Free Nice Guys Don't Finish Last by Chavez Brown Page B

Christmas tree. I pulled my head back, as he wrapped his masculinity around my waist with his strong hands. My mind was resistant to this stranger, but my body unbolted to infinite possibilities beyond control.
    “Delmar, you are so wet,” he whispered gently in my ear, before ripping my briefs off and sucking on my neck like a ravaging beast on the plains of South Africa. I playfully pushed him off me, but the pressure on my back would not relent as his index finger slid down the crevice of my hidden treasures burrowing deeper & deeper until ooze escaped my mouth biting down on the pillow.
    “Aah,” I moaned as his tongue slid down the arch of my back and he smacked my round ass with his hands, repeatedly dragging his tongue inside of me.
    “Relax baby,” he whispered with his tongue taunting every inch of my assets. The passion in the tongue was much better than any performance on stage or any song I learned as a child. He forced his tongue deeper & deeper as I bit down on the pillow, grinding in between his mouth. My thighs caught the tribal rhythm that danced alongside the birds singing outside my window. My failed attempts of pulling away excited him while he straddled me from behind. I tried to push away once again, as he grabbed my thighs & lift me in the air doing a handstand, savagely digging deeper like a raging caveman.
    “You taste so damn good,” he said stroking my penis & eating me from behind, simultaneously.
I reached for the pillow laying underneath me to balance from trembling in my quadriceps. The longer he stroke & ate, it became harder & sweat dispensed down my chocolate face. In comparison to his macho man stature, my body was like a withering twig.
“I’m ‘bout to cum,” I whispered as he stroked his tongue harder alike a paint brush to a sketch easel. My body became weak still lying in between his biceps, and began to shake like a fat girl having a seizure. He pulled my waist as I strained to avoid ejaculating on the sheets, but he compressed my hands and thighs on lock stagnantly eating between.
His tongue ravaged harder & harder, stronger & stronger, forcible & fiery, deeper & deeper. Eventually, the explosion of birth & death went into overdrive!
“The Usual Suspects featuring Nico”
    I sat there as Abdul interrogated me like I committed a murder. The wet towel around my neck began to draw heat to my body, affecting me to break into sweat.
    “So I am going to ask you again, who is the guy,” Abdul asked standing over top of me, as I sat there in silence gazing at my bitten fingernails.
“So you are going to ignore me, Nic,” he asked.
    No thoughts or words would escape my mouth; laughter almost broke the silence because Abdul favors a monkey when he is upset. The abrasions on my fingernails occupied my eyes, as he stared at me with his imaginary visors.
    “You can really be an asshole, man,” he yelled. “Fuck you,” I yelled back.
“I have to call you an asshole in order to get a response
    out of you. I am courteous giving more than I ever receive. If you would be honest & tell me what the hell is going on, we would not have to engage in a song & dance,” he tossed his hand in the air.
“Like you are any better,” I replied.
    “Nico, reviving shit from the dead is played out. We are not referring to me, we are talking about your conniving ass,” he yelled snatching the towel from my neck & tossing it into the hallways.”
    “Are you crazy? Don’t you ever snatch anything away from me,” I yelled.
“I am still awaiting an answer,” he yelled in the hallway.
“No one, I lied to you,” I yelled watching him pace back & forth. The tension between us grew quicker than a camp-fire, as I witnessed his transition from concerned boyfriend to massive serial killer in the matter of ten minutes. For the first time, I was unaware of Abdul’s physical capabilities.
“Nico, I need you to stop lying.”
“I am not lying. Can you sit down, please? You are making me