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(MMF, bi) *** Kevin Sanchez was a guy with a lot of secrets. Then again, most people have a lot of secrets. Kevin had a facade that he showed the world and beneath the facade was his true face. On the surface, he was an average- looking joe. Five foot nine inches tall, slim, with black hair and pale green eyes. Not a bad-looking young man. He was a nineteen-year old guy living in Dorchester. Dorchester was a tough place. It was a real tough place to live. There was a lot of poverty down there and gangs and all kinds of dangerous things happening. There was always a lot of tension down there. The Latinos, the blacks and the Asians didn't always get along. The whites had their share of problems. If you were like Kevin Sanchez, you didn't get played by the system. You played the system. Kevin Sanchez was a hustler. Currently, he was walking down the south side. He was going somewhere and he didn't want to be seen down there. Kevin Sanchez had many secrets. He w a hustler. That was public knowledge. He was also bisexual and you better believe he didn't tell anyone that. In the hood, people viewed homosexuality as a weakness, especially in men. You couldn't be gay and make it as a hustler. Kevin Sanchez liked the ladies just fine but sometimes he just had to have a man. Like now. He walked off the south main street and went into an apartment building. He went to the second floor and knocked on the third door to the right. After a moment, someone came to open the door. The man was tall and skinny, with curly hair and dark eyes. His skin was black. George was a skinny black dude. He also was George's secret lover. "Hello, dude. Whassup?" George said. "Can I come in?" Kevin said. George stepped aside and let Kevin Sanchez inside the small apartment. The apartment was small but clean. George was an immigrant from the island of Haiti. He was also a masisi. The Haitian word for gay. George didn't advertise his homosexuality but he didn't deny it either. He didn't look or act gay but he wasn't ashamed of his sexuality. His Haitian parents kicked him out of their house years ago. George once lived with a woman named Karen and they had a son together, little Matthew. Karen and Matthew lived somewhere in the city of Boston and knew of George's lifestyle. Kevin looked at George. He didn't usually care for George's type. But then again, right now he was seriously horny. He smiled at George and George smiled back. George came closer and kissed him. He started unbuttoning George's shirt and unzipped his pants. He went on his knees and took Kevin's cock out of his pants. George held Kevin's cock and looked at it with such an expression of wonder in his face that Kevin wondered if he had never seen a cock before. When George started sucking his dick, Kevin let go of that thought. The guy was an expert cocksucker. He licked the head of Kevin's cock and sucked it before licking the balls. Kevin watched him suck. He closed his eyes and all he could hear were the slurping sounds George made as he sucked Kevin's dick like he was some kind of milking machine. Kevin felt like he was about to cum, and he did. George just gobbled it all down. "Did you like it?" he asked. Kevin smiled. "Not as much as I'm gonna like this." George grinned. He knew what that meant. He jumped on the bed where Kevin joined him a second later. They resumed kissing and George took Kevin's erect cock in his hands. He pumped it up. Smiling, Kevin got on top of him. He put on a condom and rubbed his cock against George's butt. George grunted. Kevin cupped George's buttocks and parted the cheeks. He slowly guided his cock inside George's asshole. He started to really give it to George, going in and out of his ass. He slammed it deep inside the black man and George screamed. Kevin held him by the hips and thrust into him. He fucked the shit out of George for the next half hour. Their screams of passion filled the apartment. A little while later, Kevin Sanchez and George Lafontan lay in bed together. Their bodies were covered with sweat. Kevin felt a bit tired. He liked fucking George. George was energetic. He just lay there and smiled at Kevin. Kevin smiled back. George came closer and kissed him. Kevin hesitated, then kissed him back. He liked George and the sex was great but he didn't want emotional intimacy with another man. He tried not to think too much. When he woke up, George wasn't there. Grabbing his gun, he went to the kitchen. He saw George standing there, looking great in black shirt and jeans. He was watching television. The WB. Kevin came and saw food on the kitchen table. Bacon. Eggs. Coffee. Bread. He couldn't believe it. He smiled and George and George smiled back. "Good morning, honey." George said. Kevin glared at him. Kevin didn't like when George called him sweetie or honey. He didn't like that at all. He didn't like it when gay men called themselves in feminine terms. Kevin was raised to be a macho Latino. He didn't want to be a maricon. He sat down and ate, trying to ignore George. Why couldn't George act like a normal man? Kevin had nothing against gay men. He just didn't like effeminate behavior. Feminine behavior was for those real bitches. Women. Those traitorous, conniving and deceitful bitches. They lied, cheated and stole and hardly ever got called on it. They played victim so well that the system seemed powerless to stop some of them. Kevin had nothing against women but he had a strong dislike for those man-hating feminist whoremongers. They were usually ugly-ass broads. He didn't care for the type at all. "Why do you have to act like a bitch?" Kevin said. George looked at him. "Excuse me?" "Stop acting like a woman." Kevin said. George stared at Kevin. He had known this young man for awhile. He had sensed that there was some good in Kevin. He had fallen in love with the bisexual hustler. Now, he could see that Kevin would never change. He didn't respect gay men and he didn't trust or respect women. "Leave." he said. Kevin Sanchez went out. He couldn't believe George was mad at him. George was never mad. He was the original mister nice guy. Well, the black gay version. Kevin didn't like sleeping with men. Most of them made him sick to his stomach. Yet he couldn't help be attracted to them. The same thing with women. He liked having sex with them but most of them were stupid and could be cold as hell and bust a guy's chops so he had to be careful. He had seen what some women did to their men and it was scary. Everything from surprise attacks to false accusations of anything from physical abuse to sexual assault to harassment. Geez. And the prosecutors and judges never questioned those claims made by these women. Kevin Sanchez didn't trust anyone but he could teach the cops a trick or two about chicks and lies. How could you tell a chick is lying? Her lips are moving! Kevin was walking around when he felt like he needed a drink. He went into the Rialto. It was a bar that opened up real early. He went there and ordered a scotch on the rocks. He was sitting there when a girl came in. She was a slightly plump young woman with long blond hair and pale blue eyes. Her skin was milky white. He knew her from somewhere. "Hi." he said. "Do I know you from somewhere?" The girl looked at him. "Yeah, high school, Kevin. We were in the same homeroom for four years." Kevin glared. Now he recognized her. Karen Dailey. His old high school buddy. They started talking. She was real interesting. It was interesting to catch up. She had gone out of Dorchester and gone to Chestnut Hill. She was studying to become a medical assistant. She was doing good. Kevin felt a bit sad about his life. He was a two-bit hustler. A thug who slept with men and women and terrorized both. One of the bad-ass mofos of the hood. They talked for an hour. She gave him her number and left. Kevin went home. He called George but the friggin homo wasn't picking up the phone. Screw him. Kevin decided to call Karen. He asked to go to dinner and a movie, for old times sake. They went to the theater and saw Van Helsing. After that, they hung around the Mall and chatted over two slices of pizza. Acting in a manner uncharacteristic of himself, Kevin drove her home and kissed her goodnight... like a gentleman. When he went home, he called George and told him he was seeing some girl, just to see if he would get jealous. "I feel sorry for you and the girl." said George. "Why?" Kevin asked. "You're gay, Kevin." Kevin started berating George on the phone until George hung up. Kevin was fuming. Who the hell did George think he was? That dude was acting like a little bitch. Kevin wanted to show him whassup. He called Karen and asked her to go out. She accepted and they went dancing. After dancing, they went back to her place. Karen had been drinking that night and she was all over Kevin. She started kissing him and touching him in funny places. His conservative high school buddy was acting like a real bitch in heat. Normally, Kevin would be turned on but he couldn't stop thinking about George. For some reason, he actually missed the faggoty mofo. He was in Karen's apartment. He sat on the couch while she got drinks. She came back, having changed into scantily attire. Kevin looked at her and felt his cock grow hard. She was looking good. She asked him if he wanted it. She started to strip. He watched her take off layer after layer of sexy clothing. "Come and get it." she said. Karen bent over and Kevin looked at her ass. Damn, she had a nice ass. Nice and round. He couldn't help put his hand on it. He patted her rump. Nice and round. So large and inviting. She turned around and smiled at him. He smacked her behind and she gasped. He took his cock and rubbed it against her fat ass. He grabbed her big butt cheeks and parted them. Hmm. They felt so good in his hands. He saw her tiny hole and rubbed his cock against it. Karen froze. "I am gonna fuck you," he said. She said nothing as he slowly began to enter her ass. His cock went inside her ass. It was so tight. He pushed a little and she grunted but pushed back against him, driving him into her. Inch by inch he went. He thrust into her, feeling her ass stretching to accommodate his girth. He held her ample hips and fucked her like this, from behind, shoving his cock deep in her ass. She had her face buried on the floor and moaned as he fucked her. He could feel her rocking back her hips. Her tight ass felt like a vise around his cock. He fucked her for a few more moments, shoving his cock deep into her bowels. At some point he went so deep that she froze. He slowly pulled out, only to shove it right back in. He felt a familiar rush in his loins and came, shooting his load deep inside her. She screamed as he sent hot cum deep inside her fat ass. Karen rolled onto her back and looked at him. Her legs were still spread and he could see his cum leaking out of her asshole. "Did you like it?" she asked. "Yeah." Kevin Sanchez looked at the young woman he had just fucked. Normally, after he had sex with a girl he would feel some satisfaction or some kind of pride. He was the playah, he was "the man". Now he felt... embarrassed. He stared at her as she put her clothes back on. After fucking a woman, he felt like a sexual conqueror. Now, he felt... weird. He couldn't understand why he felt so weird. He spent the night in Karen's bed. She wanted to do more but he just couldn't bring himself to do it. He slept and dreamed about George. He woke up screaming. His screaming didn't wake up Karen. She was a deep sleeper. He put his clothes back on and left. He wrote her a note. "Karen, thanks for last night. You are a sweet one. Bye." Kevin Sanchez went home and showered. He called George. George picked up the phone, for once. George didn't seem to want to talk to him but when Kevin started talking for real, George listened. Kevin told him everything. The bars. The clubs. Karen. Everything. He confessed to George that he had dreamed about him. "I love you, G-man," Kevin said. There was a silence at the end of the line. "And I love you back," George said. The End * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime, so take good care of it! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Kristen's collection - Directory 30