Uprising - The Suspense Thriller Part 30

"Oh, f.u.c.k yeah, I'll do anything for that b.u.t.t."

Raider stood erect again, and keeping his back to Oth.e.l.lo, began dancing as if he were suddenly on stage with Chippendales. But all too quickly, he stopped, following it with a shy, embarra.s.sed laugh. "Just kidding," he said, covering his tracks.

"f.u.c.k no, baby, that's perfect, keep it up," Oth.e.l.lo pleaded. "Show me that body; show me that a.s.s."

Raider grabbed the back of his thighs and bent over as if he were a baseball catcher about to settle in behind home plate, giving Oth.e.l.lo a perfect shot of his pink supple hole.

"Man, that's incredible. I've never seen a more beautiful b.u.t.t."

Raider's ego was doing just fine. He kept rubbing his thighs and straightening and bending his legs to show off his b.u.t.tocks. Oth.e.l.lo could have stayed there and watched this for a month, but he was stroking his rubber-coated d.i.c.k and it was all set for Raider's virgin hole.

"You ready to have a seat?"

Without hesitation Raider turned around, faced Oth.e.l.lo and squatted down as Oth.e.l.lo lubed up his d.i.c.k.

"Go as slow as you need now, Raider. You control it."

The opening of Raider's hole found the tip of Oth.e.l.lo's head. Cautiously, Raider lowered his ma.s.sive body down, his face staring at Oth.e.l.lo and antic.i.p.ating discomfort. Oth.e.l.lo felt his head drive up inside as Raider's eyes popped open and rolled toward the ceiling. He stayed that way for a few seconds, then looked down toward Oth.e.l.lo and began lowering himself some more.

"I don't know if I can do this," he said.

"Go at your own pace."

With one hand, Raider reached around and grabbed Oth.e.l.lo's d.i.c.k, guiding it up and through his ca.n.a.l and lowering himself even morea"too soon, Oth.e.l.lo thought as he suddenly felt the ecstasy of pa.s.sing the opening of Raider's a.n.u.s.

"Oh, G.o.d," Raider screamed in a hushed tone, his breathing short and full of panic.

"Breathe," Oth.e.l.lo commanded him, holding Raider's knees. "Slow, deep breaths."

Raider did as he was told, his breathing becoming calmer and calmer as the seconds pa.s.sed.

"Oh, G.o.d," he started to say. "This is...."

He sat the rest of the way down on Oth.e.l.lo's d.i.c.k, taking in a gigantic breath, his back arching toward the ceiling.

"That's it, baby," Oth.e.l.lo said calmly. "Relax now, deep breaths."

Raider looked on the verge of bolting off, but like a trooper, he remained seated, his eyes wide and full of fear and wonder, his whole being trying to take this all in. "Man, oh, man," he said with a smile. As the minutes pa.s.sed, he relaxed more and more and began to move his a.s.s over Oth.e.l.lo's hips. "It gets better, huh?" He inadvertently squeezed Oth.e.l.lo's c.o.c.k with his sphincter muscles. "Oh, G.o.d," he cried, ever-so-slightly lifting his a.s.s up and down. "s.h.i.+t!" Next, he lifted himself up several inches, then back down again. "Oh, f.u.c.k!" Then, after several more times, Raider was riding Oth.e.l.lo and feeling only ecstasy. "f.u.c.k yeah! Oh, man! Oh, f.u.c.k! Oh, yeah! So this is what it's like getting f.u.c.ked, huh?"

"No." Oth.e.l.lo grabbed Raider by the back of his thighs, anda"keeping his d.i.c.k insidea"rolled Raider onto his back and rotated their bodies so that now Oth.e.l.lo was the one on top. "This is what it's like getting f.u.c.ked," Oth.e.l.lo said, then grabbed Raider's legs, which were high in the air, and started plowing his a.s.s.

Raider seemed to love this position even more. His moaning and groaning returned to the familiar pleasurable sounds of earlier, accompanied by grunts with each thrust of Oth.e.l.lo's c.o.c.k. To Oth.e.l.lo's surprise, Raider kept eye contact, his face still devoid of any sign of regret. Oth.e.l.lo stared back and their eyes remained fixed on each other as he pounded away at Raider's a.s.s. He tried all different kinds of rhythms, slow and steady, fast and furious, all the way out save the last half inch, then all the way back in until his curly black p.u.b.es slammed against the pale white skin between Raider's b.a.l.l.s and a.s.s. Raider seemed to love those thrusts the most, grunting so loud Oth.e.l.lo wondered about the neighbors. But he wasn't about to stop for a condo a.s.sociation or anybody else in the District of Columbia. He had his man. His man had him. They had each other. Finally, they had each other.

Oth.e.l.lo even decided that he wasn't going to come. Instead, he would f.u.c.k Raider all night long until the man from Nantucket would be forever hooked on the pleasures of taking it up the a.s.s. To that end, the fact that Oth.e.l.lo had already come once helped. The double coating of rubbers helped even more. He also decided to stroke Raider periodically, but not to the point of bringing him to climax. The plan failed, however, when after a while, Raider's hips began bucking wildly and his rock-hard d.i.c.k began to shoot long powerful jets of c.u.m without a hand being near it. The load was thick and plentiful, dousing Raider's chest, neck, stomach and p.u.b.es, making it seem as though he hadn't e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed in weeks. As he did, his grunts were powerful and unrelenting, his whole body shaking violently with each shot.

Eventually, his noises were reduced to whimpers and all of him collapseda"except for his a.s.s, which suddenly grew tense. Trying to be as gentle as possible, Oth.e.l.lo pulled out. Still, Raider flinched and grimaced in agony as the first d.i.c.k ever inside him left him.

After Oth.e.l.lo dismounted, Raider sank into the bed, his being drained of all energy, the rivers of c.u.m starting to sprout tributaries that ran down his body and toward the bed. Nowhere near exhausted, Oth.e.l.lo sat on his knees above his lacrosse legend and took in the sight of the only man he ever loved, after the loving, drenched with s.e.m.e.n and sweat. It was art, he decided, but interactive art. He bent over and devoured every ounce of c.u.m he could find, in Raider's pubic hair, on the tip of Raider's d.i.c.k, on his stomach and chest and even the splattering on his neck. The taste wasn't as sweet as Oth.e.l.lo had hoped, but he gulped it down anyway. It was nectar from the G.o.ds. It was his man's. It was now Oth.e.l.lo's, forever a part of him.

"I never thought it would be like this," Raider moaned when Oth.e.l.lo ran his tongue over his neck, mopping up the last bits of j.i.s.m.

"Is that a thumbs up or down?" Oth.e.l.lo asked, removing the two condoms and lying on top of Raider so that their faces were inches apart. The only answer Raider gave was a breath somewhere between a scoff and a laugh.

"Thumbs up or down?" Oth.e.l.lo repeated, resting his head on Raider's chest.

Raider grabbed Oth.e.l.lo by the shoulders, lifted him up and placed him at Raider's side. "It's been a loooooong day, Oth.e.l.lo."

"Been a long three months."

Raider let out a small groan in agreement. "What do you say we get some sleep?" He placed his arm around Oth.e.l.lo's shoulder and snuggled deeper into the bed.

"Mmm," Oth.e.l.lo murmured, keeping one arm draped across Raider's chest. "Sleep is good." And with that, he didn't utter another word. For with Raider's arm around him, their naked bodies falling asleep as one, this was paradise. And, as Raider had said, it was late. No need to disturb paradise any time soon.

AS RAIDER FOUGHT to keep the early morning sunlight from invading the darkness underneath his eyes, he heard an unmistakably familiar sound that jolted him wide awake and reminded him: yes, he was back in DC and last night hadn't been a dream. The sound was coming from the driveway. It was his ex-wife Adele's loud and obnoxious old Blazer. She was probably with the kid, too, and the last thing his ex or his boy needed to see was a naked black man in his bed. He removed Oth.e.l.lo's arm from his chest, darted out of bed and grabbed the pair of jeans from the sofa chair next to the dresser, moving swiftly enough to answer the door before they had a chance to ring the bell.

"Well, well," Adele said. "Mr. Dixon wasn't lying. You're back."

"Daddy!" Brian cried from down below. He leaped at his father and hugged him around the waist, causing Raider to stagger back from the door, which gave Adele a chance to step inside. Even though it was the crack of dawn, she was already dressed to draw attention, her pet.i.te body bursting out of her black and gold aerobics leotard, her slender face in full makeup, her long brunette hair bouncing off her shoulders as if she'd just taken the curling iron to it.

"It's been a long three months," she said, her voice full of disdain. "When Mr. Dixon called me this morning and said he saw you coming in last night, I said: This kid needs to see his father and vice versa. Even if Daddy wasn't back all alone."

The first of many digs, Raider knew. His boy was still holding onto his waist. He carried Brian, Jr., into the living room. "Hey, son, look at youa"it's not what you think, Adelea"I think you've grown a whole foot taller. You sure you're only eight and not fifteen or sixteen?"

"Yes." Brian, Jr., threw his head back and laughed, his long whitish blond locks falling toward the floor.

"Mr. Dixon said two shadowy figures came in." Adele c.o.c.ked her head toward the hallway leading to the bedrooms. "At separate times, too."

"Adele." Raider nodded his head toward the kid and made a mental note to never again have the old widower Dixon look after his place when he was out of town.

"So he was right," she said. "Tell me: is it still here or did you send it on its way in the wee hours of the morning?" She started toward the hallway. "Maybe I should peek in anda""

"Don't, Adele." He sat Brian, Jr., down on the sofa. "Glad to see you son, and your mom."

She stopped and eyed him with that superior look she always used. "You don't mind if I check and see if Brian left the Blue Ranger in your bedroom." She started toward the hallway again.

"Adele!" Raider warned in a voice he hoped was threatening to her but not his son.

"We can't find it anywhere," she said. "I bet it's in your beda"" Just as she was about to step into hallway, Oth.e.l.lo emerged. He was wearing Raider's oversized white terrycloth robe and mumbling as if he'd just woken up and was unaware there was company.

"Raider, I couldn't find an extra toothbrush in the guest bedroom so I wasa"oh, I'm sorry, I didn't realizea"I'm sorry."

"Not a problem," said Raider.

For the first time in Raider's memory, Adele shut up. Brian was just as speechless, only he stood up and moved toward Oth.e.l.lo with his mouth wide open in awe.

"I was trying to find a toothbrush in the guest bedroom, a bit cold in there last night." Oth.e.l.lo wrapped his arms around himself as if remembering the s.h.i.+vers. Raider flashed him a knowing, appreciative smile.

"Mom," Brian said when he was two feet away from Oth.e.l.lo. "This isa""

"I know who it is, honey. Don't crowd the Oth.e.l.lo, I mean, the man."

"It's okay," Oth.e.l.lo said, then bent down to Brian, remembering how Raider had once mentioned that his kid was a big fan. "You must be Brian, Jr. You're daddy's been my personal trainer for the last few months and he's told me so much about you."

"You know my dad?"

"Well, of course," said Oth.e.l.lo. "He invited me here last night and I stayed in your bedroom. I hope you don't mind."

"No," Brian, Jr., said emphatically.

Oth.e.l.lo rose up again. "And you must be Brian's mother. h.e.l.lo." He stepped toward her and they shook hands.

"Raider didn't tell me he was going to be meeting celebrities out there," she stammered.

Oth.e.l.lo looked at Raider. "The man from Nantucket has a way of being full of surprises."

Raider cleared his throat, his eyes growing a tad nervous. "Oth.e.l.lo had to be in town yesterday. He got in late and I suggested the extra bedroom instead of a hotel."

"Dad, can I have my One Nation CD now?" asked Brian. Suddenly Raider remembered the promise made right before he left for LA, the promise that he'd listen to Oth.e.l.lo's alb.u.m and give it to his son if the lyrics were straight-friendly. Seemed like a lifetime ago.

"Is that your CD of my alb.u.m I saw in your dad's room?" Oth.e.l.lo asked Brian.

"Yes, Dad said I had to wait before he gave it to me."

"Wait?" Oth.e.l.lo glanced at Raider with a knowing smile. "Wait for what?"

Brian shrugged. "To make sure it's okay for kids."

"Well, if it's all right with your daddy, now," said Oth.e.l.lo, "if he thinks it's not objectionable, I'll autograph it for you."

Full of hope, Brian pulled a thick green neon pen from his pants pocket.

Raider hesitated, then said: "It's in the bedroom. I'll get it."

"No, you stay here," Oth.e.l.lo said, then indicated himself and Brian. "We'll get it. I'm sure Mommy and Daddy need a second to talk." When both parents remained silent, Oth.e.l.lo took it for a yes, and he and Brian headed toward the bedroom and the CD.

"Why didn't you tell me about this?" Adele said when she was alone with Raider.

"As always, you were too busy a.s.suming the worst."

"I always a.s.sume you've got your pants around your ankles for some bimbo, yes."

"Just trying to keep up with you and the Redskins, darling."

"Oh, that's nothing compared to you and those two waitresses, Panty-Raider, dear. What were their names? s.l.u.t and Double-s.l.u.t?"

There wasn't time for more because Oth.e.l.lo and Brian emerged from the bedroom. "And that's why I call it One Nation," Oth.e.l.lo was saying, "because the whole world should be one big nation that cares for each other."

"This is so cool," Brian said, holding the CD as if it were now his most prized possession.

"Brian," Raider said, "we don't want to bother Oth.e.l.lo too much. He's a very busy man and your mom has to go."

"He was hoping to spend some time with his dad while I teach my early morning fat-burner cla.s.s."

"I'm not really back yet," Raider said. "I just popped in and I'm popping right back out."

"Raider," she said in disbelief.

"A few more days, I promise." He held out his arms to his son. "So come here, give me a kiss." Disappointed, Brian gave his father a lifeless peck on the cheek.

So there is another male whom he loves and kisses, Oth.e.l.lo thought.

"And tell Oth.e.l.lo good-bye and nice meeting you."

"Good-bye and nice meeting you," Brian said obediently.

"And I'll see you and Mommy real soon, Scout's honor."

After they said their good-byes and the door was shut behind him, Raider breathed the biggest sigh of relief of his life and collapsed on the sofa.

"Thank you," he said to Oth.e.l.lo. "Talk about disasters. That could have been my very own personal t.i.tanic."

"I've got no interest in hurting your family, especially your son. He seems as wonderful as his dad."

"Thanks just the same."

Oth.e.l.lo went over to the sofa and began ma.s.saging Raider's bare shoulders. "But if you'd like to show me your grat.i.tude, I'll allow you to do that right here and now." He bent over to nibble on Raider's neck. "Or in the bedroom, I'm easy." He slid his hand down Raider's chest toward his crotch.

"Oth.e.l.lo." Promptly, Raider removed the hand. "Last night...last night was last night."

"And?" Oth.e.l.lo said, tasting a few strands of Raider's hair.

"Well, it was a one-time thing." Raider s.h.i.+fted uneasily, moving farther down the sofa. "I'm still who I am."

Oth.e.l.lo extended his reach and combed Raider's hair with his fingers. "And I still want to taste this incredible body of yours."

"We can't. Ever again." Once again, Raider removed Oth.e.l.lo's hand. "I'm not saying I regret it. It's just that...last night was last night."

Oth.e.l.lo stood and walked toward the fireplace. "And now?"

Silence.

"I don't have to have all of you all of the time, Raider. Couldn't we just share what we shared some of the time, when you're in the mood for some serious male bonding?"

Raider shook his head, then threw his hands in the air, emphasizing the futility of it all. "Oth.e.l.lo, how are we gonna do that?"