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Six months later, I was spending every night over this man’s house. Steven’s place was lit! My man had a big-ass flatscreen TV in his living room, and his condo association provided free grocery delivery service, so he had every grocery you could possibly have, including rare condiments like hot sauce and soy sauce! And he had three bedrooms!
I lived in a studio apartment over a bodega, but Steven lived in a condo penthouse; well, one floor below the penthouse, but it’s the same thing to me! A bitch was moving on up, but the truth is all I ever needed was Steven from the first day I ever visited him!
Granted, I still wasn’t getting any dick, but I cuddled with a strong man every night as we cooked together, watched television, played Uno, Monopoly, Spades, and Bid Whiz. We even played boys chase the girls! That was Steven’s idea, but it was cute, chasing each other around the condo building at two o’clock in the afternoon! I could get as tired or as busy as I liked, because I had someone to make me dinner, or we would order it because we were too busy.
I had someone who asked about my day and waited on me hand and foot because, get this, he said, “I want to make sure you have an objective opinion to bounce ideas off of and cater to your needs.” Who says, “Cater to your needs?” A man who is working hard to be your man, that’s who!
Shit was going smooth on my end the first six months, but little did I know, my man needed some bodily contact. He didn’t say it, but I knew men, and this niggah needed to bust a legitimate nut! But since he was such a gentleman and because he took my butter knife threat seriously, he would never cheat and get his nut behind my back, not after he promised me commitment.
I had to find a way to take us to the next level without freaking him out. I wasn’t quite ready to let go of my compassionate golden goose at that moment. The material shit could be tossed in the trash; it was the man I had to keep.
One night, Steven was sitting in the living room of his condo looking all pouty, like he was upset at me but didn’t really have a legitimate reason. I knew why he was mad, but I didn’t know how to please him.
I could tell you about everyone in his family, but I never met any of them. I knew his favorite color was black, he was an avid reader of ghetto fiction, and he named his penis Lil Stevie, each testicle Eenie Meenie, each nipple Miney Mo, and his asshole Peachfuzz! However, I didn’t know if I should go in for Lil Stevie, Eenie-Meenie, Miney-Mo, or if he wanted me to break Peachfuzz wide open with my WigglyDicks.com dildo! A bitch needed more information!
While Steven sat on his sofa quietly watching television, I got us a gallon of Cognac and two shot glasses out of the kitchen, and a few blunts out of my purse, and we played Truth or Dare! Yes, right there in his living room! I took it back to high school on his ass; anything to find out how to help him get his nut so he could go back to loving and adoring me. Like an hour and five shots into the game, after doing all the preliminary easy dares, I went in.
“So, truth or dare?” I took a shot! Sixth shot.
Steven, not to be outdone, took his sixth shot and said, in a slurred voice, “Truth...”
I was praying for truth! He’d spent the past hour doing silly dares, but now he was finally drunk enough to choose truth.
I asked, really serious like, “When you was a working gay, what did you like? I mean, no judgment, but were you a top or a bottom?”
Steven was embarrassed but took his seventh shot. “I was a bottom, if you must know. Penetration was never really my thing. I mean, who wants shit on their dick, right?”
I laughed so hard, because he was being so honest about it. He was drunk as hell, but I was like, Who assumes that if they penetrate an ass they will always get shit on their dick? That shit is so rare it’s like a unicorn and shit! However, I specialize in breaking fuckboys for a living, so I was hopeful.
Steven was good and drunk, so I said fuck the game, and just started asking follow-up questions. I mean, it wasn’t like he knew the difference anyway, because he answered everything I asked him on one truth question.
I asked, still serious, “When was the last time you were a bottom for a man?”
Steven took another half of a shot. “I saw my homie Tyler like three months before our first date, then I saw Alex the week after that. I just been chilling ever since. That shit was whack anyway, in both instances!”
Steven took the final half-shot, eight shots, leaned back on the sofa, closed his eyes, and kept the shot glass in his hand but rested his hand on his lap.
As if I was a hypnotist, I asked, seductively, “Why was it whack, baby?”
Steven paused for a minute. He tried to open his eyes, but he couldn’t get them all the way open. “Because they were only fucking me for the money, not because they wanted me. I mean, their dicks were hard, but their hearts weren’t in it. Could you believe I loved them both when I first met them? I obsessed over their broke asses! Anything they wanted, I would have given them, no questions asked. Come to find out, when I started asking about commitment, in both cases, they suddenly started feeling smothered. It was like they knew each other and had rehearsed their responses. After that, whenever they needed a few dollars, they called or would show up to hang for a few minutes, weeks, or months, but most of the time I knew them, they never cared to get to know me like you have, Josephine.”
I said, confused, but still sensual, “Baby, you are a strong, intelligent, sexy black man; do you mean to tell me that you can’t find someone gay who wants you for more than your body?”
Steven slurred, “They only want my body, Jo. Always my ass to start, which is what I want. Then they find out I’m a bottom, and they say they’re a top. Then when I get them home, and they see me naked, all of a sudden they want to be a bottom. I say, ‘Hey, I like being penetrated; I don’t want to penetrate you.’ They say, ‘Fine,’ but then every time we have sex they ask, ‘You wanna put it in me now?’ I say, ‘No, that’s not my thing, put it in me!’ and we do that routine until they do what Tyler and Alex have always done.”
“What do they do, baby?”
As if he was drifting off to sleep, he whispered, “Then, the next pretty face would come along, or sexy body, or monster dick, and they was off to chase that, leaving me alone. The only dick I can get I have to pay for it and even then it ain’t good so I just wasted my motherfucking money on a broke-ass niggah who can’t even pretend to want to fuck me. I’m pathetic, right! Then they wonder why I’m willing to try something new with you!”
This is the realest thing I ever did! Before I tell you what I did, I gotta set the stage a bit! I just watched Steven take his eighth shot of cognac, and that man was bent! He was leaning on the couch now, and the shot glass was on the floor. His head was on the armrest, legs cocked open, and his dick was rock hard! It was fat, long, and curved. He was there, and technically my boyfriend, so that was my dick! My dick! It was so cute! If he was a virgin, I would have waited but because we was just “experimenting,” you know, “testing the waters of our newfound relationship,” I figured, why not see if I could kill two itches with one scratch out that motherfucker!
I sat Steven upright again, and his dick looked like it got bigger, longer, and fatter at the same damn time! I was so drunk, I was staggering, and I kept falling on it. Each time my leg rubbed against it, or my ass brushed against it, it throbbed! It was like it was an SOS signal that was intended only for me, or Morse Code... tap tap tap... tap tap tap... I heard Lil Stevie loud and clear.
Him was cold! I had no choice but to warm him up inside my womanly folds, you feel me?
I turned all the lights off, shut all the shades, turned off the TV, stripped ass naked, then pulled Steven’s pants off. There was Lil Stevie. He was even more glorious in person, outside of Steven’s jeans. There was a sliver of light coming in from the window, just enough for me to see Steven flinch when I started to stroke Lil Stevie! I realized that Lil Stevie wasn’t cute at all. No... he was rugged and outdoorsy, you know; a real man’s man. Curved and as heavy as any other dick I had ever held in my hands! Damn, do all gay dicks look like this?
Him had a fat head, a deep curve, and he was every bit of 11.5 inches; I know what twelve inches look like, and Lil Stevie was right on twelve inches! I was wet, Lil Stevie was throbbing in my hand, so I did what any dutiful girlfriend would do. I straddled him, Steven and Lil Stevie included! Oooh, child, the flesh is weak, but Lil Stevie was too strong and masculine to leave out in the cold. Yes, he was!
From the moment he entered me, I was orgasmic! It had been over ten years since I felt a stiff hot dick inside me, and I lost control! While Steven laid there, flinching, and moaning as if trapped in a nightmare, I rode him like a fucking equestrian, and Lil Stevie was anything but scared.
Steven was hung like a horse, and every part of his body that made contact with mine was warm and hairy, and the smell of cognac and musk was the perfect aphrodisiac. Between the smell and the warmth and that dick, it all allowed me to close my eyes and still imagine Steven. I didn’t have to pretend he was someone else, but I wanted to pretend so that if this was a one and done type thing, I would still have a piece of it in my mind. Then I would open my eyes, and see him there, and each time it was like going from a dream to reality.
I had to cover my own mouth to stop a loud moan, then, as if instinctively, Steven’s unconscious hands began to caress my nipples, then my waist, then my full breasts. Each touch of his strong hands made my entire body flutter and my pussy wetter! I wanted to scream all of the thoughts in my head, but I couldn’t, because there’s no quiet way to say, “Fuck the shit outta me, baby,” or “This pussy is yours,” or “I’m coming again, baby, I’m coming a-fucking-gain,” without risking Steven waking up and stopping my riding session. A bitch wasn’t trying to end this ride, not by a long shot.
In about five minutes, Steven finished, and when Lil Stevie exploded inside Lil Josephine, a bitch went full-on orgasm! As loud as I screamed, and as much noise as the sofa made when we were finished, Steven was still passed out! I hate to admit it, but I didn’t even take his dick outta me! I couldn’t move, and I didn’t want to move either! Who knew that a gay man would have my ass wide open? Deep down I knew, for six months I knew, but that day was my proof that I was with the love of my life. The only thing I wasn’t sure of was if I could ever truly be the love of his life.
The smell of must, cognac, and Lil Josephine filled the room. I remember hearing sirens and cars in the distance, and one of Steven’s neighbors’ televisions playing the evening news, and Steven’s heavy breathing turning to a loud snore. I learned that’s how you know he’s out for the night. I had come to count on that snore over the past six months, and as if my body knew that Steven’s loud rumbling snore indicated bedtime, within seconds I was asleep, laying my head on Steven’s hot and sweaty chest without a care in the world. I remember that night as being beautiful, passionate, and all mine; so, as selfish as it sounds, Steven’s feelings were the furthest from my mind when I fell asleep.