I ask him how he like his lobster and he bob his head up and down, a goofy smile cracking that beautiful pale face. He all smeared with butter, greasy fingers pulling strings of sweet white meat apart between his teeth. His teeth big for such a narrow face, but they perfect. He look like a pony,and he be one, too,fine young pony, got them long legs, long neck, big wide forehead. He got a way of biting down on his lip and smiling big, make me hot all over. Got dimples, did I mention that? Even his chin got a dimple.
All a sudden I don’t like it here no more. Fuck the lobster, I’ll
buy him a ocean a lobster in a ocean a butter, just want to get him outta here,
somewhere flat on his back with music playing real soft and the lights low but
not so low he can’t see every inch a me coming down hard, spreading open
those angel wings wider than he imagine possible. I’m ready right now to
go swimming inside a him.
Plus, I don’t like the way they lookin us over, not that I ain’t used
to it. Don’t like my braids, don’t like my jewelry, don’t like
my money been used so much it thin like kleenex. But it money, and I got enough
to buy a ocean a lobster for this baby boy, he want it.
I stand up. He ask me what’s wrong and I tell him this place fucked up,
I ain’t feelin’ it, git yo shit we goin’.
I pull a wad out my pocket and toss it on the table, I don’t even look
I know it’s enough and then some. He don’t eat more’n two bites
of that lobster and I ain’t touch nothin’ on my plate. I been spending
this whole night can’t take my eyes off this cream angel, hair exactly
the color of bricks, that goddam smile I’m gonna lick the butter off every
tooth, tooth by tooth, then I’m gonna work my way down and I don’t
stop til he all moanin’ my name: Omar,Omar, oh Omar oh my god oh my god
Omar.
Damn, I hear it in my head like it really happening. Mmmmm - and I gotta git
out NOW. No sooner we hit the street than here come my ride, Big F none too
surprised to see me, hadn’t dropped us off not a deuce earlier and here
we be leavin’ already. Big F know me too well when it come to a honey,
specially when he a prize like Baby Boy.
I open the back door and he get right in, me behind him, sit real close. Soon
as I put my arm around him then we know what it gonna be tonight - do we gonna
need the rough stuff? twist his arms behind his back squeezing his wrists so
tight I feel his veins pumping scared blood, no man, please no man, what the
fuck what the fuck Big F turn up the radio real loud and we get busy right there,
over so soon ain’t nothing for us ever again but silence and teardrops
and maybe some bruises don’t go away for months. And he so brightskin maybe
the bruises never go away.
Then I know I can’t go there, not with this one. This one be different.
He don’t want it, I figure some other way to git it, but not like that.
So I let him shove over to the other side he want, but he don’t even. Soons
I get inside he leanin’ up on me Thank you Omar, never did one bite a lobster
taste so good and go so far, and we both laughin’. Big F turn his head,
say that so, musta been one big bite and we all laughin’.
Drive out to the crib, I say. Maybe we stop on the way get some burgers. That
make the honey crack his smile again and he get real cozy next to me, like he
cold. Like he don’t care Big F sitting right there see everything in the
rear view mirror.
Truth is, though, my dick be happy but maybe not me cuz I ain’t had a angel
in a while, and he like something I dreamed one night and now he right here.
I put my hand up in his head, grab me a handful of red curls- he got some damn
fine hair, soft and loose - I pull one of the kinks out between my fingers real
gentle and it’s a long motherfucker.
I know he a light-skinned brother, but he still a brother and I’m all doubtin’
that hair more so cuz I’m all up in it, you see where I’m comin’
from? You got more than a few slaveowners down your family tree baby boy I tell
him and he say, real quiet, you probly right, then he bite down on his lip,
like he thinking should he or shouldn’t he,and I guess he decide he should
because he take my other hand in his and play wit my fingers, and he’s
kinda slouched down so when he turn to me, he have to look up, and I press my
lips on his, real gentle like his mouth burned. I taste butter and even him
a little bit.
And then it like he wake up all of a sudden, he straighten his back and move
just a inch towards the door and I understand. He don’t want it in the
back of a beat-down ride,cruising the slum, he want the real thing with the
music and the soft light and Omar big dick sobbing real tears cuz he want dis
honey so bad. Baby Boy want Omar to work for his ass, and now I think I’m
in love.
BigF let us off outside the courtyard and say he gonna git those burgers, ya’ll
have fun.
So now it cocktail hour in the projects and a hunnert eyes is checking out this
whole new kinda nigger, even up close he look like a white boy, he dressed too
fine to be a junkie and ain’t no frat boys come all the way out here to
score. Then soons they see he with Omar, they mind they own bizness.
Speaking of which, I am a business man after all, I got to look out for mines,
even tho I gotta get this fine honey up to my crib ASAP. Like the song says
I got my mind on my money and my money on my mind 24/7. Even I be humping I
be thinkin’ about my next score, but still I hope this one make me forget
even a little while. If he do, then he really be a angel.
Mike and Paulie got one corner, Diddum and Leo got theirs. Every body where
they should be and the narcotics is movin’, the money be rollin’.
Nobody make a face they don’t want Omar to see, tho I can’t say they's
all happy to see me. And that make me know it all business as usual. I talk
to who I gotta talk to, and it’s a lotta information you understand? and
I’m so used to it I forget it’s a whole other way a talkin like in
code, and before long Baby Boy be gettin restless in such a way he wants me
to notice. So before I get mad and impatient, I gotta remind myself that this
honey no gangbanger, he a wanna be if even, maybe he a good boy from a good
home want a taste of something he don’t get every day.
I wave my hand at the junkies and the runners and they all scoot I don’t
even say a word, and now he know who he wit once and for all, Omar the Terror.
I guess that gets to him, cuz I see a look on his face say he gonna start talking
hisself out of it I don’t move faster than I be so far.
I put my hand in his back, underneath his coat, and push him up the walk towards
the stoop of my crib. He all lookin around, back to where BigF let us off, but
there ain’t no bus stops in Lexington Towers Baby Boy I want to tell him.
I know he got a cell, I been hearin’ the mother fucker vibrating since
the restaurant and I don’t have the heart to tell him no cab no matter
how fat the wad gonna come here on purpose.Y’okay? I ask him.
He laughs like it ain’t nuthin, but I know he scared now and I got regret
cuz I already decided no rough stuff, and I’m sticking to it. But I got
to git him up that stoop and through the door, then he be okay. He relax, cuz
it’s just him and Omar’s mouth all up in his fine hair, not Omar with
a iron stuck in his pants, and all this money money money on his mind. Maybe
he ain’t the type a hoodrat be turned on by the sight of a piece. Like
I said, maybe he ain’t a hoodrat at all.
So I got to get his mind on something else or I be lonely tonight.
By the time we reach my buildin I got my hand all the way inside his pants even
tho he got his belt cinched up pretty good. I gotta dig around a might just
to reach some skin, I don’t know what all he wearin in there, and finally
he let out a little grunt when my finger find the top of his crack.
Which make me really hustle him up the walkway. We get to my stoop, and there’s
just one boy on the crew, he got his hands full dragging a pair of pitbulls
away from the side, tryin to make a clear path for me and the honey to get inside.
These pits don’t get company on a reglar basis so Baby Boy’s new smell
is gettin em pretty riled up, they all whining and slobber comin’ out their
mouth, pullin’ hard on their chains, practically choking to death just
to get a sniff. Damn, I know how they feel.
The honey don’t take his eyes off them dogs till we all the way inside
got the door closed. We kinda wait there in the dark hallway, let him catch
his breath a might. After awhile we hear the neighborhood wake up again, music
start playin’ so loud somewhere nearby the door be shakin’.
My crib plain and simple. Ain’t nothin in the front room but a beat down
sofa and a ok stereo system from back in the day, tho I got wall to wall vinyl
and maybe a million cds. If he disappointed Omar don’t live like a lord
he got the sense not to show it. Matter of fact, before I even ask him what
he wanna listen to, he already helpin’ hisself to some records, so I go
in the kitchen, tell him maybe they some lobster in the fridge. That make him
laugh.
I hang in the kitchen a long time, sippin’ some oj and vodka, he listening
to raga and singin’ along. I guess it takes him a bit to figure out I be
waiting for him in there, but damn if he don’t still be wearin’ his
coat when he finally walk thru the door.
Y’all hungry I ask him, and he shakes his head no. Well, y’all cold
then, I say, mite impatient, and that gets the damn thing off.
He nods at the glass in my and and asks can he have one. I ask him how old is
he, I better make sure he legal, tho I know he barely legal if even for what
I have in mind cuz I run into him first time down in juvenile, checkin’
up on one of the little homies.
He say he 21 and I reach into his back pocket, pull out his wallet. Can I look,
I ask, and he shrug.
Got nuttin to hide, he say.
He ain’t got a driver’s license, got a libary card tho and a 20 dollar
bill.
You packin’ a little light these days, I say, don’t you mama give
you an allowance.
I make my own money he say, like he offended. I gotta job, he say.
Yeah, where you work Baby Boy?
I ain’t tellin’ you, you probably swing by get me fired.
Now why I do that?
He blushin’ now - you gotta see a light-skinned brother blush, make you
go all soft inside, I ain’t lyin - and he say: I don’t know.
He look down. Now he shy again.
I give him back his wallet, make him a drink same as mine, maybe a little stronger,
top mine off with juice.
Anyway, I say, y’all work with me,yo,you make more’n 20 bucks. Make
more’n 20 bucks a minute you work for me.
I know, he say.
Oh do you, I say. What you know?
I know you in the game.
I AM the game, I tell him, and he can’t argue with that.
He take a sip, make a face, take another sip. I take the glass away.
C’mon, I say, I’m gonna show you somethin’.
He follow me out the kitchen. I head upstairs to the bedroom.
He still followin', but not all the way. Maybe he shy again, cuz he just stand
in the doorway. I sit on the bed, start untying my shoelaces.
What’s the matter, you scairt? I ask him.
No.
Show me somethin’ then.
Thought you said you was gonna show me somethin’, he says.
Oh yeah, I did didn’t I, I say, okay, dis what I wanna show you.
Down go my zipper and out it pop, big and gettin bigger. Omar dick pointing
straight at him and he still standin there like he waitin for a bus.
What we gonna do about this? I say.
What you want me to do, he say, and his mouth so dry I can hear the words stick
to his lips.
This is getting ridiklis, so I lean back on my elbows and start doing myself.
Gettin’ a mite lonely here, I say. He moves on over to the bed and sits
down, not lookin at me, his hands in his lap. I start to say somethin, but he
lean down real quick and grabs me in his hand,puts his face down close and gives
my dick a little suck. His head bob up and down and it looks pretty good to
me with his head in my lap, but after a second I see the truth is this boy don’t
know what the hell he’s doin’.
Not like that, I say, put your tongue here - and I put my finger on my root,
pointing - and slide your tongue up and down here, I say - like a Big Stick.
Y’ain’t never lick a Big Stick?
He kinda smile, but not the way make him look so pretty, and all a sudden I’m
pissed off and I start to go soft, but he put his tongue right where I said
and licks all the way to the top. He move his tongue back down, then licks up
again, all raspy cuz his mouth be bone dry. He see my dick be leakin a mite
and he look up at me.
Maybe you need a jimmy, he say.
I nod my head at the pillows and he reaches over, finds the box with all my
sex shit, opens it up and digs around.
I pull myself up so my head be layin’ on the pillow, next to him.
Never mind that, I say. Take your clothes off.
He stands up and I grab his hand, pull him back to the bed. No, right here,
I say. I want to play with you.
He kicks off his shoes and sits on the bed, pulling off his sweater. He ain’t
wearin’a shirt underneath, and that gets me back in the mood. He barely
have nipples and what he do have are pink.
I lift myself up a little so I can unbuckle his belt and I yank it kinda ruff
thru the loops in his pants. His pants baggy enough so I can pull em down his
belly without unzipping em. He got kinks a red hair start in a little line right
under his belly button. I grab a handful of pants and drawers and pull down,
following that curly red line and I reach in wit my other hand to haul out his
dick.
From what I see so far, his skin all the color of popcorn, cept his dick is
darker like carmel. Maybe it’s just the blood, cuz it good and hard, skinny
like him,and long like him, too.
He gets his legs free of his pants and I don’t try to hide that I like
what I see. He all legs,and even they got that crazy red hair from his ankle
to his knees. His thighs nice and smooth, his balls packed tight between his
dick and the angle of his hips.
I ease him down onto his back,pulling his legs apart at the knees, bending him
wide open just like I been dreaming about since the first day I saw him.
Scooch down a mite, I tell him,and he do, which automatically lifts his butt
up just high enuf for me to slip a finger in. He hold my wrist, try to stop
me, but it’s me in charge now, so I grab both his hands and hold them down
by his sides. Same time I kiss his knee, then the other one, then I kiss him
just below his knee, then lower and lower until my lips are between his thighs
and my tongue be lickin up under his balls and in his crack. I let go his hands
and he holds onto my head. I grab him under the knees and fold him over himself,
and then my tongue’s inside a him, then it’s out and my teeth be nibbling
at the hairs around his asshole then I’m tonguin him again, hard and deep
and I’m sucking and his fingers be pullin at my braids and I hear him moanin
he sayin my name OMAR over and over.
He breathing ragged, pumpin his ass and me squeezing hard at his cheeks like
if I could fit them all into my mouth I would. I pull my face out long enough
to cover his dick with my mouth, and I suck him a bit.
Now he hissin, his head pulled all the way back. I see his Adam’s apple
bobbing and the veins in his neck stick out he got his jaw clamped so tight.
I spit a big wet wad into my hand, get me nice and slick, then shove one, two,
three fingers up into his asshole real quick. He give a loud yelp,try to move
his ass away. But I ain’t havin it, my mouth and my other hand be holdin’
him firm and my fingers be pumpin’ pumpin’ away and he shoutin my
name now, two, three times, then he go straight as a board, suck in a breath
real hard and just like that he let go, his legs go limp and his asshole relaxes
around my fingers. I leave em in for a bit, feelin his flow, then I find some
kleenex with my free hand. Before he can look down and worry about what I be
doin, I wipe the shit off my fingers and what little bit there is in his crack.
I sit up, toss the kleenex into the waste basket clear across the room. Don’t
miss, neither, never do. He laugh, reaches down and wipes at my braids, rolls
something sticky and thick between his fingers. Guess he come on top my head.
I lay my face down on his belly, curl my body around so he can see my dick still
hard. I’ll give him a minute catch his breath. Then we gonna spread this
angel’s wings wide enough to let Omar all the way in.