Free Secret Society by Miasha Page A

mine before he got his I would miss my chance of busting a nut, so I thought about James real hard and stroked Terry’s dick uncontrollably.
    “Oooh!” Terry blurted out as he came all over my hand.
    I followed right behind him and it felt good.
    Terry was a real freak. He started licking his cum off my hand. The next thing I knew, he was hard again and wanted more. This time he was satisfied with me sticking a dildo up his butt until he came. Lucky thing, because it was no way I would have been able to get up again so soon.
    The next day came quick. Tina called me early in the morning to go to the spa with her.
    “This hot-stone massage is the bomb.” Tina squealed.
    “I know, I needed this like crazy,” I said. “I wish we could have gotten a full-body.”
    “Yeah, right. And take these towels from around our waists and let our dicks just hang out, huh?” Tina asked, not looking for an answer.
    I frowned up my face at Tina and put my finger to my mouth, instructing her to shut up in front of the women who were massaging us. She laughed and reminded me that they didn’t speak or understand English.
    “So, did Terry get plunged last night?” she asked with a devilish grin.
    I rolled my eyes at her and ignored her sarcasm.
    “Well, all I know is Derrek tore my back out something nice in that suite,” she bragged. “I’m surprised yall didn’t hear me.”
    “We were too busy making our own noise.”
    “Yeah, I heard you was packin’,” Tina teased me.
    “Fuck you, Tina,” I told her.
    “Anytime,” she said as she closed her eyes and smiled. She took a deep breath and said, “Isn’t this a long way from home?”
    I knew what Tina meant, and she was not talking about miles.
    “Damn sure is,” I agreed.
    “I remember when I didn’t have shit. Not a pot to piss in or a window to throw it out of,” Tina recalled.
    “After those dealers killed my mom and them, and I had to live with my grandmom, I didn’t know what was going to happen with me. I just went buck-wild.
    “Started skipping school and smoking weed,” she continued. “Then I got locked up for driving a stolen car. I was only thirteen. I was scared as shit. The judge told my grandmom it was up to her. She looked me in my face and said, ‘The minute you start acting up again, I’m turning you in. The first day you skip school, I’m calling the judge.’ I knew she wasn’t going to turn me in for real, though, ’cause she wasn’t tryna lose that check.
    “I remember I left school early one day to go over this girl’s house. I was walking under the bridge by myself and this old head pulled up to me and asked was I working. I didn’t know what the hell he was talking about so I just kept walking. I went to cross the street and he pulled up in front of me, blocking my path. He jumped out of that little red car and grabbed me. I remember fighting him, but he was big.”
    I had heard this story a million times before, but it never stopped me from listening. Sometimes I thought Tina needed to tell her story in order to maintain her sanity. She’d been through a lot in her short life, which could be why she turned out like she did. Me, I had no excuses for being “confused,” as my mom called it. I had both of my parents until they divorced when I was eight. I went to church every Sunday faithfully. I wasn’t molested or raped. Growing up, I didn’t even know anybody who was gay, male or female. I had what people would call a normal life.
    Tina went on, “I was a little boy. He was a grown man.” Then she began sniffling as if she was going to cry, but instead she wiped her eyes and smiled.
    “But that’s what got me where I am today, living the life. Just think, if I never got raped I would have never been gay. I would have been on the other end of the stick. Bitches would have been taking my money.”
     
    After our relaxing hours at the spa we had brunch on the beach. Afterward Tina and I did our daily exercise, and we all