Nice Guys Don't Finish Last (3 page)

As
the water hit my body, my mind raced quickly as a Nascar Relay. The bar of Dove soap evaporated through my brown skin, and gently kissed every portion of my body. I caressed the tattoo on the left side of my chest “Pain is Love”, and began to believe every word of the phrase.

The shower of innocence continued as I allowed the water to massage the tips of my short curly hair, and witness the pain I endure fade down the drain. The warmness stroked my penis harder than a human hand, and each vein grew visibly. I rotated for the water to make passionate sweet love to my back, while the drops fell intricately between my round buttocks.

The phone ranged, I ignored the buzz the first time. After the second set of rings, I opened the shower curtain to remove my cell from the toilet seat to realize it was my buddy, David.

“Yo, Ab! What you doing, tonight,” David asked in his low-pitched tone.
“No plans. Maybe read a book or something, since Nico’s out right now. Why what is up?”
“Reading? Nigga, when did you start reading? We ‘bout to go to the Hippo and wanted to inquire if you were interested to go,” he laughed.
“Naw, I think I want to chill for the rest of the night,” I said.
“Come on, we haven’t seen you since Cayla’s wedding,” he meowed like a sad kitten.
“Yeah, back in December.”
“Hello! March is here, and we have not seen your ass since forever. I mean, you only live on Paca,” he laughed against the clutter his background provided which channeled three bears excluding Goldilocks.
“Yeah, well I will think about it! Who is we,” I asked.
“Oh, it’s just Anthony, Thomas, & Tyreek,” he answered.
“I guess I will slip some clothes on or something and I’ll meet you. Do you know how long the line is,” I asked.
“Naw, I don’t. We pulled up at the Rite Aid on Chase.”
“Well okay, let me get myself together before the club reaches capacity.”
“Yeah, well you do that. Since you are coming by yourself it should be easy for you to jump ahead of people,” he laughed.
“I am not cutting ahead anyone, I will see you in a few,” I said. Why would I agree to attend a club aware I must wake up at six a.m. for work?

I hoisted at the bar with a Navy Blue AT fitted covering my heavy eyes, as I observed two guys compete with each other on the dance floor. The fair skin guy strained to latch my attention, while the dark skin kid intrigued me. From afar, he appeared to consume perfect skin, sporting a high top fade with a crisp shape up, petite body and a plump jean hugging ass. The purity glazed in his presence was rather refreshing & captivating!

“I know you’re not checking out one of those boys over there. You are a married man, Abdul,” David said as he gave me a cup of Red Bull & vodka.

“Ha! I am observing the boys make fools out of themselves. Secondly, Nico and I are in a long-term relationship. We are not married,” I sipped on the liquor.

“Tell me anything. I am surprised it lasted long,” he responded.
“Yo, what you mean by that,” I asked confusedly.
“Y’all personalities are so different. You are very chill & give one hundred to the relationship. Nico appears to meet you halfway,” he shouted over top of the music, while I wondered why the conversation occurred in a club.
“Yeah, well.”
“How do you get away with that in the Air Force anyway? Don’t they have a ‘don’t ask don’t tell’ policy,” he asked with his eyes halfway closed.
“Yes, they do have a policy. For the record, I’m in the Marines, not Air Force. No one is aware of our relationship.”
“How is that even possible? You two been together for like three years, and God knows what Nico does during your drills,” he said.
“Yes, three years, David. Come on, let’s dance I did not come here to vent,” I said as I grabbed his hand and relocated to the center of the dance floor. Black Eyed Peas “Boom Boom Pow” frolicked as the crowd went bananas.
“I'm so 3008, you so 2000 and late,” Fergie’s voice echoed throughout the club as every gay male in sight quaked their asses under the strobe lights.
“Abbbyyyy, I’m so happy you came out with us tonight,” Anthony said pulling my hands to dance.
“I know right. Thank you for allowing me to jump in front of you because I would not have made it in,” I laughed.
“No problem. Come on, let’s dance,” he said as he held my hand and we burst into the “running man” while the song played.
The two guys glanced at me from the bar as I twostepped in the center & gathered them whispering amongst each other. Every period my eyes met the bar, the light skin shorty would bite his lip, while the other cat would turn his head to another direction.
Anthony, Thomas, David & I continued to dance in the center, while the obscure fella came downstairs from the escalated area. The reggae mix began to play, and the boy’s hips were in sync with the bass line as he closed his eyes & grooved to the music. He snapped his fingers in the air and swayed his body rhythmically inclined to “You Don’t Love Me”.
“Ooh, Abby. I think your little friend seeks attention,” David insisted as my eyes were glued to the boy who appeared no older than sixteen.
“Naw, I am on my way to the pool room area. I don’t want to dance anymore,” I lied to avoid sexual tension or uncomfortable situations.
“Dance dance with him,” Thomas chunked down the ice left in his empty cup.
“Nah, I am aware of my capabilities. I don’t think that’d be a good idea. I need to get home to my baby, he’s probably trying to figure out where I am,” I said as I revolved to walk away. But Anthony grabbed my arm, rotating my body to face the dark skin kids’ back.
“Text Nico later! Now go ahead & dance. There’s nothing wrong with having fun, we’re not pressuring you to sleep with him,” Anthony said as he pushed me into the guy’s buttocks.
“Excuse you,” the boy yelled at me.
“Oh my bad, my friends play too much. They pushed me into you,” I said as his irritation visibly disappeared. I was mesmerized by his perfectly aligned teeth, lenient hair and he seemed far more attractive close up. I chuckled at the idea he was at least seven inches shorter than me.
“I do not mind. Come on, let’s dance,” he flirted as he gripped my hands and placed them around his small waist. We felt the cadence of the beat and grinded together. I have not been as connected to someone in an extended time. His ass smoothly massaged my soft manhood, until hardened.
“Wait, I can’t do this,” I said as I backed away from him but he held my hand and pulled me back into him. My heart skipped many beats, I am sure he could feel it through my shirt as he gripped my hand.
“What’s your name,” he asked.
“My name is Abdul… what is yours,” I asked.
“I am Delmar,” he answered grinding to the death of me. How could intimacy with a stranger be dangerous yet fulfilling?

The
clock struck four as I fidgeted & twiddled my thumbs in caps lock with the intervals for three hours, sedentary at the dining room table awaiting Abdul’s arrival.

What if he departed without a final goodbye? The thoughts traversed my mind more than once. Maybe he is fed up with the bullshit I bestow on him. The trials & tribulations we endured left a bad tang in my mouth. The resentment is a mirror of our previous lives, and becomes difficult to be in his presence without irritability.

The key inserted the doorknob as I earwigged a silent turn, and the door creaked along with his sturdy footsteps. Abdul crept into the house whirling his head in the opposite direction of the dining room table.

“Where the hell were you? I called and texted you for several hours,” I asked.
“My phone died while I was at the Hippo,” he replied.
“The Hippo? Why you didn’t tell me you were going? And if your cell died, why couldn’t you call me from someone else’s phone,” I asked bucking my eyes at him.
“Babe, c’mon. I think you are overreacting just a bit much,” he said as he removed his Vintage Harley Davidson leather jacket I bought him for Christmas.
“Oh am I? But if the shoe was on the other foot, I would never hear the end,” I yelled grouting my index finger in the air.
“Look baby, I do not want to argue tonight. I must wake up in an hour and a half. I got a long day tomorrow.”
“If you knew you had a long day ahead of you, why would you go out?”
“To blow off steam, it’s been a while since I hung with my friends. You & I do not get along,” he said rubbing the back of his curly hair.
“Well, I want you to have fun. Preferably want you to inform me before you leave, damn,” I declared.
“Nico, I won’t do it again! Quit bitching, you are worse than a woman right now,” he snapped.
“Oh, I am acting like a woman, huh? Well, there was a certain individual who cheated on ME less than a year ago. Did we forget about that,” I asked as he rolled his eyes at me and walked away.
“Why do we have to bring up old shit? I thought we were past that,” he said removing his shirt.
“Easy for you to say, Abdul. What pisses me off is your insensitivity to my emotions! Did you learn anything from what you done,” I asked as tears began to run dry, however, I refused to sanction one drop.
“Babe, I admit what I did to you was not right. Lord knows I wish I can erase the wrongdoings, but I cannot. The only thing I can do is learn from it and move on, want to love you the best way I can. Sometimes, you make it hard though,” he said as tears dropped from his eyes and gripped my hand to kiss.
“The situation is not easy to look past. The image stagnantly pops in my head,” I said pondering about the night I wedged him. As much as I wanted to fight against him, my vulnerability set in and I held him into my arms while we embraced each other, and kissed.
The sexiest attribute about Abdul is how he is upright an inch taller than me, but I appear much shorter when he lifts me in the air and overpower my skinny body. He osculated my neck, and hauled off my shirt itinerant to my nipples extracting them with his might. He elevated me and laid me atop the dining room table, imbibing on my navel as I pressed his head into my stomach.
“You are a beautiful man, and I will do anything, I mean anything for you,” he stared genuinely in my eyes. I returned a gaze signaling for the first time in a while, I believed everything he said.
I kissed Abdul’s full lips, whilst dragging his pants down. He clutched both of my hands and forced them beside my head, while straddling me down &sucking on my neck. He pulled my sweatpants off along with my underwear, and began to suck my penis.
“It still puzzles me how someone slim as you has a big dick like this,” he laughed stroking my ego with the tip of his tongue and joints of his lips. The head of my penis grew big as an oversized mushroom, while being fondled in his hands.
“Come here,” I lowered the back of his head to kiss me again. I heaved his underwear down frolicking with his solid yet round ass, and we suspended into a world of infinite possibilities.
He lifted my legs in the air & smacked my thighs against his firm russet brown chest. Abdul pulled my ass into his mouth, and began to suck the life out of me. One would think this man was starving for food the way he ‘ate’.
“You taste so good,” he said reaching towards the floor to get a condom out of his jeans and managed to retain my legs in midair.
“Nic baby, I love you so much,” he whispered while applying the condom on his penis.
“I love you too, Abby.”
He slowly inserted his penis into me, and all the pain & joys I’ve experienced before this moment was poured onto the dining room table.

“
Do you think he will call
,” I asked as Tyrell & I sat in his 2008 Cranberry Acura in the Sportsman’s parking lot.
“Girl, I don’t know. I am so over you! You know I wanted him the moment he walked in there. You did not even think he was cute,” Tyrell said.
“Someone sounds envious! I mean, what do you want me to do? He seemed interested me and I was feeling him.”
“Whatever, you are supposed to be my good girlfriend yet you pull that stunt,” Tyrell mumbled while watching the group of hoodlums ensure impressive movements as they dropped to the ground on one leg.
“First of all, I am not a girl! Secondly, I did think he was cute. What are they doing over there?”
“You never seen anyone vogue before,” he laughed as a frown appeared on my face, profound enough to read.
“I am surprised you don’t know what it is. Vogue is an expression of movement based on posing, and the gays involved in the ballroom scene made it popular in the 80s. It’s not exactly that bullshit Madonna came out with,” he explained while striking a pose like Madonna.
“Wait, so what is the ballroom scene,” I asked.
“Well, balls are considered detailed events where gay individuals compete against each other walking runway or voguing. They are split into different categories such as realness (boys who look straight), butch queen (boys who are in between), fem queen (transgendered male who passes as a woman), and face (a person who’s facial features are flawless). They all do this for the prize of money.”
“Do you think I could walk face,” I asked.
“Chile, I envision you being sucked into this lifestyle. You better be careful, choir boy. You been in the scene for a few months, and takes a matter of time to get wrapped in some bullshit.”
“Excuse me, no different than the shit you do,” I rolled my eyes.
“You know what? That’s true, but you live a different life than me sweetie. I am a twenty one year old man, living alone without mommy & daddy. On the other hand, you are a baby and live with your hoopla parents for crying out loud. All it takes is exposure to wrong crowds. I am no angel, but you must be careful sunshine,” he said sensibly. However, wrong is wrong, so why preach something you do not practice.
“Oh please! All the stuff I received about you, go ahead with that. But wasn’t it funny when the bouncer stopped me from entering the club,” I laughed transitioning the subject.
“Girl yes! I thought they caught you. I gagged for a minute,” he laughed gazing out the car window.
“I know right! I can’t believe he stopped me to wish a happy birthday. He told me today is March 3
^rd
, and the license states your birthday is March 3
^rd
,” I laughed.
“Not even your birthday, that’s the shade,” he laughed again.
“Were the boys you talked to in the restroom snorting coke?”
“Damn boy, you are so nosey,” he nudged his head and jerked his legs anxiously, while my eyes wandered below his belt again. The bulge stared directly in my face, and I anticipated the dick to bust out the seams of his skinny jeans. “Yes, they were snorting coke, Delmar.”
Then followed an awkward pause… I could practically overhear the violins play in my head & forcibly break the silence.
“Tyrell, let me see your meat,” I asked.
“What? Delmar, what are you giving,” he laughed uncomfortably stretching his legs to maneuver his pants.
“I noticed a big lump in your slacks at church the other day. Can I see it?”
“Delmar, no,” he yelled. “That is nasty; you are one of my friends!”
“I just want to see it, nothing else.”
“Boy, you confuse the hell out of me,” he turned his body to the right side of the car.
“Ty, come here. Unzip your pants, boy,” I licked my lips.
“No, I am going to check on my chicken,” he said as he slammed the car door to walk inside the corner store called “Mama’s”. I did not understand why he wouldn’t show it. In contrast, Abdul is trapped in my head.
I wonder if he’ll ever call me and if he could potentially be my---- whatever you call it. His eyes were captivating and his charm was endearing. I have no doubt he’s a top, based off his masculine appearance & tall stature.
“This chicken is so hot, you want some,” Tyrell asked shutting the car door.
“Not really. Do you think Abdul is boyfriend material? He seems like he could be,” I asked.
“Yeah, he’s probably someone else’s! How could you assume a person may be boyfriend material after dancing with him one time? I am going to tell you like this, nine times out of ten, a guy like him is already involved with someone and he will play you. So keep your eyes open, baby boy,” he informed me.
“You are probably telling me these things because you want him for yourself,” I insisted.
“Honestly, he is fine as hell. But I do not believe in serious relationships with someone I met at a club. The only thing they’re good for is a one night stand. Nothing more— nothing less,” he said.
“Yeah whatever! When are you going to let me see your dick?”
“Boy here-- shit,” he yelled as he unzipped his pants and pulled them down. I reached over to the driver’s seat and grabbed his penis out of his boxer briefs. It looked exactly like I predicted it to be, thick and at least eight inches long. I started to stroke his dick, while he grabbed me by the back of the head & kissed me. I could smell the hot sauce on his breath, so I pushed away from him immediately.
“I don’t really like kissing,” I said as I kneeled down my head and began to blow!