Disclaimer: Although I do write quite often, it is usually in Rap or Poem form. I am attempting a few novels. This is my first time posting a story on JUB. Be nice. I hope you like it. By the way...it is based on a true story.
The room was dark, quiet, except for the soft moaning sounds coming from the queen sized bed in the middle of the room. From the corner a cacophony of soft violins could be heard emanating from the stereo. The subtle scent of vanilla wafted over the room. The two men on the bed seemed like acrobats in the way they intertwined themselves with each other. They were so enveloped in each other that they did not notice the young woman passing the window and entering the house...on the way to the room that they were in. As soon as the woman entered the room one of the men shuddered as he climaxed for the fourth time. Then at the same exact moment...both the young woman and the young man screamed at the same time, the name of the third man. "Tyrone!" But in very different tones.
A dark room. A metal table with two chairs on opposite sides of it. An interrogation room. The Lieutenant on one side, a middle aged, hard bodied Caucasian man, still in his prime, he wore a dark suit, his eyes green, his hair red. His name was Mikael Kelly. On the other end was a somewhat smallish half black, half Puerto Rican, he was muscular, he also had green eyes, but his hair was black...and to his waist. He was wearing the blue of Puerto Rican prison uniforms.
Mikael spoke,
"Tell me how this all happened...start from the beginning."
Daemyon responded,
"Well I suppose it all started when Kris broke up with me:
"I was pissed, livid, fuming... How could he dump me now? How could he dump me at all? Our anniversary was near, so was my birthday...and to think, he left me for my ex. What kind of bullshit is that? Well before I start killing people and destroying things, I should call Tyrone. Of course you already know Tyrone...You have spent the last three years looking for him. However, I have known Tyrone for 12 years, and for that long I have loved him. Any time either of us had a problem, we would call the other...it was a pact, we would always be there for each other."
Mikael,
"He isn't here for you now."
Daemyon,
"So it seems... Anyhow, I called him and he was at my house within the hour. Now at the time I was still under the impression he was a heterosexual, but he didn't mind holding me or taking care of me or allowing me to do the same for him. So I told him the story he wasn't caught up on about Kris, he told me not to worry about it, he would handle it. So I didn't worry."
Mikael,
"You didn't wonder what he meant by "taking care of it"?
Daemyon,
"No, I already knew. And before you ask, No it didn't bother me at all. I always knew what he did. I have always had a fascination with the bad."
Daemyon and Tyrone were riding in the back of a limo through the middle of downtown New York City.
Tyrone,
"Now, aren't you happy that Kris is gone? He so was not worth this trip, your new boyfriend is much better, everyone is meeting us at the show right?"
Daemyon,
"Well you were right about me finding a better man, as usual...And yes, they are meeting us on Broadway. Coincidentally, there is someone that you may be interested in, I know she will like you."
Tyrone,
"I honestly wish you would stop trying to set me up. sighs It’s ridiculous."
Daemyon,
"I honestly wish you would stop trying to fight it, It’s ridiculous...all the women you pick are, well, bitches."
The car stopped and the driver got out to open the door. Tyrone, a six-foot-four, African-American, with brown eyes and short braids stepped out. He was the color of coffee and he walked like a gazelle. He wore a white three piece suit. Directly behind him emerged the five-foot-six, caramel colored Daemyon. He wore a three piece, purple, trench tuxedo. Outside of the theatre a group of about 12 people awaited their arrival. The young and sexy Brazilian Almieda took the arm of his man Daemyon, kissed him and they led the way as Daemyon motioned Tyrone towards a petite, Asian woman in an electric blue dress.
Tyrone was making his way towards the room of his new acquaintance while Daemyon was in the arms of his protective boyfriend as they made their way to their hotel room. Almi began to undress Daemyon, slowly and sensually, as soon as he got down to just his boxers and his socks, Almi stood up and turned on some slow sexy music and began to dance as he took of his suit. Daemyon was watching intently as his man rolled his body around the room and came to be nude and laying on top of Daemyon. Almi began to lick and kiss Daemyon starting with his lips and working himself slowly to his cock as he began to suck it passionately Tyrone snuck into the room quietly and sat in a corner watching.
Almi removed Daemyon's boxers and began to finger him as he continued to suck him. Daemyon began to thrash in pleasure, moaning softly. Almi then got up and eased himself down on Daemyon's member, beginning to ride him slowly. Daemyon then flipped Almi over and began to bang him harshly...they were both moaning loudly. As they quieted down they could hear Tyrone in the corner who was stroking himself gently. Tyrone stood up removing the rest of his clothing quickly and entering Daemyon gently from behind. Daemyon moaned loudly and continued his fierce stroke into Almi. The three of them released at the exact same moment and laid with each other lovingly stroking and caressing each other until the three were asleep.
Early the next morning the three men were still passed out due to the alcohol and their vigorous workout. They were all holding each other in their sleep. The door opened, six police officers entered and woke the three on the bed. the chief police officer walked up to the end of the bed and said,
"You are under arrest."
Call Tyrone
The room was dark, quiet, except for the soft moaning sounds coming from the queen sized bed in the middle of the room. From the corner a cacophony of soft violins could be heard emanating from the stereo. The subtle scent of vanilla wafted over the room. The two men on the bed seemed like acrobats in the way they intertwined themselves with each other. They were so enveloped in each other that they did not notice the young woman passing the window and entering the house...on the way to the room that they were in. As soon as the woman entered the room one of the men shuddered as he climaxed for the fourth time. Then at the same exact moment...both the young woman and the young man screamed at the same time, the name of the third man. "Tyrone!" But in very different tones.
Three Months Earlier
A dark room. A metal table with two chairs on opposite sides of it. An interrogation room. The Lieutenant on one side, a middle aged, hard bodied Caucasian man, still in his prime, he wore a dark suit, his eyes green, his hair red. His name was Mikael Kelly. On the other end was a somewhat smallish half black, half Puerto Rican, he was muscular, he also had green eyes, but his hair was black...and to his waist. He was wearing the blue of Puerto Rican prison uniforms.
Mikael spoke,
"Tell me how this all happened...start from the beginning."
Daemyon responded,
"Well I suppose it all started when Kris broke up with me:
"I was pissed, livid, fuming... How could he dump me now? How could he dump me at all? Our anniversary was near, so was my birthday...and to think, he left me for my ex. What kind of bullshit is that? Well before I start killing people and destroying things, I should call Tyrone. Of course you already know Tyrone...You have spent the last three years looking for him. However, I have known Tyrone for 12 years, and for that long I have loved him. Any time either of us had a problem, we would call the other...it was a pact, we would always be there for each other."
Mikael,
"He isn't here for you now."
Daemyon,
"So it seems... Anyhow, I called him and he was at my house within the hour. Now at the time I was still under the impression he was a heterosexual, but he didn't mind holding me or taking care of me or allowing me to do the same for him. So I told him the story he wasn't caught up on about Kris, he told me not to worry about it, he would handle it. So I didn't worry."
Mikael,
"You didn't wonder what he meant by "taking care of it"?
Daemyon,
"No, I already knew. And before you ask, No it didn't bother me at all. I always knew what he did. I have always had a fascination with the bad."
A Year Ago
Daemyon and Tyrone were riding in the back of a limo through the middle of downtown New York City.
Tyrone,
"Now, aren't you happy that Kris is gone? He so was not worth this trip, your new boyfriend is much better, everyone is meeting us at the show right?"
Daemyon,
"Well you were right about me finding a better man, as usual...And yes, they are meeting us on Broadway. Coincidentally, there is someone that you may be interested in, I know she will like you."
Tyrone,
"I honestly wish you would stop trying to set me up. sighs It’s ridiculous."
Daemyon,
"I honestly wish you would stop trying to fight it, It’s ridiculous...all the women you pick are, well, bitches."
The car stopped and the driver got out to open the door. Tyrone, a six-foot-four, African-American, with brown eyes and short braids stepped out. He was the color of coffee and he walked like a gazelle. He wore a white three piece suit. Directly behind him emerged the five-foot-six, caramel colored Daemyon. He wore a three piece, purple, trench tuxedo. Outside of the theatre a group of about 12 people awaited their arrival. The young and sexy Brazilian Almieda took the arm of his man Daemyon, kissed him and they led the way as Daemyon motioned Tyrone towards a petite, Asian woman in an electric blue dress.
Nine Hours Later
Tyrone was making his way towards the room of his new acquaintance while Daemyon was in the arms of his protective boyfriend as they made their way to their hotel room. Almi began to undress Daemyon, slowly and sensually, as soon as he got down to just his boxers and his socks, Almi stood up and turned on some slow sexy music and began to dance as he took of his suit. Daemyon was watching intently as his man rolled his body around the room and came to be nude and laying on top of Daemyon. Almi began to lick and kiss Daemyon starting with his lips and working himself slowly to his cock as he began to suck it passionately Tyrone snuck into the room quietly and sat in a corner watching.
Almi removed Daemyon's boxers and began to finger him as he continued to suck him. Daemyon began to thrash in pleasure, moaning softly. Almi then got up and eased himself down on Daemyon's member, beginning to ride him slowly. Daemyon then flipped Almi over and began to bang him harshly...they were both moaning loudly. As they quieted down they could hear Tyrone in the corner who was stroking himself gently. Tyrone stood up removing the rest of his clothing quickly and entering Daemyon gently from behind. Daemyon moaned loudly and continued his fierce stroke into Almi. The three of them released at the exact same moment and laid with each other lovingly stroking and caressing each other until the three were asleep.
Early the next morning the three men were still passed out due to the alcohol and their vigorous workout. They were all holding each other in their sleep. The door opened, six police officers entered and woke the three on the bed. the chief police officer walked up to the end of the bed and said,
"You are under arrest."
To Be Continued
Yea keep it going, thanks.
