Free Nasty by Dr. Xyz Page B

doofus
, he thought.
A genuine nerd.
He couldn’t help but feel sorry for him.
    “This conversation ain’t over. I’m gonna help a brother out. You coming out with me tonight to Club Zeon.”
    “Carlos, I don’t like those places.”
    “I don’t want to hear no protests. Be ready in a half-hour.”
    Carlos left Jonathan’s room but poked his head back in and pointed to a nightstand where a half-empty jar of Vaseline rested. “And throw that shit out. After tonight, you won’t need it anymore.”
    Angry with himself, Jonathan slammed the door behind Carlos. What was wrong with being a virgin? He was handling his sexuality his way. The truth was, he was glad his older brother was taking an interest in his virginal status because he knew he’d get different answers about “doing the nasty” from Carlos, the sexual renegade in the family. The sex talks he’d had with his mom and Pops, when he was alive, had been so sterile and clinical. Talking to Tarik had been worthless. He had avoided the topic entirely.
    If he just “looked” and didn’t touch, technically, he was still a virtuous man. Hanging out at the club tonight would be safe, if he checked his libido at the door. Knowing that Carlos would handle him right, he eagerly waited for the evening to approach.
    Driving to the club, Carlos took advantage of the time alone to school Jonathan. He was going to make losing his virginity a project. If he had anything to do with it, Jonathan was going to college, a man.
    “Man, there’s a freak I know who will do anything for you. Areal nympho type. For just one of your big smiles, she’ll suck your dick so good and hard, you won’t stop coming ’til it’s time to collect social security. I’ll introduce you to her at the club and you can go to the parking lot and she’ll…”
    Jonathan was shocked. He only wanted to look at the women; doing something was out of the question, and in a parking lot? The thought of it made him want to run all the way back to his mama’s arms for safety.
    In a horrified voice, he exploded, “Are you crazy? A parking lot? Thanks, but no thanks. I couldn’t. No! NO! I couldn’t do that thing with a nympho? Not one second…not ever.”
    Carlos could see that Jonathan was upset and that his suggestion was a bit premature. He’d have to break homeboy in a little slower. “Hey, man…man, calm down…it’s okay…it was just a thought…you ain’t ready. I know that. I respect that…I just thought…maybe…while you were home for the summer… before you started college and shit…you might you know… experiment…not go all the way…just a taste…with a pro…you know?”
    There was dead silence for the rest of the ride. Jonathan was upset by the offer, not because he wouldn’t consider it, but because there was a part of him that seriously wanted to “experiment.” Carlos had flipped his little perfect world of abstinence upside down. No one had ever challenged his decision to remain celibate quite as aggressively as Carlos. It made him face one big fact. He was indeed madly curious about screwing, fucking, licking, and everything in between.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN
     
    C
lub Zeon was no ordinary place. Only the rich and famous could acquire the famous phallic-shaped key that allowed entry into the eighteenth-century renovated church. Owners wisely decided to maintain the Gothic exterior. For the interior they hired a top designer, and spared no expense to create an ultra-futuristic space that catered to the tastes and eccentricities of the world’s elite crowd.
    This used to be a church
, thought Jonathan. He gasped when he first entered the club. It was hard for him to believe that babies were once baptized, couples married and blessed, in the place that now displayed nude couples of all sexual orientations in cages engaged in a variety of erotic activity.
    Carlos left Jonathan alone to take care of business in the VIP section of the club’s lower level. Without his