Date: Fri, 16 Sep 2011 09:53:56 -0400 (EDT) From: DOGG <nphillydogg@aol.com> Subject: bruthaly luv-16 BRUTHALY LUV -16 >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>SCENE-1<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< News reports told of the scandalous picture posted by a Temple University college student that ousted one of Temple's basketball players in the act of committing sodomy with an unknown man, not believed to be a student. The news program showed the picture, blurring it for television as it gave the impression of two black men in a sexual position, their faces unclear to save their identities. 34 year old Milton Howard was embarrassed that a picture of his naked body was posted on TV for the whole city to see. The news commented on the controversy of how posting cell phone pictures could end promising careers and invade on privacy. Reaction was asked randomly on the street, as the average everyday joe gave his or her opinion. Most were disgusted about the photo, but were sensitive about the player who was exposed. Some blamed the two men involved, while others blamed the university student who posted the photo, saying they wouldn't like it if the tables were turned. All in all the news reported that it was a lost for the basketball team, and that the story wasn't likely to die down anytime soon. Milt had to live through days of listening to his coworkers comment about the story, saying rude comments about homosexuals and how the world would be a better place without them. Even in the sports bar with his friends, he had to contend with everybody adding their opinions, saying how the photo shouldn't have been doctored to hide the faces of the perverts caught on film, to how badly the Temple Owls will play without one of its starting players. By the end of the week everyone knew who the missing athlete was, however, the jury was still out on who the mysterious muscular man was in the photo with him. "Please tell me that that wasn't YOU in the photo...!" whispered Carl Howard, sitting down beside his brother after arriving late for `sports night'. "What...?" laughed Milt, trying to play it off like he didn't know what his brother was referring to. "Don't forget I did a 3way with you and Marlon back in the beginning..." said Carl, gesturing to the bartender for a beer. "...I'd know my own brother in a photo, even IF his face is blurred...! Since WHEN did you start turning your ass up to get fucked...?" "Shhh..." said Milt, looking around to make sure no one could hear them over the noise of the chider-chatter. "...let's step outside...!" he suggested. Carl got his beer from the bartender, then followed his brother outside for a private chat. Once they got out into the parking lot, they gathered by one of their cars... "Okay..." said Carl, turning the bottle up to his lips for a swig. "...so, explain it to me..." he said, staring his little brother over. "...WHEN did YOU start taking it up the ass...?!" Milt signed, knowing Carl would never understand... "Nobody knows that was ME in the photo...!" confided Milt, hoping his brother could keep his secret. "Funny how I JUST warned you how things could turn around and bite you in the ass..." laughed Carl, at the irony. "...little did I know that YOU were already used to having things done to your ass!" Milt shot his brother a dirty look. "So WHEN did you start...?" asked Carl. "Is this something new..., or were you and Marlon butt buddies from the beginning...?!" "Listen Carl..." said Milt, firmly... "...what I do or don't do in the bedroom is NONE of your concern...!" he said, letting his brother know he still was no pushover. "I just gotta make sure Deme don't hear about this..." he said, sounding worried. "If YOU could look at the picture and tell it was me, so could she!" Carl laughed as he turned the bottle back up to his lips... "I don't think you have to worry about that..." he said, envious of his little brother's luck. "...your woman's head is so far up your ass that she can't see anything but the good shit that you do...!" Carl chuckled at his own joke. "Then again that's probably WHY you two get along so well..., seeing how you like things shoved up your ass and all...!" Milt shook his head angrily as he tried to walk away, putting an end to the conversation as he attempted to head back into the sports bar. But Carl had other plans as he roughly grabbed his brother's arm... "All this time these guy've been making fun of me behind my back and to my face..., calling me gay because of that damn video Linda put up on the view screen for everyone to see..." he recalled (referring to an event which happened in Between Bruthas chap-24). "...and not once..., not ONCE did I ever hear you defend me...! And now you want me to keep quiet about your snapshot photo, taking it up the ass by some 19 year old college ball player...! What's the matter..., you couldn't find an ADULT dick to fuck you...?! You could bear to let one of your so called FRIENDS to fuck you..., to let them know that you like to take it in the ass...??!" "Okay..." admitted Milt, trying to shut his brother up as patrons began to stare at them as they parked their cars and entered the sports bar. "...maybe I didn't defend you as much as I should've..." he admitted, "...maybe I was just too grateful that my own secrets hadn't been exposed, allowing me to keep my family and friends in the dark..." he said, as Carl began to quiet down and listen. "...but I NEVER dimed you out..." he reminded, "...I NEVER said what I knew, and I never turned my back on you...!" Carl smirked..., knowing Milton was desperate and stretching the truth...some. "I know what happened to you was fucked up..., and believe me..., if I had ANY idea what those women had planned, I'd've done my best to keep it from happening...!" "I know..." said Carl (wiping his mouth on his sleeve), hating to admit it. "I'm not asking you to lie for me..." said Milt, pleading with his brother. "...I'm just asking that you keep what you know to yourself..., like I did...!" Carl turned his back, thinking hard on what his brother was asking. After 3 years of name calling, humiliating and embarrassment, Milton FINALLY had an opportunity to know how it felt to be the BUTT of everyone's jokes, to know what it felt like to lose his wife and children, his home, his friends, and his parents respect. He'd been waiting 3 years for Milt to fuck up, for his secrets to come to light so everyone would know what a hypocrite he was. But once again, only HE knows the truth, leaving Milt to get off scott free again! "Okay..." he said, agreeing to cover his brother's ass. "...but the next time I need some ass..., I'm calling YOU!" "Whatever nigga..." laughed Milt, blowing Carl off with a tag to the shoulder. "...remember..., I ain't Marlon...!" he reminded, as they headed back into the bar... >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>SCENE-2<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< Life around Marlon Overton's household (with his boyfriend Curtis, his daughter Rachelle, his baby's mother Crystal, and her [always over] boyfriend Dan Edwards) was like walking on eggshells. For days no one seemed to be talking to one another, as Curtis and Crystal wasn't speaking, and Marlon seemed to walk around in a shitty mood. More than once Rachelle had to ask what was wrong with her family, sensing something in their spirits had changed. The only one who hadn't seemed effected (by events from last chapter) was Dan, who seemed to be living the life of a king with at least 2 home cooked meals a day, his clothes washed and ironed regularly for him, and sex every night with Crystal in her bed. Every night she could be heard grunting and groaning aloud, yipping and screaming as if someone were trying to kill her. In the morning she'd awaken to Dan screwing her again, shoving his big thick 11" dick straight through her while she slept. More often than not she'd come out of her bedroom limping, still feeling the effects of his rough fucking well into mid morning. Downstairs in Marlon's bedroom, things weren't much different. He and Curtis continued to sleep together despite the emotional wall built between them. They still had sex, with Marlon still fulfilling his nightly boyfriend obligations. Every night he'd suck Curtis' dick to brick hard status, then lie on his stomach or back and let Curtis mount him. Sometimes Curtis would eat Marlon's ass first, giving his anus a thorough tongue bath before stuffing his 12" dick inside and fucking until he and Marlon both busted nuts all over the bed or each other. The sex was always hot and demanding (as Curtis never allowed them to go to bed without fucking), but with the emotional attachment fading away from the invisible wall, there was no FEELING behind the acts. Marlon just kept waiting for 30 days to pass, knowing Curtis would no longer be the man in his life. Curtis was still hurt by the things Crystal said to him about not having a say in Rachelle's life, after he'd helped take care of her for 3 years of her life. With Rachelle's father (Marlon) unable to find steady work, Curtis was the one helping with buying school clothes, food for the table, trips to the Jersey Shore, toys, birthday presents, etc. Crystal didn't seem to mind his input when it came to finances. But instead of focusing his anger on Crystal or her daughter, Curtis focused on his move, putting in notice at work, saying goodbye to family and friends, and sexing Marlon up so much that he'd be begging for a plane ticket in less than a week after he leave. Curtis knew Marlon was addicted to dick, that he loved nothing more than to lay under a man and allow him to pound away in his gut until they both lost consciousness. He hoped that Marlon would miss him bad enough to visit him in Atlanta, then discover living there was no big deal. He still wanted his relationship with Marlon, but he wasn't about to beg him to go. He understood that Marlon's daughter meant the world to him, and despite having no real means of money to help support her, his time around the house with her was valuable none the less. Curtis understood that Marlon had a tough decision to make, that no matter which place he chose to live in, someone would get hurt. It was during the revelation that Curtis called on an old rival, setting up a secret meeting in the Gallery Mall in Center City. Milton Howard was surprised (to say the least) to have gotten a phone call from Curtis, having had no idea the young man even had his number. Milt agreed to meet Curtis in secret, knowing his wife Deme would never approve of him fraternizing with known homosexuals. It was sometime in Curt's second week before he was scheduled to move that he met up with Milton. "Thanx for comin' man...!" said Curtis, shaking the married man's hand after meeting up at the 10th street entrance. "You wanna go get somethin' to eat...?" "Yeah, sure..." said Milt, rubbing his stomach at the thought. The two men (23 & 34) walked over to the food court, selected a vendor, then found a private two seater table away from prying ears. "I kno' you must be wonderin' why I called you outta the blue like this..." said Curtis, setting his backpack on the back of his chair before setting down beside one of the large fake ferns the mall had decorating the court. "Yeah..." laughed Milt nervously, hoping it had nothing to do with the picture of him and Gerald Grant. "...the thought HAS crossed my mind..." "Well..." said Curtis, opening his Styrofoam lid to smell the food he just bought. "...I kno' you and me ain't got a lotta shyt in common, cept Marlon...!" Milt nodded his head in agreement, as both men opened their plastic utensils. "I don't kno' if you kno' or not..., seein' how Crystal and your wife's so close..." continued Curt, stirring his food around. "...but I'm movin' to Atlanta in 2 weeks for a job opportunity...!" Milt's eyebrows shot up with surprise... "No...I didn't know that..." he said, stirring his own food. Curtis took a bite. "Yeh..., situation kinda came up, and I could'n let it pass me by, y'kno'...?" "Yeah..." answered Milt, digging into his own Styro box. "Marlon's NOT movin' with me, if THAT'S what yur wonderin'..." added Curtis, trying to read Milt's thoughts as he casually chewed his food. Milt looked up into Curtis' eyes, both locked on the same page. "...least not YET, anyway...!" added Curtis with a smirk. "I want Marlon to move with me, but he don't wanna leave his daughter behind..." "I can understand that..., can't you...?" asked Milt, reaching for his soft drink. "Definitely!" agreed Curtis. "But I'm still hopin'..., y'kno'...?" he added, optimistically. "Anyway..., I kno' you and he used to have a thing awhile back..." he continued, stirring into his food again. "...and I was hopin' you could keep an eye on `em while I'm gone...?" Milt nearly choked on his soft drink... "Would I what...??" he asked, sitting his drink down. Curtis looked dumbfounded. "Would you look IN on `em for me...?" he asked again, rewording it. Milt shook his head at the irony, as he looked about the court yard for clarity. "I kno' you gotta family now, and that's why you probably stopped fuckin' round with me and Marlon..., but I KNO' you still have feelin's for `em..." Milt looked at Curtis as if to dispute that statement, but Curtis was quick to shut him down. "...you were about to LEAVE yur wife for him 3 years ago..., feelin's like THAT don't disappear juss cuz yall ain't been fuckin' innawhile...!" Milt said nothing in his defense, as he merely sat at the table with a stone face. "I'm not askin' you to get involved with `em all ova again..." said Curtis, clarifying his favor. "I'm still hopin' he comes to Atlanta with me, eventually..., but you and I both kno' Marl' can't go too long without gettin' himself in some sorta trouble...! Crystal's seein' this new guy named Dan, and I don't trust `em around Marlon or Rachelle..., but Crystal's so blinded by the dickin' he be throwin' `er that she can't even see he a snake inna grass!" "Have you talked to Crystal about this...?" asked Milt, feeling a little more at ease now that he understood where Curtis was coming from. "I tried..., she ain't listenin'...!" said Curtis, taking a sip of soda. "I hear him fuckin' the shyt outta her while I'm in the bathroom next to her room..., he be tearin' that shyt up...! She ain't tryin'a hear what I got to say...! I ain't even family!" "What's Marlon got to say about it...?" asked Milt, curiously. "He defenses Crystal, sayin' its been 3 years since she had dick...!" answered Curtis. "But you don't put dick before yur daughter...! Dan be walkin' round upstairs naked with his dick hangin' out like he OWN the place n'shyt...! Its only a matta of time before Rachelle run into `em..., THEN what...??" "You don't think he'd DO anything to Rachelle, do you...?" asked Milt, concerned. "I dunno..." answered Curtis, honestly. "I wanna say no..., but hell..., who knows what's inna pedophile's head...? Crystal's blinded by the dick, but she needs to cut that mofo outta her life before he plants his roots inna ground...!" Milt shook his head... "I don't see what I could possible do about any of this..." he said, turning Curtis down for help. "If Crystal's convinced Dan's not a bad guy, and he hasn't done anything yet to set off her radar..., what am I supposed to say to her when she won't even listen to one of the people who live IN the house with her...?" Curtis looked shocked. "And as for Marlon..." continued Milt. "...he's a grown man...! Granted he might be a lil' naïve, but he's NOT the innocent he pretends to be...!" "So you don't care if this guy Dan fucks ova Crystal AND Marlon...?" asked Curtis, flabbergasted. "That remains to be seen...!" said Milt. "You want me to get involved when there's probably nothing to get involved with...! WHO says Dan's a bad boyfriend...? You? Unless Crystal comes out and say Dan's been hitting her or molesting Rachelle, it's all just speculation...!" "So he actually has to put his dick INSIDE Rachelle for you to give a fuck...?" asked Curtis, closing up his Styro box. "No..." answered Milt, watching Curtis pack up. "...but unless CRYSTAL comes forth and say she's suspicious about something..." "Let me tell you somethin'..." said Curtis, sounding angry. "...when Crystal's last boyfriend Marcus was kickin' her ass IN FRONT of her daughter, Crystal didn't tell anybody...! Marlon had to go over there and beat the guy up himself because Crystal was too scared to call the police! What makes you think she's any different now...?!" asked Curtis, getting up (referring to events in Between Bruthas). "Y'kno'..., I thought you were different..." added Curtis, grabbing his backpack. "...I thought you actually CARED about what happens to Marlon and his family...! But I guess since you ain't been able to get yur dick in his ass, that he don't matta to you no more...! Yur no different than that sick-ass brother of yurs who used to fuck `em ova every chance he got! Did yur family teach you that, or was that somethin' YOU and yur brother learned together while fuckin' ova Marlon...?!" Before Milt could even think of a reply, Curtis was gone, leaving a few people looking back at him from their tables, having heard some of the conversation... Milt gathered up his tray, then casually dumped it all in the trash container before hightailing it from the mall with his tail tucked between his legs. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>SCENE-3<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< Marlon picked Rachelle up after school, then allowed her to play with her neighborhood friends on the block after she finished her homework. Marlon watched for a time from his steps, as Rachelle played in bliss, unknowing that her world was about to become unglued at any given moment when Curtis left for Atlanta and they'd have to move to a new cheaper apartment because her daddy couldn't find an adequate job. Being unable to provide for his daughter was a heavy burden on Marlon's shoulders. The family relied on Crystal's and Curt's incomes to survive, how would they continue with only Crystal's income? Feeling depressed Marlon went back inside, trying to figure if there was someone he hadn't hit up for a job? Marlon had began to get a headache from all the tension and thinking, when he suddenly heard the front door open. "Hey..." said Curtis, walking in. "Hi." said Marlon, tensing immediately. "We alone...?" asked Curt, tossing his bag to the floor. "Yeah..." answered Marlon. "...Rach's outside...!" "Good." said Curtis, "Have you given anymore thought to moving with me to Atlanta...?" "That's ALL I've been able to think about..." admitted Marlon sadly, leaning back on the sofa with his hand over his eyes. "...I haven't been able to THINK of nothing else...!" he said louder, his voice beginning to quiver. Curtis stopped what he was doing when he heard the twinge in Marlon's voice. Composing himself, Marlon sat forward in the couch, resting his elbows on his knees (a light hunch in his back) as he stared off into space, trying to steel his emotions. Curtis walked over to him... "You kno' I love you, rite...?" he asked, as Marlon broke down into tears, the feeling of abandonment hitting him like a ton of bricks. Curtis sat took Marlon's head in his hands, pulling it towards his stomach as he gently rubbing the back and side of Marlon's head affectionately. "I do..." said Curtis, feeling his heart strings tug. "...I DO love you...!" he admitted softly. "Then WHY'R you leaving me...?!" cried Marlon, hating that he couldn't hold his emotions together better, crying like a baby. "Why can't you stay and work it out...?" "I told you..." said Curtis, sticking to his guns. "...this's what I went to school for..., to get a betta job and make some REAL money...!" "And you're willing to just kick the rest of us to the curb to do it...?" asked Marlon, pulling away. "I ASKED you to come with me...!" argued Curtis. "You KNOW I can't leave my daughter behind..." cried Marlon, "...you KNOW she means everything to me...!" "I kno'..." said Curtis, sitting beside him, his face now somber as the grave. Marlon turned away, knowing Curtis wasn't changing his mind. Curtis reached over and gently touched Marlon's back and shoulder, causing his body to quiver as memories of his touch flashed through Marlon's mind. Pulling him closer, Curtis leaned back against the sofa (pulling Marlon into his chest) and allowed him to gently sob. Marlon wrapped his arms about Curtis' thin body reluctantly, burying his head as if to say goodbye. Rachelle came in from playing to find her dad and Curtis sitting on the sofa together. She immediately knew something was wrong. "What's wrong...?" she asked innocently, as Curtis stroked Marlon's head. Curtis held his free arm open for Rachelle to join them. She walked over and sat down on the sofa under Curtis' arm, facing her dad (who still held his head down so his daughter couldn't see his tears). "I'm movin' out..." said Curtis, causing Rachelle to gasp in shock. "WHY uncle Curt...?" she asked. "Because..." sighed Curtis, having dreaded having this conversation with her. "...I was offered a betta job in another state..., and it's too good an opportunity for me not to take it...!" "Are WE moving with you...?" asked Rachelle. "No..." answered Curtis, "...you'll be stayin' here with yur mom and dad...!" "Oh..." said Rachelle, finally understanding why her dad was crying... ________________________________________ Written by NPhillydogg (aka) Eugene Marvin. Hit me up at NPhillydogg@aol.com for questions, comments, and suggestions, or, join me on Facebook for a list of updates.