuck this good ass." Dalziel smiled as he reached around and pulled out and put on a condom. He took his hard dick and slid it slowly into Brett's hot hole. The model moaned and groaned and pushed his ass against Dalziel's dick cause Dalziel to let out a moan as well. When Brett felt Dalziel's nuts against his ass he knew he was in deep. He liked that. "FUCK THIS ASS!" Brett growled. Dalziel was ready and able to oblige. He rammed his dick deep inside Brett's hot and tasty ass. Yeah, he was glad he was hitting this again and he was getting the pay off for changing his website and helping him deal with his lover's kid. This was the best ass he had fucked in awhile and this motherfucker could suck a dirty dick with no shame and no hesitation. It felt good..too damn good and he had to calm down or he was going to blow his load too soon. "AH YEAH...FUCK ME!" Brett said knowing that talking like that turned Dalziel on and sure enough Dalziel pumped harder and stronger. "SHIT! YEAH..WORK THAT ASS!" Dalziel snarled. "DICK ME DADDY! DICK ME GOOD!" Brett shouted. He didn't care who heard him. Right now they were fucking in Dalziel's bedroom with his windows open. He wanted to fuck Dalziel in the bed he shared with Mohammed with Jamal sleeping not far down the hall with the door opened. That would be the big thrill. As Dalziel pumped his thick dick into Brett's ass, Brett got a vision of Jamal hearing Brett and Dalziel freaking in his father's bed. The look on his face would be priceless and the thought of it turned Brett on so much that he knew he was going to cum. "FUCK ME HARDER! HARDER YOU BLACK SONOFBITCH MOTHERFUCKER!!!!" Brett screamed. "YEAH BITCH! TALK THAT SHIT!" Dalziel screamed back as his toes curled and he felt like he was about to cum. "YOU BLACK MOTHERFUCKER...FUCK THIS GODDAMN ASS...FUCK IT!" Dalziel was having a fit. "DAMN! DAMN MOTHERFUCKER..YEAH!" Dalziel pumped harder and harder and as he felt himself ready to come he bit down on Brett's shoulder. "OOOOW! YEAH...FUCK ME! FUCK ME!" "SHIT..I'M GONNA CUM....I'M GONNA CUM..." "CUM IN ME MOTHERFUCKER! CUM IN ME!" Dalziel screamed out as his hot cum shot out of his dick. Brett could feel the heat of the cum through the condom and he blew his load. "AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH! AHAAAAAAAAAAAAA! YESSSSSSS!" Brett screamed as his own cum shot out of him. "SSSSSSSSHIIIIIIIITTTTT!" Dalziel roared as he came in Brett's ass. Dalziel and Brett lay naked in each other arms smoking joints and snorting coke. "Damn," Dalziel said as he inhaled. "You a freaky motherfucker." "And you like all that I do but we have more to do and more places to do them in." Brett said as he snorted some coke. "Shit...motherfucker you making my dick hard again." Dalziel said. "Then we can fuck again...at my place." Dalziel sat up. "Say what?" "I want you to fuck me in my bed." Brett said. "Damn you are a freak." Dalziel said. Brett smiled. "Yeah..I'm a freak. So you wanna freak this or what?" Dalziel puffed his joint and gripped Brett's ass. "OH HELL FUCKING YEAH!"