Chapter 3 Shane
SHANE
“Hey, baa-booski boo! How was your first day back to the grind?” I screeched then put my phone on mute to kiss my boo one last time before he walked out the door to leave.
“Hey, bestie, wit yo crazy self!” Ava chuckled. “It was grrrreeeeeat! I can’t wait to tell you all about it.”
“Ouuuu…bitch! I can’t wait to hear ALL about it. I want all the juicy deets too. Don’t leave not a damn thang out!”
“I called you on my lunch break, but you didn’t answer.”
“Girl, I had me some company over. You know today, my day off,” I replied with a little disappointment. I truly did want to hear how things went on her honeymoon and hated that I had missed her call.
“I should’ve known that’s why you didn’t answer.” Ava chuckled. “I called you ‘cause I knew it was your day off. I feel like it’s been forever since we talked. I miss you friend.”
“It has been forever, boo and I miss you also. We haven’t chatted since your wedding.”
“That’s true.”
“So, how was your honeymoon?”
“It was amazing, bestie. We spent the majority of the time in our room of course.”
“Ouuuuu…y’all so damn nasty!” I cackled.
“I truly had a great time. I’ll have to give you all the ‘juicy deets’ as you say, when we hook up. So, other than being a playa-playa with all them boos you got, what’s been going on with you?”
“Baby I ain’t a playa-playa, I’ma savage.” I chuckled, causing Ava to laugh. “Me and all my boos have an understanding. They not my only one just like I’m not they only one.”
“Lawdy, lawdy, friend, I don’t know what I’ma do with you. You know you too much!”
“I’m just saying.” I chuckled but was dead ass serious. “Aside from working, I ain’t been doin’ much of nothin’ foreal, just the usual.”
“We need to get together soon. Justin has to work tomorrow and this weekend, well Friday and Saturday. So, if you don’t have anything planned, you should come over. I’ll cook and make up some Sangria or something. I was watching Tasty’s and saw a recipe for Sangria I wanna try.”
“Ouuu…that does sound fun, friend. But I don’t know about the Sangria though. You always using me as your Guinea pig and shit with ‘dem recipe videos yo ass be watchin’.”
“Don’t front, Shane, you know those recipes be hittin’.”
“Uht…friend…”
“Okay, I’ll admit, I have messed up a couple of recipes. But for the most part, be honest, I’ve also made some really good ass dishes.”
“I’ll give you that. You have created SOME fire ass dishes.
But baby! Some of those recipes were epic fails, chile.
” I laughed, joking with her. She did fuck up a few dishes though, but we always joked with each other like that.
“You know Fridays and Saturdays my busiest days, but for you, I can definitely work that into my schedule. Maybe I’ll spend the night Saturday, but I’ll let you know for sure. ”
“That sounds good. Welp, I’m pulling up to the house, so I’ll chat with you later. Love you, bestie.”
“Love you, too, girl.”
As soon as I hung up the phone with Ava, I headed straight for the shower.
When she called me earlier, I was face down ass up getting the workout of my entire life.
All I wanted to do now was jump in the shower and find something to eat.
I hadn’t eaten anything since last night, so I was starvin’ like Marvin.
Finishing up in the shower, I headed to my bedroom to find something to wear.
I didn’t have any plans on going anywhere, plus I was tired from earlier, so I decided to put on some Tommy Hilfiger lounging pants with the tank to match.
Figuring I wasn’t up to cook anything, I decided to order something from Chipotle on Grubhub.
As I waited for my food, I fixed myself a Moscow Mule then went into the den to wait for my food to arrive.
Taking a few sips from my drink, I was feeling relaxed, which was just the mood I was going for.
Turning on the TV, I went to Netflix to finish watching Ozark.
I only had two episodes left, and I was anxious as hell to see what was going to happen next.
Just as I was getting deep into my show, my cellphone dinged with a notification.
Hoping that it was my Grubhub driver, I got excited, but seeing that it was one of my boos, Dexter texting me, I rolled my eyes then opened the message to see what he wanted.
Dex: You straight?
That was code for can I come over.
Me: Not tonight… maybe tomorrow after work.
Dex: WYD?
Me: Chillin’.
Dex: You good?
I was fine. I was just exhausted from earlier. I really wasn’t up for any more company.
Me: Yeah… hbu?
Dex: Would be better if I could slide. You sound like you not wit it though? What’s good?
Ugh! I really wasn’t up for any more entertaining, but I didn’t want to come across like I was acting funny with him.
Dexter and I had been seeing each other on the down low for a little over three years now.
We were on the DL because he was keeping the fact that he loved to fuck on men a secret.
He had a woman and claimed he was bi-sexual to me, yet he didn’t want anyone to know; weak, but very common.
Being a gay black man, it seemed like all I could attract were dudes on the DL.
In a way, I was fine with it because I wasn’t trying to be exclusive to just one person, so being in secret relationships or fuckships as I liked to call them, worked out perfectly fine for me.
The only person that knew about the many guys I secretly fucked on was my bestie, Ava.
Well, she knew about some of them, and she knew “of” the ones that I promised to keep their identities top secret.
I didn’t tell her about ALL of them because some things were best kept to myself.
Unlike the men that I saw, I was one hundred percent gay.
I had no desire to ever sleep with a woman, EVER!
Ava would always say that I reminded her of Jonathan Fernandez from Love I’m taking things to the depths of hell.
So back to Dexter, he was like a suga daddy to me.
We were around the same age, so I guess that would have made him a young suga daddy.
Dexter’s pockets were fat, and his dick size matched his pockets, so for me, fucking with him was a no brainer.
He was a hustler and very proud of it. He loved to floss and didn’t mind spending money and making sure my pockets stayed fat.
So even though I really wasn’t up for any more company today, I didn’t want to be shady toward him.
Me: What time you talkin’ about coming by?
Dex: Shit, soon. I have a quick drop to make, then I’ll be on my way.
Me: Ok great. See you then.
Putting my show on pause, I headed to my bedroom in a huff to clean up from my earlier romp in the sheets so that I could change my sheets.
I usually didn’t make it a habit to see two men in the same day, but when you fucked around with people on the DL it was like I had to be available whenever they had the time to get away.
I guess that was how side chicks felt when it came time to spend time with the men that belonged to other women.
Making it to my room, I changed the sheets on my bed then went back to the den hoping to finish watching Ozark while I waited on my food and for Dexter to arrive.
Just as I was halfway through the last episode, my phone dinged with a notification from Grubhub.
About damn time! I was irritated that I had to put my show on pause again, but excited that my food was finally here.
The delivery person sent me a text letting me know that they had pulled up and were waiting for me to come outside to get my food.
Making my way outside, I couldn’t move fast enough.
I got my food and just as the delivery driver was leaving, Dexter pulled up.
I stood there while he parked and waited for him to walk up my driveway so that we could walk into the house together.
“Who just left?”
“What was that?” I asked because I knew he saw the big ass brown bag of food in my hand.
“Who dude that just left?”
“Ugh! Please don’t start that shit. That was my Grubhub, fool!” I spat, holding up the bag of food that I had in my hands so that he could clearly see it. “You don’t see this big ass brown bag in my hand?”
“Just making sure ‘cause I know how your ass is. Did you get me something to eat too?”
“Ion know what you mean by that. How am I exactly?”
“You know how you are,” Dexter taunted as we walked inside.
“Obviously, you know more than I do about myself, so please tell me how I am. What are you trying to say?” I asked as I closed, then locked my front door. “I sure hope you didn’t come over here to be on some bullshit. I’m really not up for all of that. I was having a pretty good day, you know.”
“I’m not on no bullshit. I’m just saying, you always in some other nigga’s face. Don’t act like that shit ain’t facts.”
“Kinda like how you be always in your girl’s face?”
“Man whatever! What’d you get to eat?”
“I bought MYSELF some Chipotle.”
“Damn, is it like that? You couldn’t get ya boy something to eat? You knew I was coming over.”
“Well, I ordered my food before I knew you were coming, duh!”
“Yeah, aight. Why you trippin’ so hard?” Dexter asked as he followed me into the kitchen. I made sure to put a little extra twist in my hips knowing he was more than likely staring at my ass. “You must need some act right. Is that what it is? You missin’ this big dick?”
“Nigga, please!” I yawned, trying to act unfazed.
I wasn’t missin’ shit, not by a longshot, but I’d be lying if I said he didn’t have some good penis.
Walking up behind me, he wrapped one of his hands around my waist, pulling me closer to him then slid one of his hands into the front of my pants. I didn’t have on any underwear, so my shit was swangin’ and hangin’.
“Put the food down,” he instructed as he started stroking my shit. “Let’s go to the room so I can take care of this. You can eat when we done.”
“I’m starvin’ let me get just one bite,” I retorted, playing hard to get. I loved it when a man took control and ordered me around; in a sexual way of course.
“You pickin’ that food over this dick?” Dexter asked, pressing his hardened monster against my ass. Fuck it, he had me. I was a sucka for a big ding-a-ling.
“My food gon’ be cold though,” I pouted, turning around then unbuckling his pants to release his beast. It was such a beautiful beast, too.
“I’ll buy you more once we done handlin’ business.”
“Okay, bet.”
Looking down at his monster as it stood at attention, I licked my lips. I dropped to my knees ready to take him into my mouth, but he stopped me.
“Hold up, let’s go to the room first.”
Doing as I was told, I led the way to my bedroom, preparing myself mentally for a couple more rounds of some good, hardcore fucking and sucking.