Drug Lords and Love MxM (Staten Krown)

1

He pushed it in me.
I know this is a stupid way to start a story but you got to give me a chance ok. I promise it is important to the story. Stick with me ok. First things first. My name was Christian and what I was doing right now was right. I am well aware of that. Before my story is over you may think I'm dumb as hell. You may think I'm an idiot but don't judge me just yet
Put yourself in my shoes.
Imagine this...
"Jesus."
His dick was bigger than I had remembered. Each time we had sex it felt like his dick grew. We were fucking yes. I mean why else would another guy's dick be in me right? It was kind of self explanatory at this point. Trust me the fuck was good. The fuck was always BOMB. His name was Ant but that was just a nickname. Trust me there was NOTHING small about this guy.
"You like it don't you?"
"Yes."
"Call me daddy."
I rolled my eyes. Ant always had a this thing about power. It was never really a turn on for me. Between that and his manly grunting it felt like I was just a piece of meat a lot of the times. I had to admit the sex was good but sometimes I wondered. Were we always just having sex? Why come he never took it slow? Why come he never made love to me?
"Daddy! Daddy. Can I have a turn?"
There was a pause. Awkward! Ok...
"Wait you want to fuck me?"
"I never got to."
He laughed a little bit. Ant was beautiful. He was my age but tended to look a little bit older. His body was on point at all. He had hair on his chest and and a full goatee. He was bald by choice. I loved to rub that little bald head of his.
I was shocked when Ant agreed. He still seemed to want to take control though. He always wanted to take control. He pulled his dick out of me and threw me on the bed. The sheets were clean and we were about to dirty them all up.
My dick was already hard when he sat on it. He pushed his fat ass on me and let out the biggest moan I had ever heard. I was sure Ant had never been fucked before. I had been playing with his ass for weeks now however getting him ready. Hell yeah I was preparing him. I had been meaning to ask him. I was just waiting for the right time. Now was the right time. He was all worked up and horny after fucking me for so long. He'd be able to take it.
"How's that feel?" He asked me.
"You're SO TIGHT!"
I was only half complaining. The other half was enjoyment. It was pure enjoyment. He started to ride me once he got comfortable. He started to rock back and forth. His waist was so small. His ass was so tight.
"Yeah is it good?"
"Yeah..."
"Damn I can't keep doing this man. I'm going to cum."
"Cum on me...cum on me."
It happened quickly. His hands were jerking off his dick. His face got intense all of a sudden and then he shot his load. It was a lot. The sticky man juice went all over my face and my chest.
"Fuck I love you," I said.
I regretted it immediately. I did love him. I think a part of me always loved Ant. We had known each other for too long. He just looked at me. He opened his mouth as though he was about to say it back. For a minute I thought he was going to say it back. He even started to announce the words but he stopped instead. He just smiled and leaned forward to start kissing me.
You would think him nutting would have stopped him but no. He kept going. He kept riding me. It wasn't the nut that stopped him. It the sound of the alarm downstairs going off.
FRONT DOOR OPEN echoed throughout the house.
"Oh shit," Ant said jumping off of me.
"What. Who is it?"
"Who do you think it is?" he asked, "Shit!"
I didn't have the chance to get dressed.
"You said she wasn't going to be home until later."
"Clearly she got off early. You need to go."
"How?"
"Out the window?"
"Ant—you got to be fucking jokin' kid. I'm not about to jump out of no goddam window Ant. There is no way in hell."

So that was my life. I told you it was important. Ant was married. His wife had come home early. I felt like an idiot jumping out the window, running in the streets, with dried cum on my face, half dressed, with a semi hard dick.
This was my life. This was the life of a DL dude. I was in the closet. I had known Ant for years even before his wife and we had always been in the closet together.
There were so many other things about this whole experience that made me feel like an idiot besides the fact that I was in love with a married man. Before I knew it I was texting my best friend Shorty to come pick me up.
The thing about Shorty was that he was always there for me. It was the nighttime and we damn sure didn't stay in a good side of town. I couldn't believe I was just on the street corner like some trash that had gotten thrown away. I couldn't believe I had found myself in this position...again. He always found a way to get me and when he saw me on the street corner he knew exactly what it was before I even said anything. I had climbed in the passenger seat of his Honda Accord.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk..." Shorty said.
"Shut up ok."
Shorty wasn't short. His real name was Shawn but everyone called him Shorty because back in the day he used to be really Shorty but he had a growth spurt really late in his life. Now he stood at 6 foot 2 inches. He was even taller than me. Shorty was handsome. He was mixed black and white with really curly hair. Even though I was a barber he never would let me touch it really. He liked his hair to grow out wild and crazy. To tell the truth I kind of liked it too.
"You know it's not safe to be out here right? I mean, I know you ain't dumb Christian. Why do you act so dumb sometimes."
"I don't judge you. I don't judge you when you do stupid shit right? It's not like you are some goddam saint ok Shorty?" I said shaking my head and putting my feet up on the dashboard, "Fuck I can't stand your ass sometimes."
"Get your fucking feet down," Shorty said slapping them down and then turning to me, "The difference between you and me is I don't fuck married men."
Shorty was DL too. It was easy to be in the closet when only a few people knew about you. We had another friend named Penny. Penny was the local fag hag and wanted us to come out of the closet and be some flaming queers so bad. Shorty wasn't feminine and neither was I however. We were just two regular dudes that happened to be gay and didn't want anyone to know about it.
"It's not men. It's one man."
"Mr. A huh? Who is this guy? What's the big secret?"
Shorty didn't know everything about me. Like I said...my love life was complicated. You had no idea just how complicated it all was but we'll get into that shortly.
"Why do you always try to force it out of me. Is it important who he is?"
"Yes...you're so in love with this guy. Why won't you tell me who he is?"
I stared out the window. We were almost at my house. I knew Shorty meant well but him getting in my business was probably some of the most annoying moments I had. He looked over at me. He continued to talk. This time he seemed a lot less aggressive. He was being more passive. I hated when he talked to me like this. He was talking soft like he was treating some wounded fucking bird. I hated when he tried to baby me.
"You are an attractive guy. You know that. You're all pretty and shit..."
I rolled my eyes, "You know I hate when people call me pretty Shorty. What the fuck is that supposed to mean. I'm a man."
"You're a pretty boy. Admit it," he said shaking his head, "Regardless that isn't the point. I'm not going to keep bothering you and asking you about who this Mr. A guy is that you have been so obsessed with. All I'm saying is that you can do better."
"Better like what?"
"How will you know if you don't let anyone in?" Shorty asked.
He was right. I knew he was right. I remembered how I told Ant that I loved him. I remembered how he just ignored me and kissed me instead. As soon as his wife came into the picture he just ran.
There were levels to this.
"It's complicated."
Shorty shook his head, "It's always complicated with you."
He had no idea how complicated it was. The fact is Shorty knew Ant. They were actually really close. We were all close at one point. We had all grown up together and from time to time I knew Shorty still hung around Ant. The thing was Shorty had NO idea that Ant was into boys. He said back in the day that he may have thought so but he never confirmed and kind of dismissed the idea when Ant got married.
I told you things were complicated....
"I guess I love being tragic," I stated.
I couldn't help it. I couldn't' help how I felt about Ant. I knew I couldn't. It had been going on for 8 years. I was fifteen when I had first met Ant and fifteen when we started messing around and sneaking around places. 8 years later I was still in the same place. 8 years later I was still fucking jumping out of windows and telling him how much I cared about him when he continued to play me.
Shorty knew I had a lot on my mind. I could tell by how he sighed in the next minute.
"Come out with me and Penny tonight."
"Where?"
"A club man."
"You know I don't do the club thing. Besides I'm broke."
"You're always BROKE!"
I shook my head. I sighed. He was right about that.
"I haven't had any clients lately."
"I'll pay for you..."
"Shorty you know I don't like to take things."
"Well you need to. You need to accept love and maybe that's why you're so fucked up. Mr. A isn't giving it to you. Maybe it's time you put yourself out there to find it from someone else. Just come out. If you are having a bad time we'll leave. I promise. We'll go hide in a dive bar and we'll let you cry about how complicated your love life is."
I sighed.
I would have said no. If I hadn't just had to jump out of a window I wouild have said no. The fact is I did have to jump out of a window. The fact is I wasn't going to keep playing the back burner for a married man. I had to get out there. I had to live my own life.