Our Humble Little Dwelling

Chapter 1

A dark blue GMC Yukon pulled into the long driveway of a Tudor-style home. Once the SUV stopped and turned off, two male figures stepped out and walked up the three small steps to the hard oak front door with frosted glass. The man that was on the passenger side was lean, with olive skin, a long ebony mane, full lips, very light gray eyes, and a dancer’s grace. The man driving had a bit more of a muscular build, with beige mulatto skin, short and curly ebony hair, full lips, brown eyes, and a hot round ass.

“I had fun tonight.” The driver said to the passenger.

The smaller man smiled seductively. “So did I. I’m really hating that it has to end.”

“Well, maybe we can have part two of our date next time. Perhaps another night?”

The smaller man ran a manicured finger down the other man’s chest to the black leather belt around his waist. Then, he hooked his finger around the belt and pulled him up the next two steps, to stand directly in front of him. “Who says we can’t have part two right now?”

Unsure, the driver frowned at him thinking. “I don’t know. I may be a bit...overwhelming. You sure you think you can handle aaaallll of me?”

“I can take anything you send my way, baby. The question is,” His hand traveled down lower and grabbed the other man’s crotch, massaging firmly. He could feel the man had an impressive penis. “‘Can you handle ME?’”

The larger man wrapped one arm around the other’s waist, pulling him close to his body. Then sliding down south slowly, he surprised his soon-to-be lover when he quickly grabbed his ass, causing him to gasp. The look he gave the smaller man was totally predatory. “I guess we’re about to find out, aren’t we?” He smiled.

Almost as if someone fired off a starting gun, the smaller man wrapped his arms around the other’s shoulders, crushing his lips to his in a searing kiss. The man with the brown eyes lifted the olive-skinned man around his waist and passionately slammed him against the front door, pinning him. He licked, bit, and sucked at the moaning lover’s neck until a spot started to bruise on his smooth skin.

“Give me your keys.”

The smaller man couldn’t seem to find them fast enough.

***

Keith Agassi moaned lustfully as Vincent Banks held one side of his neck with one hand and kissed the other side, while frantically fucking him from behind. They were both only on their knees on the bed, Vincent’s strong body pressed hotly against Keith’s lean back. Their bodies were both rolling in sweat after being in coitus for well over and hour.

Keith laid one hand on Vincent’s pumping waist and the other around his neck to pull him in close for a kiss. “Do it faster.”

“However you want it.” Vincent panted. Not missing his rhythm, he pushed Keith down so he was on all fours, grabbed his slight hips, and pounded into him with lightening speed.

As soon as he was on his hands and knees, Keith felt Vincent hit his prostate gland four consecutive times. “Fuck!” He was on the verge of tears as his orgasm approached. Keith was a bit surprised by it all. With all the sexual partners he’d had in the past, none of them were good enough to get him off without stroking his erection. He started to buck against Vincent and Vince dropped his hands, letting Keith do his own thing for a while. He looked down and watched his lover getting off just bouncing on and off his cock. He had to admit, Keith was good. Really good. He groaned when Keith suddenly slowed his speed down. He would push back, burying him to the hilt, then pull forward, gripping the penis snuggly as he did so.

“Ah, shit!” Vincent smacked Keith’s ass with one hand, then grabbed it. Keith sighed then suddenly moaned, biting his bottom lip, when his partner grabbed hold of his hips again, brought him close to his groin, then rolled his hips in a grinding motion. Vincent’s real purpose for that was to prolong his orgasm, because Keith was going to make him come too soon and that’s not what he wanted. Vincent didn’t know what kind of man he was outside the bedroom, but inside he was very considerate and cuddly at times. He wanted Keith to come before he did, just so his lover wouldn’t have to hurry up and “get off” before Vincent’s prick became too flaccid.

Once the overwhelming feeling passed, he started again. This time, with long and strong strokes, that sent Keith surging forward. “Vincent! I’m…I’m gonna….” Before he could get the words out, Keith’s orgasm came. His body went taut and his eyes squeezed shut as pleasures surged through his body like a lightening strike.

Vincent felt the sudden tightening around his dick and he took his opportunity. Quickening his strokes to short and fast, he too reached an orgasm, arching his back and making a loud groan. Jet after jet of hot sperm filled the condom. He leaned over and kissed Keith’s winded back a few times before he grabbed hold of the condom and slowly pulled out of Keith with a low, wet, ‘pop’.

Keith collapsed on to the bed then immediately rolled over to his back so Vincent could kiss him. After minutes of gentle kisses, Keith pulled his new lover into the bathroom in the hall. Turning on the shower head, they both stepped inside and under the warm spray of water. Keith grabbed a washcloth and started to pour liquid soap into it, but Vincent grabbed the cloth from him.

“No.”

“What is it?” Keith asked confused.

“That’s my job.”

“…”

“All things people care for the most must be maintained in order for it to function properly.” He slowly ran a slow hand down the side of his lover’s back and rested it right above this curve of his backside. “I’m going to be the one that makes love to this beautiful body regularly, so I feel it’s my responsibility to maintain it.” He kissed him softly then whispered in his ear, “So it functions properly.”

They smiled at each other for a moment, sharing a special connection only true lovers experience, then Keith handed Vincent the bottle of soap. “Can you stay the night?” Keith asked, closing his eyes momentarily as Vincent ran the now soapy washcloth over his sated skin.

“If you want me to.”

“I want you to.”

“Then I will.”

***

After their shower together, the now totally relaxed couple crawled into bed together. Laying on their sides, Keith wrapped his arms around Vincent’s neck and he wrapped his around Keith’s waist. They were both being lulled to sleep by the clean smells of Axe’s “Touch” body wash, when the phone rang.

*Ring! Ring! Ring!*

“Ain’t that a bitch.” Vincent murmured.

Keith sighed, turning on his other side to check the caller ID on his house phone. “Payphone? Who’s calling me at a payphone?” He pressed TALK. “Hello?”

“Keith?” A very shaky male voice asked on the phone.

“Yes. Who is this?”

“It’s….me… Kyle.” Keith could barely hear what was being said from all the sobs.

“Kyle? What the hell are you doing at a payphone at 2:00 in the morning?”

“I just….I had t-to….g-get out of….t-that house. I c-couldn’t—“

“What’s happened, Kyle? Why are you crying?” Keith was now sitting up on the edge of the bed. Vincent had propped himself up on an elbow, now worried about what was going on.

“Daddy c-came h-home…..drunk and he….he attacked m-me in m-my sleep.” He cried.

Keith sighed. *Again?* “Where are you?”

“At t-the C-Corner Mart.”

“Don’t go anywhere, you hear me? I’m coming to get you.”

“Okay.”

Keith hung up the phone and Vincent could see, from the back of him, his lover droop in disgust. “What happened?”

“My cousin, Kyle. He called me crying, saying his father attacked him while he was sleeping. He was in another one of his drunken stupors.” Keith kicked back the sheets and stood up, walked towards his closet. “I have to go get him.”

Vincent jumped out of bed too. “I’ll go with you.”

Keith turned around. “No. No. I couldn’t ask you to do that. I don’t want you to get involved in my family’s foolishness.”

“I don’t mind, really. And you didn’t ask me, I volunteered.”

Keith smiled. He really lucked up with this guy. He kissed him sweetly. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” Vincent grabbed his clothes from earlier and slipped them back on. “Where is he?”

“The Corner Mart.”

***

“Kyle?!” Keith yelled once Vincent pulled his Yukon into the store’s deserted small parking lot and he jumped out. “Kyle?!” He zipped his jacket up to protect himself from the cold night air.

“Keith?” A frail voice called out.

Keith looked towards a raggedy bench on the country store’s porch and out of the shadows, walked a 19-year old boy, no taller than Keith, but slightly thinner than he, with black hair that was a mess, black eyebrows, a cute little mole on his face, olive skin, and pale gray eyes. He and Keith looked very similar with their dad’s Agassi family traits. They came from Greek fathers. Wearing nothing but a t-shirt and boxers, Kyle all but ran into Keith’s arms in tears.

After a moment, Keith pushed him back and held both sides of the boy’s face with two hands. “Are you alright? Are you hurt badly?”

“I’m okay.”

Keith ran a hand down Kyle’s arm and hand. “You’re freezing.”

Vincent spoke up. “I may have a blanket in the car.” He checked the backseat and came out with a blue sweatshirt. “I didn’t see a blanket but I found this.”

Keith took it and started to pull it over Kyle’s head. “It’ll do.” Once Kyle pulled his arms through, the trio got back in the car and drove home to Keith’s house.

Once they were inside, Keith pointed towards the stairs. “Go to the other bedroom, Kyle. Wait for me and I’ll bring you something, okay?” Kyle nodded and walked upstairs. Keith ran his hands tiredly down his face and looked at Vincent. “I’m sorry. I guess our little sleepover-date kinda failed.”

Vincent shrugged. “Things happen. That’s the way the world works. I’m not pissed about it.”

Keith kissed him and gave him a hug. “How in the world did I luck up with a guy like you?”

“I have no idea.” He laughed.

Keith pushed him off smiling. “Ass. Go to bed and I’ll come in later.”

Vincent started to go up the stairs. “Okay. I’ll try to wait up for you, but I doubt I will as tired as I am.”

Keith walked into the kitchen and began to make two cups of hot chocolate. Pouring milk, not water to make it, he topped them off with whipped cream and using his Aunt Geraldine’s –Kyle’s mother—recipe, he stuck a cinnamon stick in both. No one was in the extra bedroom when he first walked in, but after a few minutes, Kyle came in.

“I was just in the bathroom washing off my face. You don’t mind, do you?”

“What? No. You’ve been here a million times before. You know where stuff is and you know you don’t have to ask my permission. Come sit down.” Kyle sat down next to his 23 year old cousin. “Here.” He reached for the offered cup.

“Thanks.” He took a sip and smiled. “Tastes just like mama’s.”

Keith sipped his. “Yeah. I always liked hers better than my mom’s.” Kyle giggled. “You know compliments like that go to your mom’s head, so don’t you DARE tell her or I’ll scalp you”

“I won’t. So, who is Mr. Tall, Dark, and Handsome?”

Keith licked the whipped cream mustache off his lip. “That’s Vincent Banks. We started dating almost a month ago now. He’s really sweet.”

Kyle nodded. “I bet. Is he ‘sweet’ out and in the bedroom?”

“Sweet as candy.” They both laughed. “How are things going in your love department? Found anybody yet?”

His young cousin looked down into his cup as he stirred the whipped cream and hot chocolate together with his cinnamon stick. “No. I still haven’t gotten up enough nerve to approach a guy.”

“Why?”

“I’m too scared the guy won’t be attracted to me and turn me down, or worse, be straight and beat the piss out of me.”

Keith had to laugh at the choice of words. “You can’t be scared all your life though, Kyle. If you do, you’ll be alone forever.”

“I know. It’s just…..hard. How did you and Vincent meet?”

“Well, Vincent’s a DJ for that club in town called Blue Velvet. I went out clubbing, we met, we clicked, now we’re dating.”

“It’s always so easy for you, isn’t it? You never had to deal with what I’m going through.”

“On the contrary. I’ve had more than my fair share of down periods. I couldn’t get a date even if I stuck a billboard on my head saying, ‘Gay Guy, Looking For Love’.”

Kyle looked shocked. “Really? I always thought somehow that you had no problems getting men.”

Keith shook his head. “No one’s like that, Kyle. Gay or straight. I even went through a period where I just flat out stopped looking for men.”

“When was that? Around the time when you went to prison?”

“Yeah.”

“Why what happened there?”

Keith was silent for a while, only starring at the far wall. Kyle began to wonder if his cousin had zoned out or something. Suddenly, Keith blinked and ran a hand through his long black hair. He looked to his cousin and smiled. “I’ll tell you about it someday.” He kissed his forehead and stood up. “Get some sleep.”

Kyle handed Keith the now empty cup and crawled under the covers. “Okay. Hey, Keith?”

Keith stopped just as he opened the bedroom door and looked back. “Yeah?”

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. Goodnight.”

Keith placed the cups in the sink and walked back upstairs to his bedroom. As suspected, Vincent was indeed asleep; on his belly face turned away. Smiling, he stripped to his briefs and crawled in the bed behind him. Placing an arm over his lover’s waist, Keith fell to sleep…finally.