Forced Out of the Darkness (11 page)

“Sure, just give me
your address and I’ll come by after I change and freshen up.”

Monti gave Cameron the
address and they gave each other the brother daps and went their separate ways.

Once Cameron got home,
he revisited the conversation from the night and thought about what Monti’s
dreams and aspirations was as far as relationships were concerned. Though his
mind was racing he was able to go to sleep. Monti on the other hand was in bed
but was far from sleep. “I hope that he ain’t doing nothing behind my back.” He
thought. “What if he is playing me like a fool?” Monti was wound up with a head
full of questions fueled by his insecurities. His demons were getting the best
of him, which caused his stress level to rise. He was wired up and needed to
defuse. The only way that he knew how to defuse was to release his self in a
sexual manner. He didn’t want to call Cameron because he had a long flight in
the morning. He also didn’t want to look needy so he did what was natural to
him.

It was 11:05 pm, as
Monti got into his Jeep and headed to his spot, Palmer Park. He knew he would
be able to find someone cruising the park looking for some dick to suck. He
drove the thirty-minute drive to the park and parked his Jeep on the street. He
crossed the street and made a beeline to the darkness of Palmer Park’s wooded
area. Palmer Park was a known spot for guys to cruise. The park lacked any
artificial lighting. The light of the streetlights faded as he passed a couple
of guys on their way out of the darkness. There was no verbal communication
between most of the guys, in this scene non-verbal communications prevailed. They
spoke to each other through a series of head nods, long eye stares and groping
their crotches or licking their lips or other sexual gestures.

Monti saw a tall
dark-skinned man who looked like he was in his mid-forties. He was frail
looking but his mannerisms told Monti that he was a sissy. As he walked in
Monti’s direction, the man looked Monti up and down, then licked his lips like
his had just ate his momma’s fried chicken. He was thirsty but wasn’t what
Monti wanted. Monti continued to navigate his way into the woods. The next guy
he saw was what the Black Gay community called a dinge queen. Dinge queens are
white guys that love serving ‘black cock’. Monti was immediately turned off. He
kept walking.

Next Monti got the
attention of a balled-headed caramel colored black guy that was about 5’10”. He
was pigeon-toed and walked with his ass turned-up. He smiled as Monti moved towards
him. Monti did the head tilt, to say, “What’s up?”

He responded, “Nothing,
Daddy.”

“You got a nice ass.” Monti
commented.

“This is platinum.” He
said matter-of-factly.

Monti came in closer to
him to let him feel the stiffness in his pants. He was hard and ready to
release. He hoped this guy knew what he was doing. The guy began to stroke
Monti’s stiffness through his pants.

“Umm, I am sure that I
can handle that dick, Daddy.”

“How ‘bout you show me instead
of telling me.”

The guy he unzipped
Monti’s pants. He put his hand into his pants; he could feel the heat of
Monti’s engorged manhood. Monti was swollen and leaking pre-cum. The excitement
of the
anonymity got to Monti.
They
looked into each other’s eyes. Monti put his hands on the guy’s shoulders,
pushing him down to his knees before Monti’s swollen sex. The guy put Monti’s thick
manhood in his mouth.

Monti
closed his eyes as he felt the warmth wetness of a seemingly experienced dick
sucker. This guy was slurping and moaning as he stroked his own meat. He used
his tongue to lick up and down Monti’s shaft. He gave Monti’s head extra
attention trying to make him weak in the knees. Monti put his hands on the
guy’s head as he began to roll his hips in a slow rhythmic motion. He was long
stroking this dudes mouth. He pushed his manhood in the guy’s mouth until he
choked. Monti felt like the man, when he could make a guy choke. The sensations
got better as Monti began to speed up his pelvic thrusts. He knew he was close
to his release.

“Where
you want this nutt?” Monti asked with lust in his voice.

“Down
my throat, Daddy.” He responded submissively.

Monti
felt his nuts tensing up and he knew he was close. The guy sucked even harder
trying to work Monti’s jism out. Monti’s breathing began to become guttural and
labored as he said, “Suck my dick, Bitch.” Monti was in the moment. He did not
care about this faggot who was serving him. He made it apparent that he was
just a tool. “Yeah, that’s right you nasty fucker, suck that dick like you love
it.” Monti was ready. He grabbed the guy’s head tightly and with one final
thrust, he exploded into his anonymous partners mouth. He could feel the guys
gag reflex trying to fight the invasion of Monti’s sex. After a few seconds of
fight, his throat relaxed allowing him to swallow every drop as his moans were
stifled by Monti’s stiffness. He moaned one last time loudly as he shot his own
load on the ground.

“Thanks,
Daddy.” He said trying to catch his breath.

“Yeah,
whatever man.” Monti said as he zipped his pants up and walked away.

“What
made me have to do this?” Monti thought as he headed back to his Jeep to go
home. Why was he not able to quench the urges of his demons? Monti felt weak
and powerless as the shame of his actions set in on him. He felt almost suffocated
by the heaviness of his shame. Once he made it home he took a hot shower, in
hopes of washing the filth of the shame down the drain.

Chapter
Seventeen

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nfamiliar
F
amiliarity

Cameron
had an uneventful flight to Amsterdam. He was in the lobby of their layover
hotel waiting to check in with the rest of the crew. Once he got his room key,
he stopped to get a sandwich and soda at the deli in the lobby of the hotel,
before heading up to his room. His room was a decent sized room with the
traditional white Dutch down feather comforter. The furniture was modern but
classy. He set his luggage on the luggage rack and turned on the television. Cameron
took off his uniform and hung it up in the closet. He was a closeted nudist
that loved to be unrestricted when he was in his own private space. Cameron
took a quick shower to get the airplane residue off his body and then came back
and sat on the chair to enjoy his sandwich while catching up on the latest news
from the BBC. He could not understand Dutch well enough to watch the local
channels, so MTV and BBC became his friend.

When
he was finished, he realized that it was just about 10:00 am and he began to
feel his eyes getting heavy. He pulled the room darkening curtains so that he
could get some sleep and got in the bed. One of the flight attendants on his
crew wanted to hang out later tonight after the crew met for dinner. Cameron
did not know where Manny was going to take him but he was told to have an open
mind, whatever that meant?

At
about 4:00 pm, the phone in Cameron’s room rang. It was Manny making sure that
Cameron was awake and getting dressed. The crew decided to go to ‘Drag Thai’,
which is a restaurant in the Red Light District that is known for both their
food and their servers, who are lady boys. They all met at 5:00 pm and went as
a group to the restaurant. The food was good. Cameron was not uncomfortably
full, but just right to last him through the night. Some of the crew had other
plans to go to bars and drink but Cameron and Manny were soon on their way to
this place called the Cuckoo’s Nest. The two of them had flown together before,
but this was their first time flying to Amsterdam together. They walked down
the main street, past Dam Square, they made small talk. Manny told Cameron that
the bar had a dark room in the basement and the rule of the place is that you
must buy a drink before you can go downstairs.

Cameron
was following Manny who was also in his early thirties. Manny was born and
raised in Puerto Rico. He had dark Latin features and he still had a deep
Puerto Rican accent even though his family moved to Brooklyn when he was 9
years old. “It’s just around the corner, Papi.” They turned the corner and made
their way into the bar, bought a drink and sat at the bar. They were enjoying
conversation with another patron when the traffic at the stairwell caught
Cameron’s attention. Cameron realized that people were going downstairs. He
watched guys of all ages, shapes, colors and sizes. Cameron’s curiosity got the
best of him especially when he saw a fine sexy mixed guy go down the stairs.

“You
want me to go with you?” Manny asked.

“No,
I am good. If you want to go you can but I am a big boy.”

Cameron
took his drink and walked over to the stairs. The staircase was steep but
Cameron took the first step as he descended to the depths of what would become
his 1
^st
step into sexual freedom and exploration. He took all thirteen
steps. As he reached the bottom step, he could smell the stuffy air that was
mixed with sexually charged pheromones. The lighting was different down in the
basement. The light was primarily coming from the televisions showing various
forms of gay porn. Even though the light was scarce, Cameron knew that he saw
two figures kneeling in what resembled a janitor’s washroom. The thing that
made Cameron know that it was not a washroom was the three men standing before
them penis exposed and urine emptying onto the guys kneeling in the trough. They
seemed to be enjoying a man pissing on them.

Around
the corner from the watersport urinal was an open area that had guys huddled up
in various areas having private conversations. There were two televisions in
this area that were showing porn. There were also cushions on top of vinyl
covered blocks where guys were sitting down. There was no sound coming from the
televisions but there was music in the room from upstairs. Directly across from
this area, there were a series of cabins, with doors, that could fit up to two
guys. Some of the rooms had waist-level holes cut out of the wall to the
adjacent cabin allowing one to reach from one room to the next. Some of the
cabins had doors closed and others had men lurking in the darkness watching
other guys pass by. One particular guy was in a cabin and said something to a
passing guy. The guy stopped just inside the cabin. They looked each other
over, grabbed each other’s crotch and closed the door behind him.

            Just
past the cabins was an 8x9 room with a square shaped bed. There was no bedding
on the bed, but it also had a vinyl cushion that resembled a mattress. On top
of this mattress, was a naked man blindfolded, on all fours, with his ass in
the air. Another man in leather pants with suspenders, tight leather shirt, a
leather tie with what looked like a police captain’s hat on, was standing behind
the naked guy. He had some white cream that he was getting out of a bucket and
putting on his hands like he was putting on lotion. What happened next made
Cameron wince.

            The
man started rubbing the blindfolded guys ass like he was painting this white cream
on it then he put his whole hand inside the man’s ass. The naked man groaned
and asked for more. The uniform man was all to eager to give him what he
wanted…half of his arm disappeared up this man’s ass. The man on all fours
seemed to enjoy what was being performed on him. He has a bottle of poppers
that he kept sniffing as the scene was being played out. Cameron finished his
drink and left his glass on a ledge so he could proceed without having to worry
about dropping the glass. He saw a roll of paper towels and he took some and
put them in his pants pocket.

            As
Cameron moved deeper into the dungeon, there was an entryway that had no light
in it that it resembled a black hole. Cameron wanted to ‘see’ what was going on
in there. He slowly walked through the entryway, which emptied into a room. Though
the outside of the room had minimal lighting, this room was completely void of
any kind of light. Cameron was rendered blind as he found the wall and followed
his hand into the unknown. He did not take large steps but shuffled along the
wall.

            His
hand felt a body and he quickly pulled his hand away. Timidly, he reached his
hand back out and felt two bodies intertwined together. As he explored blindly,
he felt their pants were down and their bodies were solid and void of a lot of
body fat. Cameron felt one of their muscular asses and he felt a little excited
as his curiosity lead him deeper into the depths of this room of sexual
darkness. He continued on going past the two bodies in the darkness. Just
beyond these two, Cameron felt a corner so he made a right turn to continue to
follow the wall deeper into the darkness.

             He
felt a hand touch him on his stomach and then slowly move down to his groin
orienting itself to Cameron’s body. Instantly, Cameron wanted to move the hand,
but his curiosity made him leave it there because the darkness allowed him to
imagine this hand to be anything and anyone that he wanted. It was expected
that people touch each other in the room. The darkness coupled with the
anonymity served to enhance the experience. Cameron was able to use his
imagination in the room to its full effect.