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  “She needs to be on the cover of a magazine somewhere.”

  “Who? Akaysha?”

  “God, yes. She’s gorgeous.”

  “People tell her that all the time, but she doesn’t ever take them seriously.”

  “I would love to get her in the studio, take a few shots of her. The modeling industry could use more sisters.”

  “I don’t know, but you can try.” We unfurled silverware out of our napkins.

  Armed with a steak knife, Tareek cut into his meat as I drowned my blueberry pancakes in syrup. “Mmm…this is a pretty good steak. You want a bite?”

  Tareek had no idea how badly I wanted a taste of his meat. “It looks good. I should have ordered that instead.”

  Tareek ran a piece of the beef in steak sauce with his fork. “Here, try it,” he said, leaning across the table.

  I wrapped my mouth around the savory morsel of meat and then sucked it from the tip of his fork.

  “How is it?”

  “Mmm…that is good.”

  The last time I was fed from someone’s plate, I was five. I found his maneuver kind of romantic. If I hadn’t known any better, I would have thought I was falling for Tareek. I still didn’t know if he was one of the children yet.

  The next time she stopped by our table, I told Akaysha that I was a modeling scout. She thought I was bullshitting until I gave her one of my cards. I told her to come by the office Monday morning.

  “That face oughta be on the cover of Vogue,” I told her.

  She laughed and tucked my business card into her apron pocket.

  “I’m serious. Come by. My friend Bryan Brown would love to take some shots of you.”

  “Oh my god, I know him. He’s one of the best photographers in Tallahassee.”

  “Yes, and I want you to come meet him.”

  “Okay, I’ll do that.”

  When Tareek took out his wallet to pay for our meal, Akaysha said, “It’s on the house.”

  Tareek insisted on leaving her a twenty-dollar tip. He gave Akaysha a kiss on the cheek followed by a hug before we left. “You keep in touch and be safe over there,” she said.

  It was ten after six when we got back to my car in the parking lot of the bar. “Thank you for breakfast,” I said.

  “Thank you for the company.”

  I kept my hands nervously in my pockets.

  “Now can I ask you something?” Tareek said.

  “Anything.”

  “Can I kiss you?”

  I don’t know if my heart was thumping crazy from the walk back to the bar or from the prospect of being kissed by this gorgeous Adonis of a man. My suspicions had been confirmed. Tareek was gay. I wanted to say, “Hell yeah you can kiss me,” but I kept cool.

  “Okay.”

  I didn’t care who was around or who might see. I wasn’t going to pass up the opportunity to be kissed by Tareek. I leaned against the door of my Cadillac Escalade as he leaned into me. His lips were warm and supple against mine. I thought about sticking my tongue in his mouth, but I didn’t want to come off fresh on what I guessed was our first date. When I felt his arms around my waist, I thought I was going to melt. Please don’t let me be dreaming this shit.

  “That was nice. You’re a good kisser,” he said.

  “Um…you too.”

  My dick was so hard in my shorts you would have thought I had overdosed on Viagra.

  “You like basketball?” Tareek asked.

  “I’ve watched a few games.”

  “The Seminoles are playing Wake Forest tomorrow night. You wanna go?”

  “Sounds like fun, yeah, sure.”

  We exchanged phone numbers. I gave Tareek the address of my apartment.

  “The game starts at seven thirty, so I’ll pick you up at seven.”

  The minute I got home that night, I grabbed a bottle of lotion and some tissues and jacked my dick as I thought of Tareek deep-dicking me in the ass.

  We had dinner the following night at Po’ Boys and then went back to his aunt’s house, as she was conveniently in Biloxi over the weekend. We cuddled on her flower-printed sofa, sliding hands under shirts and between each other’s legs, feeling at each other’s brick-hard dicks.

  Tareek kissed me, sliding his tongue in my mouth, past my lips. We kissed each other hard. When I lay on top of him, I felt his dick sticking warm against my thigh. Tareek’s tongue tasted sweet like candy.

  “Let’s take this to the bedroom.”

  Tareek and I kissed, peeling each other out of our shirts as we walked lip-locked to the room he was staying in. Afrocentric portraits hung on each wall. There was a chest of drawers in front of one of the bedroom windows that were hung with sheer, white curtains and a dresser with tiny blue-and-white figurines that matched the color scheme of the bedroom. It definitely showed a woman’s touch. Items like bottles of cologne, a brush and other miscellaneous male items were strewn along the dresser. A colorful assortment of fake carnations and a clock radio sat on one nightstand while a phone and a couple of crystal candy jars sat on the left side of the bed. It reeked of potpourri. There were shirts and jeans neatly folded in a white rocking chair in one corner of the room. Tareek’s dog tags hung around the neck of one of the bedposts. We fell onto the king-sized bed that was decorated with fat pillows and a flower-printed bedspread.

  Tareek undid the buckle of my belt and the clasp of my jeans. He tore my boots from my feet, throwing them to the floor before he pulled off my jeans. Being that I wasn’t in the best of shape, I was nervous about him seeing me naked. Tareek didn’t seem to mind. His fingers tickled as they grazed delicately against my thigh. My dick popped free like a jack-in-the-box when he pulled my draws past my waist, around my booty and down to my feet.

  I stopped him when he started to undress himself. “Here, let me.” Tareek dropped his arms to the side and let me do the honors. He kicked off his boots as I pulled his tan camouflage uniform pants down his muscle-bound legs. The bulge in the tent of his boxers caused me to salivate. I had been anxious to get my lips around his meat since the night before in the bathroom at the Tomahawk. I hooked my fingers over the waistband of his underwear, easing them off his milk-chocolate skin. My cut seven-incher had nothing on his ten-inch appendage that literally banged against my chin.

  “Damn, T.”

  “We both know you can handle my dick,” he said.

  “I’ve wanted to do this since the bathroom.”

  “I figured you did. I saw you checking out my dick.”

  I tongued the head, licking precum from the teardrop spout before I enveloped the head with my mouth. He slid along my lips like a dream.

  “Turn over for me. I want you to feel me inside you.”

  I did what Tareek wanted. There was a bottle of lotion on the dresser sitting next to a blue and white porcelain pig. Tareek slathered it along his dick. He smeared himself on top of me. Black skin kissing black skin. I felt his dick pressing into the ditch of my ass, the tips of his fingers traipsing along my nips.

  Tareek pushed until I felt his bulbous crown slip in past my asshole.

  “You okay?” Tareek asked, as he started to thrust.

  “Fuck, this feels good.”

  “Yeah, you like me inside you?”

  “Don’t stop.”

  I watched Tareek’s dick sliding in my ass reflected in the dresser mirror. He pinned my hands to the pillows as he fucked me.

  “Damn, this some good ass.”

  “And it’s all yours,” I told him as he kissed me along the nape of my neck. Tareek was a man who knew his way around a man’s ass, who knew all the right buttons to push.

  “Turn over.”

  Tareek flipped me over on my side. He tweaked my nips as he pulled me into his dick.

  “Don’t stop. Keep fucking me,” I pleaded.

  Tareek had me. This soldier was a pro at deep-dicking booty.

  He toyed with my balls, jacking my piece from the front while fucking me from the back.


  “I want you to come with me,” Tareek said.

  “Fuck yeah.”

  Our breathing was heavy. His pumps of my dick were in sync with his thrusts.

  “I’m about to nut. Cum with me,” Tareek pleaded, as he pumped my dick crazy.

  “Fuck me, Tareek!”

  “Shit yeah!”

  I couldn’t hold out. “I’m ’bout to cum, damn!”

  Within seconds, jets of white spurted from my spout onto his aunt’s flower-printed bedsheet. The woman would probably keel over with a heart attack if she saw me and her nephew butt-ass naked in her bed. My cum oozed over Tareek’s fingers. He pulled out of my booty and shot warm strings of nut. Tareek held me close as we came together in sloppy-wet French kissing.

  “That was amazing.”

  “You’re amazing,” I said.

  That night we fell asleep in each other’s arms. I felt Tareek’s soft dick against my booty as we spooned. There was nowhere else I wanted to be.

  We spent the whole weekend together. Sunday was his last day before he had to leave, so we had brunch and went to a movie. “What time does your bus leave for North Carolina tomorrow?” I asked, as we walked out of the movie theater.

  “Six a.m.”

  “Can I drive you to the bus station?”

  “Are you sure?”

  “We can get breakfast tomorrow before we go. I want to give you a proper sendoff.”

  I hated the idea of him leaving but I understood why. It was a little after four in the morning when we got to the Waffle House. Tareek looked so handsome in his uniform. Akaysha wasn’t working. This time we both ordered the steak and eggs. We didn’t talk much. I didn’t want Tareek to leave, but I didn’t tell him that.

  “It might rain today,” I said.

  Tareek stared out of the tinted window of the diner. “Looks like it.”

  We got to the bus station twenty minutes before Tareek’s bus departed for North Carolina. I struggled to keep from crying.

  “Call me when you can. Write, email, something to let me know that you’re okay.”

  “Will you do me a favor?”

  “Anything.”

  “Look out for Akaysha for me. She doesn’t have anyone else.”

  “I promise.”

  Tareek and I hugged. “Come back to me. That’s a fuckin’ order.”

  “Yes, sir,” he grinned.

  As the bus pulled out of the terminal, I mouthed to Tareek. I love you.

  He pressed his hand to the glass. I love you, too.

  It wasn’t until I got in the car that I cried. Not because Tareek was gone, but because I was in love.

  LETTER FROM HOME

  Jay Starre

  Private Abe Mason offered fellow private Keith Smith a letter and lingered while he opened it, expecting his pal to share some of the news from home. Their base in Georgia was far from Abe’s home in New York City and Keith’s in Tulsa, Oklahoma. They were a long way from their families and friends.

  “Peter is splitting up with me. Seems like he’s found someone else who’s got a hotter ass than mine,” Keith said with a slight grin.

  That shy smile was a real turn-on for the dark-skinned private who hovered over him. Everything about the freckle-faced soldier was a turn-on, even the way he took the bad news with a bit of humor.

  “That sucks. He sounds like a bastard. Good riddance, I say.”

  “Naw. He’s not a bastard at all. He’s just kind of flaky. I wouldn’t be surprised if he changes his mind a month from now.”

  “Would you take him back?”

  “Not likely. Lesson learned, I reckon.”

  And that was all he said about it, but Abe could tell he was really down. “Come on, bud. Let’s go for a ride. We have a couple of hours and no one’s going to argue if we take the jeep out for a little reconnaissance practice in the hills.”

  Keith readily agreed, obviously eager to get some air—and maybe take his mind off that unwelcome letter. The two had become fast friends from the first day of basic training, and it was hardly unusual for them to take off together whenever the opportunity arose. Abe was training as a driver in the motor pool, and it was easy enough to get permission to take one of the vehicles out.

  Although Keith was the quiet one, he had been the one to admit he was gay when they met. When Abe asked if he had a girlfriend back home, the green-eyed recruit had confided without the slightest shame that he had a boyfriend back in Oklahoma. Abe had quickly revealed he was gay too. Neither would have been able to do that without great risk only a few months earlier with the military’s old antigay policy still in effect.

  Their conversation on the way out of the base into the nearby hills was typical of their usual talks. Even with the roar of the jeep’s engine and the creaking and shaking of its chassis as they bumped their way over the dirt track, Abe could be heard. He had a deep voice, very melodic and very sexy. He had no need to shout or raise it, as the deep timbre could be heard even from far away, almost like an elephant’s throaty rumble. Keith, though, was not only shy but also had a soft prairie drawl and often had to repeat himself.

  At first they didn’t mention the letter, nor did they mention their imminent deployment to Afghanistan. Instead they talked about every other subject under the sun. Abe was a bit of a know-it-all while fortunately Keith was interested in just about any topic his garrulous buddy touched on.

  Finally, though, Keith broached the subject on both of their minds. “We’re going off to the battlefield in less than a week. Heck, now that Peter’s dumped my sorry ass I won’t have anyone back home to worry about me. Other than Grandma Murphy.”

  Abe instinctively reached over and placed a hand on his pal’s broad shoulder and squeezed. “Fuck that asshole. You got Grandma rooting for you anyhow…and you’ve always got me.”

  “Thanks, Abe. But it does kind of suck. Not to be a baby about it, but I had sort of counted on Peter back home thinking about me while I was off fighting, you know, someone who wouldn’t forget about me no matter how far away I was. All that romantic stuff.”

  “I won’t forget about you, and I’ll be right there by your side. Like now.”

  Keith had been looking at the dense Georgia woods lining the road as he spoke, but now dared to turn to his friend and smile his appreciation. There were tears in his eyes.

  “Hell, buddy! There’s no use in letting it get to you. How about if we park somewhere and fuck our miseries away? Now that you don’t have a boyfriend anymore, I can hit on you without feeling like a home-wrecking asshole.”

  Keith burst out laughing, then squealed with surprise and delight when Abe’s hand on his shoulder suddenly plunged into his lap and squeezed his crotch. “Don’t tease me, Abe! I’ve seen your cock, and I have to admit I’ve entertained a few fantasies about it!”

  “You have? Like what? A little sucking, a little fucking? A little of both? A lot of both?”

  Keith answered by thrusting his own hand into Abe’s lap and groping. He discovered a throbbing lump under the army khakis and dared to give it a good squeeze too.

  “We’re pulling over,” Abe shouted as they groped each other and whooped with laughter.

  He was a good driver. Even with one hand massaging Keith’s cock, and his buddy’s hand massaging his own swelling meat, he managed to pull off the dirt road and park the jeep under the sweeping branches of an oak tree that hid them from any view from the air. Rigorous training had taught them that much, along with the need for shade on the sunny afternoon.

  The moment the jeep screeched to a halt they went at it. Still laughing, Keith scrambled up to kneel in the passenger seat while Abe pulled himself up to stand above him in the driver’s seat. In the dappled shade, Abe’s sepia-brown skin glowed and his big dark eyes seemed to glitter. He smiled and winked as he unzipped his fly, then fished out his giant black dick. And it was a giant.

  Already stiff from just contemplating the outcome of their heart-to-heart conversation during the ride out ther
e, Abe’s meat rose up in a tower of quivering girth. Long and fat and lined with pulsing veins, it was more than a mouthful, but Keith didn’t even hesitate.

  Bowed red lips parted and a broad tongue came out to lap at the flared crown bobbing in the private’s face. His green eyes were intent on the target before him and he swooped in to surround the dark cockhead with those plump lips. He began stroking it with his tongue while slowly swallowing up inch after inch of the lengthy shaft.

  Abe’s hefty thighs shook as he gasped aloud. Staring down at the fair-haired private gurgling over his cock, he could hardly believe his good fortune. The dude was a muscular hunk and a real sweetheart too! He felt bad that things hadn’t gone well with Keith and his boyfriend, but it sure was working out for him. The wet suction engulfing his stiff meat had him shuddering from head to toe, and the sight of the private’s round ass rearing backward from his slim waist only increased his trembling excitement.

  He had to feel that butt. He’d been checking it out since their training started and now there was the distinct possibility it could be his for the taking! He leaned over and reached for it with both hands. Of course that action drove his cock deeper into Keith’s busy mouth but the private took it with ease. As those big paws gripped his asscheeks, the blond tore open his khakis and shoved them down to his knees.

  Abe grinned wickedly as he yanked down on Keith’s olive-green boxers and completed the strip job. “Hell yeah! What a sweet damn ass! Lily white and smooth as silk. Fuck! Spread your legs for me, Private!”

  The growled words in that deep voice spiked with nasty dirty talk had Keith scrambling to obey his buddy’s demand. He shoved his pants and skivvies farther down until they tangled in his boots. He spread his knees as far apart as possible to splay wide and offer up a tempting view of his deep white asscrack.

  The dark-skinned soldier hovering above laughed appreciatively as he gripped the full cheeks and spread them farther apart. He found himself staring at a pouting flushed hole in the center of that pale valley. The fingers of one hand slid into the open crack and down to that tempting slot. He grinned as he found it and began to stroke the wrinkled rim.

  Keith slobbered and gulped as he reared back into those teasing fingertips. His obvious pleasure intensified Abe’s own desires. He ran his fingers all over the rim and entrance and was delighted to see the hole push outward, then clench, then gape apart. Bent over with his pal’s face buried in his crotch, Abe was perfectly positioned to open his mouth and spit down into the splayed buttcrack.