Free Nasty by Dr. Xyz Page A

ear. He obviously wanted no connection to Hector Salinas. She remembered asking him, then, if he wanted to talk to her or a counselor about his parents. He refused. Wise beyond his years, he remarked that what had happened in the past was behind him. The only thing that mattered, according to Carlos, was now, and he was fine with that. Ophelia left the door open for him to talk about it anytime he wanted to, but in the ten years that followed, he had never once approached the subject of his parents with her.
    And it was funny. After seeing Tarik’s resemblance to Eli, she truly knew how Carlos felt about not wanting to look like orshare any trait or behavior with Hector Salinas. She wished to hell that she could erase Tarik’s connection to his father…just like Carlos had hoped shaving his head would destroy his dad’s memory.
    Ophelia went to bed early that night, looking for a way to sever thoughts of Eli out of her mind. Instead, her dreams betrayed her. A healthy, fit Eli greeted her in her subconscious mind and made sweet love to her all night long.

CHAPTER TWELVE
     
    “Y ou lying! You ain’t never had no pussy?” Carlos stared up at his little brother with horror and disbelief. “You’re a basketball star. I know the babes are throwing it up at you. Don’t tell me you’re turning shit down. Not my baby brother.”
    Defending his virtue, Jonathan bragged, “When you’re truly in love, kissing is” Visions of his last wet dream flashed through his mind. He added half-heartedly, “Kissing and holding hands is…is special enough!”
    Carlos really lost it then. “You mean to tell me that, at eighteen years old, you don’t even know what it smells like? What the hell is wrong with you?”
    “There’s...there’s nothing wrong with me.”
    Ignoring Jonathan’s claims, Carlos paced back and forth, trying to make sense of what he knew was a senseless situation. He stopped abruptly and faced Jonathan. “I know what it is. Something’s wrong with your equipment. That sports injury you had two years ago. Fucked you up. Right, man?” Carlos desperately searched Jonathan’s face for an answer. He was truly concerned. Never had any pussy. He couldn’t fathom it. Not in a million years.
    “Feeling he hadn’t handled his position adequately, Jonathan looked Carlos in the eye. “Everybody is not like you, Carlos. In my church group, we’re taught that love is…”
    “I know…I know…it’s
special
. You already told me that before. Boy, you better get that pole of yours good and greased before it breaks off. You do know what they say?” Jonathan shook his head no. Carlos warned him. “If you don’t use it, you sure ’nuff gonna lose it.”
    Jonathan nervously picked up his ball and twirled it on its axis. “There’s plenty other things a man can do…like…”
    “Jerking off? Shit, all that beating your own meat unnecessarily cuts off oxygen from your balls. Causes all kind of diseases. Makes you sterile.”
    Jonathan looked at him with an air of disbelief.
    “Carlos, you know that’s not true.”
    Carlos would not back down. “I know because I read it in a book.”
    “You’re a crazy man.”
    “I’m crazy? Shit, you better let one of these freaks at least give you a blow job while you’re here.”
    Jonathan looked up at him with an innocent “what does that feel like” look.
    “Don’t tell me none of those cheerleaders ever went down on you?”
    Carlos had successfully worn him down. His own frustration with the girls he dated in his church group and their ultrastrict “no-touch” policy made him drop his head and avoid all eye contact with Carlos.
    Knowing he’d hit a nerve, Carlos continued with his attack. “NO! I thought so. What the hell has up and gone wrong? I hope the fuck it ain’t headed for Brooklyn!”
    Ophelia called from downstairs, “Carlos, you have company.”
    He yelled back, “Coming, Ma.” Standing up, ready to leave, he looked at his brother.
What a