Date: Mon, 1 Jul 2002 08:27:35 EDT
From: Wyzman34@aol.com
Subject: Brothers like us Chapter 13

Brothers like Us
By Lawrence Michael Martell

CHAPTER 13


       Okay my brothers by now you have got to know that there are some
things that I can't let go and that shit...yes, shit. That happened at
Sean's just bothered me to no end. I mean, I can understand the police
doing their jobs and before I go on, there are many good cops out there
trying to do their duty and are doing it well. It's just that small percent
that are bad and asses and make it rough for the others.
       The problems I had with The Detective were that it was very obvious
that he was homo-phobic....okay, someone is going to say that most of the
world is and that maybe true but a lot those people still do their job and
keep their opinions to themselves. Second, The Detective instigated a fight
with the boyfriend of the brother of the dead rapist's victim. And all this
combined with the fact that the same detective is investigating the killing
of Silk Mitchell makes this all more disturbing and troubling. So what did
I do? I made another call to the warrant division and Sgt. Theresa
Long. When I told her about Detective Montgomery she quickly shushed me and
told me that she would be at my place within the hour.
       Theresa Long and I had been friends for many years. We met at a Gay
Brothers & Sisters meeting, it's a group of African American Gays and
Lesbians who meet to support, socialize and even network together. Theresa
is a gorgeous woman in her early thirties with honey brown skin and braided
hair. She is a voluptuous woman, though she is quick to say she's
large. She has a wonderful personality, a beautiful smile, and she was a
dear friend and one of a few women friends that I actually have. Theresa is
in a long term relationship with another beautiful woman by the name of
Bernadette.
       When Theresa walked in wearing her uniform and kissed my cheek. I
fixed her a glass of her favorite drink, iced water with a bit of lemon and
a pack of Equal sweetener.
             "Whatcha wanna know about Detective Montgomery?" She asked.
             "What's his problem?" I asked.
       Theresa sipped her water and then leaned forward to speak to me. "Is
this on that article that you are working on?"
             "No. What sup Theresa?"
             "Eric....if this gets back that I told you. My career could be
over."
       I was intrigued. "No one will ever know. What's up?"
             "Detective Montgomery is being investigated by Internal
Affairs."
             "Really? Why?"
             "It started out pretty standard. There were some complaints
about excessive force and inappropriate conduct pertaining to an
investigation/interrogation." She said.
       I nodded." I'm not surprised."
             "Cecil was once a good cop. A great cop." Weren't they all?
             "So what happened to this 'great' cop?" I asked.
       Theresa sighed. "Being a cop is not filled with glamour and glory
and there is no money for the danger and that's for anyone in law
enforcement. I mean even deputies, jailers, correctional officers...and
sometimes the need for money tempts a cop to cross the line."
       I had to ask. "Theresa? Have you ever...Have you ever crossed that
line?"
       She looked down at her polished shoes and sighed. "I never crossed
the line," she looked up slowly. "But I was tempted on more than one
occasion."
       Wow. Theresa is one of the best people and cops that I have ever
known and the fact that she admitted to being tempted to cross that line
was something. "What's the deal with Det. Montgomery?"
             "Eric...while they were investigating Montgomery on the other
stuff they found out that he had been involved with a drug dealer...small
time drug dealer. They have been looking into this when something
happened."
             "What?" I was at the edge of my seat.
             "The drug dealer was recently killed in a violent shooting."
       What? "What?"
             "Yep. When you called and were asking about the Ashley..."
             "God Damn, Theresa! Was the drug dealer killed during the
shooting at the Ashley?"
       Theresa nodded her head. She reached into her uniform pants pocket
and pulled out a slip of paper. "The man's name was Jamar Randall."
             "Wow...Theresa, this is something. So Det. Montgomery and this
Jamar Randall were dealing drugs together or what?"
             "Word is that Montgomery was one of Jamar's enforcers and I
think he was supposed to be at the Ashley that night."
             "Do they think that Montgomery had something to do with the
shootings?"
       Theresa stood up, paced the floor as she sipped her water. "While
they had him under investigation they were tracking and tapping him."
Theresa sipped her water. "He had called in sick for work the evening of
the night of the shooting. Then five hours before it happens he shows
up. Sniffling and saying that he could work the desk and there he sat
working the desk until his shift ended..."
             "The perfect alibi." I replied.
             "I.A. is pissed. With Jamar and his associates dead they have
no real proof of Montgomery's involvement with anything that would stick."
       An idea hit me. "Theresa, is that why city hall and everyone has
been running crazy?"
       She nodded. "This was just the tip of the iceberg that city hall and
the state felt was a major drug ring and now it's all up in smoke."
             "Could he be the one who killed them? Did he set it up?"
             "That's something we will never know. I.A has hit a brick
wall."
       The police may have hit a brick wall but I was about to blow it
down. I was going to get to the bottom of all this.

       After talking with Theresa about the errant Det. Montgomery, I
picked up the phone and gave Jamal a call. I was concerned about him,
lately he had been acting kind of odd, especially after I had asked him why
he was not pursuing the situation with Brett's cheating with his
father. The only response that I got was that things would work out and
then he all but begged me not to say anything to his father about Brett
cheating or the pictures or the website. I agreed to his wishes though I
hated keeping another secret from Mo-Mo and I was curious about the change
of heart with Jamal. There was another change that I had not noticed and it
concerned Brett. Suddenly Brett was a swaggering, cocky and down right rude
brotha at times. I would call to check on and talk to Jamal and if I was
unable to get Jamal I had to listen to a long diatribe. There were times
when I would swear that Brett was drunk, high or both. Jamal was becoming a
bit withdrawn and that concerned me. On one occasion I mentioned that I was
going to call his father and let him know that something was going on but
Jamal became so insistent and upset that I not that I, despite my better
judgment, didn't call Mo-Mo. My mind started running through what was going
on with this kid, who was pretty outgoing and straight forward and now he
was withdrawn. Could it be drugs? Could it be alcohol? I couldn't put my
finger on it and it bothering me that I was keeping secrets and important
information about Jamal from Mo and the more it was on my mind the more it
bothered me and let me tell you I had some pretty hellified bad dreams
about all this. I did finally confide in Jermaine, who said that he would
be with me and support whatever I chose to do but that it was my decision
to make.
       Jamal answered the phone, much to my relief, but he sounded tired
and when I asked what was wrong he just ducked and dodged the question
saying that he was really tired and that Brett was out and he was going to
catch up on some sleep. He hung up the phone and another thought jumped
into my head and as stereotypical as it is I couldn't help it. Sexual
molestation? Could Brett be molesting Mo-Mo's son? No! Brett was a lot of
things in my book to a child molester? Something was going on and I was
going to get to the bottom of it and if Mr. Jamal wasn't going to tell me
what's up then there would be no choice I'd have to tell his father.
       I was sitting at my computer listening to some India.Arie on the
media player when Dre came home. Lately Dre had been keeping some busy
hours between work and going out and having "company" at all
hours. Currently he'd been hitting it and kicking it with this girl named
Ferris, I called her Ferret. I mean sister has body but her grill is messed
up. I mean serious teeth problems making her look like...well, like a
ferret. But she was freak according to Dre and that when she's chewing on
his dick he can't feel those teeth but he did say he doesn't kiss her and
that when he talks to her he tries not to look in her face for fear of
seeing those teeth. The sexual activity had picked up lately in Dre's
bedroom to the point where there were times that I had to turn up the TV or
radio to drown out all the sexy noises or on more than one occasion all
that sexy noise sent me running, hot and horny, over to
Jermaine's. Complaining about it would have went against the promise we had
made years ago about staying out of each others sex life and I know there
have been more than one time when Jermaine and I had made our own sexy
noises in my room.
       Dre went to his room to change and go to the gym, something I had
been neglecting lately and I promised Dre I would be back in workout action
full swing next week. I returned to the computer and decided I would check
the mountain of email I was sure I had and I did but there was one that got
my eye. It was from screen name URMAINEMAN...yep, my boo, Jermaine's screen
name. I opened the email and was greeted by a beautiful bouquet of virtual
roses with Boyz II Men's "I'll Make Love to You" playing. As I read the
message I felt tears in my eyes and a lump in my throat. It read: "I sent
these just because every time I think of you I smile. I luv u baby E." Yep,
I was full blown smiling and crying. I signed off and I called his cell
phone not thinking that he was still at work. He was in the middle of a
conference and then he asked me to hold on a second. I was sure I was going
to be asked to call back later. He came back on and was on his way to his
office. He said he had told them that it was an important call and that put
a bigger smile on my face.
             "I would have called you back." I said.
             "No. You are a bit more important than what we were
discussing. Besides I was expecting your call. You got my email."
       I was smiling like a fool in love. "Yes. It was very sweet."
             "Well, I meant every word of it. You make me smile every time
I think of you. Just like I'm smiling now."
       Lord! What did I do to deserve this man?
             "As a matter of fact...tonight, I want us to get together and
have a nice romantic dinner and make love by candlelight all night long."
       Oh shit! That was too much. "Oh Jermaine," I sighed like some love
struck white woman.
             "I want to kiss those lips. I want to taste that body. I want
to make love to you long and strong."
       Oh yeah. That made my juices really start going. He knew how to work
me. His sexy voice with all this sexy talk was turning the heat up and my
body responded.
             "I'm gonna take of all your clothes...have you naked on the
floor of the bedroom. I'm gonna start with those sexy ass lips. I'm gonna
kiss them long and hard. Let my tongue work the inside and around the out."
       I hissed. He learned that I loved to kiss and the longer then
better. Not a sloppy nasty kiss like you see in the porno flicks but soft,
passionate and sexy.
             "Then I'm gonna lick that spot under your ear and suck those
lobes."
       Grrrrrrr! I growled. That was a hot spot that made my toes clear and
gives me grief every time I go to my barber, Ramone. Whenever he cuts
around my ear he always grabs my ear and folds it out of the way as he cuts
and it sends volts through. I think he is trying to figure me out but I
never let on.
             "You like that?" Jermaine asked in his sexy deep voice.
             "Yeah..." I sighed. I loved it.
             "How about when I'm sucking those nipples?"
       Damn....my nipples immediately got hard and before long I was
touching them through my shirt and I was going crazy.
             "You like that?" I could hear that Jermaine was getting
excited. I know that tone well.
             "Yes baby." I said in that soft sexy voice that I knew gets
him started.
       I heard him grunt just a bit. "You know the next spot." Jermaine
said.
       Yes, lord I did and it has been one of my favorites since we
discovered it. One night while we were just laying around with our shirts
off Jermaine, who had been laying his head on my belly, began playing with
my belly button and for some reason it excited me and that had never
happened to me before. As I enjoyed it, he began licking my belly button
and sticking his tongue in it and before I knew it...before long...yes, I
blew a big nut. It was incredible and I loved it.
      I moaned as he told me what he was doing to my belly button and I had
to fight from nutting.
             "After I finish that I'm going between those thighs and
spreading those legs and go right between them and nibble on the inside of
those thighs."
       I dropped the phone. That is one of THE spots. You nibble the inside
of my thighs and it is just about over.
             "Yes...yes...nibble it...nibble it..." I sighed as I picked up
the phone. I had to get my dick out of my pants. It was sticky and slick
with precum and I was ready to pop.
             "Yeah," Jermaine said, "I'm gonna nibble it, lick it and bite
it."
       I was stroking my angry dick now as Jermaine went on.
             "I'm wetting my finger..."
       I knew what that meant.
             "I'm playing with your hole."
       Damn. My back arched as I worked my dick. I could feel his finger in
my ass. My breath was ragged and I was sweating like a pig. I wanted to get
naked but I didn't want to put down the phone and interrupt the flow that I
was feeling.
             "Baby?" Jermaine said softly. "May I lick your ass?"
       He didn't need to ask. "Yessssss." I hissed.
             "Spread your legs baby." He ordered. "And let me in."
       I spread my legs and my dick throbbed. Jermaine began slurping on
the phone and it sent shockwaves through me. I could feel his sexy tongue
working my ass and it was so real. I was moaning and groaning and
squirming.
             "Is it wet and ready?" Jermaine asked.
             "Yes," I panted.
             "I'm gonna slip it in." He said.
             "Yes...yes...put that big 8 in me." I could feel his 8 inch
dick, thick and cut, going into my hole slowly. Filling me up and I bit my
lower lip as I stroked harder and harder.
             "Yeah...Yeah...I'm in that tight ass." Jermaine said. "OOH
it's good. SO GOOD."
             "YEAH! DO ME BABY...WORK THAT ASS....YES...YES..."
             "OH YES...OOOH FLEX THAT ASS...TIGHTEN THOSE CHEEKS....YEAH!
YEAH!"
             "YEAH...I'M GRABBIN YOUR BALLS..."
             "SHIT! SHIT! YEAH...YEAH!"
             "ROCK THIS ASS...ROCK ME BABY...ROCK ME ALLNIGHT LONG."
       We were huffing n puffing on the phone and we were both ready to let
it go. Jermaine was making all those stammering sounds he makes when he's
ready to nut and I was about the break the chair I was in as I was
squirming trying to get my own out.
             "BABY! BABY!" Jermaine called out. "I'M GONNA...I'M GONNA..."
             "SHIT! YEAH...ME...ME....AHHHHH! AHHHHH!"
             "OOOOOOOH DAAAAAAAAMN!"
       Right there over the phone we exploded. I know that it's easy to
fake a phone sex nut but I knew that he had hit it and he knew I had hit
it.
       We talked a few seconds more and then we got off the phone. I went
to the bathroom to clean up and I couldn't wait until tonight.

       Andre arrived at Goodbody's Gym. He flirted, as he always did, with
Stephanie G at the front desk. She was a fine sister that he wouldn't mind
getting with but he didn't want to have to deal with Kenny G over here. It
was well known that Kenny G was crazy over brothers hitting on his
daughter. He was beginning is usual warm up and scanning the gym. It wasn't
crowded at this part of the day. There were about twelve people in the
entire play working out. He liked coming here when it wasn't too crowded it
made it easier to get to the weights you wanted to use and you could take
your time and not feel rushed. He had been working out steadily since high
school and especially through college keeping his body as tight as he
could. The women liked a tight and sexy body and they had always flocked to
him where ever he was and no matter whom he was with and they would always
find some reason or excuse to touch him. They would coo over the size of
his arms or touch his chest while dancing with him and comment on how it
felt. They were always trying to get a feel on the slick-n-sly while trying
to pretend to be ladies. Shit them bitches wanted to freak just like the
brothers wanted to freak and freak them. Some of them wrote checks that
their pussies could cash when he whipped out "The Hard 9" and laid it
down. More than one chick tried to back out of the deal but it was too
late. They wanted the dick and they got it and like his grandfather and
namesake, Levester, would say. "Careful for whatcha yo ass wishes fo."
       Andre had been working out for about fifteen minutes and had stopped
to take a brief break. He pulled off his shirt and examined his body in the
mirror wall. Yeah...the body was tight. The six pack was kicking, the chest
was online and pumping and the arms were blazin and amazin. He checked out
his entire upper body, which he had been working on and he was pleased and
so was the brother, who had been working out next to him and been peeping
his body on the slick-n-sly as well. Normally Andre would have told brother
where to go and what to do when he got there but there was something
thrilling and exciting about this brother checking him out on the
slick-n-sly and if the brother wanted to check him out he would give him a
show to check out. Andre began by flexing his chest. He made his pecs jump
and jiggle and pumped them up nice and tight. He then struck a pose in the
mirror wall and flexed his body so that his washboard abs flexed and pulled
tight. The brother was mesmerized at the sight and Andre kept right on
showing. He flexed his biceps and then his triceps followed by his
deltoids. He lazily and sensually ran his hands across his chest and down
to his abs and he could tell that the brother was lost in what he was
seeing and wanted to do more than watch, he wanted to touch. Andre was
feeling a weird, thrilling sensation as he was giving this brother, a
stranger, a show in the gym. It was wonderful, exciting and off the damn
hook. This must be what the strippers and the porn stars feel and
experience when they perform. Whatever it was he liked it and as he did a
few stretching exercises he decided he would do one more thing, a real
showstopper. Slowly Andre turned around in the brother's direction but
careful not to look at him. He then flexed his back and turned to check it
out in the mirror wall or so it seemed but what he was doing was giving the
brother a good look at what he really wanted to see and when Andre noticed
where the brother's eyes went in the mirror wall he smiled. Yep, he
thought, even soft "The Hard 9" was still impressive. Andre let his hand
run down his abs and briefly brush against his crotch to jiggle his dick
and when brother's jaw dropped and his mouth started working and drooling,
Andre concluded the show and went back to his workout.
	Andre had worked out for an hour and was now in the steam room
alone laying on one of the benches with a towel covering his lower
body. The steam and heat relaxed his body and Andre drifted off to a light
sleep. The door of the steam room opened and Andre opened his eyes but
didn't move. He was aware that who ever had come in was checking him out
and was probably unsure if Andre was either awake or asleep but he never
moved into Andre's view. Andre closed his eyes and decided he would just
ignore the guest but as he lay there he could not help but feel that he was
being watched and he figured that it had to have been the brother from
earlier, after all he was still there when Andre decided to hit the steam
room. Did the brother want another show? Well, he could do that. Andre made
a deep breathing sound as if he were asleep and let his hand rub across his
chest and abs. The brother in the steam room sat down on the bench across
from Andre but out of his view. Andre could hear the brother breathing a
bit hard and smiled. It sent a thrill through him and as he rubbed his
chest his own nipples started getting hard and his body began to tingle. He
brought his other hand up and let it rest and lazily rub across his abs. He
let out a few well placed deep sighing breaths and when he heard the
brother in the steam room sigh he knew he had him. This was just too
much. It was off the chain, he thought. Hell he missed his calling; he
should have been a stripper or a porn star, shit. But as Andre was giving
the brother in the steam room a show his own body became awake with all the
excitement of what was going on and soon his dick was getting hard forming
a definite and pronounced bulge under the towel. The brother in the steam
room noticed that and was breathing heavy and it sounded like he was
squirming in his seat. Andre let the hand, which was rubbing his abs;
gently push the towel down to where the public hair could be seen but not
the dick. He continued to caress his own nipples and the more he did this
the more he got excited and lost in the feeling of it all. He was feeling
light headed with excitement and horny as hell. His dick twitched
noticeably as he though about getting "The Hard 9" taken care of.
	The brother in the steam room could take no more. This sexy ass
motherfucker was turning him on and teasing him. He saw what was going on
in the gym earlier when the other guy had stopped working out and this guy
began his own little tease show. When he saw him go into the locker room
area he thought the guy was leaving and since he wanted and needed a steam
he thought it was a goodtime to go so it was a startling surprise to see
him laying in the steam room with just a towel laying loosely over his
crotch and though he knew it was wrong he could help but look at this sexy
and beautiful man. When this show began he knew he was being worked like
the other guy and he wasn't going to fall for it and he had a few tricks of
his own. He sat out of view and made a few suggestive deep breathing noises
and squirmed on the bench making this brother think he was getting to him
and it worked because he kept the show going and as he could see it was
getting to him but it was also getting to him. It had been way too long
since he had sex and he had seen this guy before and he knew he was a sexy
man and he had always wanted to touch his body...to feel his body. So
when he stood up and walked over to where the brother was laying, he knew
he was taking a risk but this guy had to know what he was doing and what
the reaction would be and could be. Right or wrong he couldn't take it
anymore. He stood over the brother, who had his eyes closed and had this
sexy expression on his face and that was when he realized that he had
gotten himself horny himself. Perhaps he would resist a little relief. He
stood there looking down at the twitching bulge under the towel that was
growing and growing and he just had to touch it. He would have to be
prepared for anything when he did it but hell, he knew how to fight, and he
had been trained very well. He squatted down and lightly at first touch the
dick through the towel. It twitched and jerked and he looked at the brother
laying there and his eyes didn't open. He lightly touched it again and then
another time and when the brother didn't move or try to stop him he knew he
had the all clear.
	Andre was horny as fuck. His nipples were rock hard and his
dick..."The Hard 9" was screaming to be helped out. He didn't notice that
the brother in the steam room had moved and was now standing over him he
was just too caught up in the moment. He felt something lightly touch his
dick but he thought it was just the towel but then he felt it again and
then another time and before he could open his eyes to react he felt a hand
press against his dick and squeeze. AHHHH FUCK! He thought. It felt so damn
good. The hand massaged and pressed again and Andre felt like his brain was
going to explode. Shit! No man had every touched his dick, well, Eric did
once when they were in college but they were measuring each others dicks at
the time in some silly college competition but this was different and it
wasn't like he hadn't had those damn dreams about another man touching
him...well, one man in particular. Detective Julien Linton, who also was
a member of Good body's. His dick twitched harder when he thought of
Detective Linton and with this brother massaging his joint he knew he was
going to blow a nut soon. Shit, damn the silly shit. Andre laid there and
let the towel slip off of his body and he knew that startled the brother
but not for long. He'd let the brother get a thrill and get him off and
then he'd be out.
	When the towel dropped to the floor and he was looking at that big,
thick dick he knew what he had to do. He knelt down and licked it.
		"OOOH DAMN." Andre moaned when he felt the hot tongue on
his dick.
	The brother smiled and licked it again and when it twitched he
smiled once more and covered it with his mouth.
		"GODDAMN!" Andre gasped as he felt his 9 inch dick go into
this motherfucker's throat and it felt like he was swallowing his dick. No
bitch had ever done that. He was doing good to get one to agree to let him
put it in her mouth for even a second. He felt the brother's head going up
and down on his dick and he could feel himself ready to nut and that never
happened immediately either. This was just too freaking freaky but it was
exciting and thrilling. Any minute someone could open the door and see him
getting his joint worked and he didn't care as a matter of fact if someone
opened the door now they could get a taste too. He was enjoying the blow
job when he felt something tickle his nuts. What? Shit...it felt
good...it tickled and it was sexy too. Before long his legs were shaking
and his hips were bucking.
		"YEAH! YEAH!" Andre moaned. "SUCK IT! SUCK THAT DICK!"
	The brother went on without stopping. He couldn't believe he was
doing this and the fact that he had been wanting too for so long and now it
was happening...this was just too much. He was getting all excited
himself and he started jacking his own dick too.
	They moaned and groaned in the steam room both excited and ready to
pop. Andre was going to lose his mind and he didn't care. This motherfucker
on his joint was better than any girl he'd been with and he worked that
dick like he knew something. The he felt it, that old familiar feeling.
		"Shit! Yeah...Ahhhh...I'm gonna cum." Andre said with a
groan.
		"Yeah...yeah...cum on...cum on!" The brother said.
	Andre gripped the brother's head and held it there. He was going to
swallow all this. "AAHHHHHHHH FUCK! I'M...I'M...I'M CUMMMMING!"
	Andre popped a nutt that sent hot cum down this brother's throat
and the brother was taking it all. Andre had never cum that hard even when
it had been a long spells between sexing. Not only did he cum hard...his
body became super sensitive and he was twitching and jerking.
		"AH...AH...I'M Cumming!" The Brother said and he shot a
load all over himself.
	They lay there in the steam room for a good three minutes neither
one talking but both panting and breathing hard. Andre couldn't believe
what had happened and how good it was. Shit! And the best thing was that he
didn't know this cat. He would probably not see him again. Other than in
the gym and he felt that this motherfucker would keep his mouth shut or
else.
	Andre got up first without speaking and left the steam room and
when he walked into the locker room he was surprised to see the brother
fully dressed. What the fuck? He was supposed to be in the steam room? What
the hell was going on?
	He waited another ten minutes, figuring that the coast would be
clear to come out. He still couldn't believe what he did. That was
it...no more Good body's for him. Then he thought better of that. He had
no idea who he was even though he knew who he was and he wouldn't say
anything. It was all cool. Grabbing his towel and wrapping around himself
he headed out of the steam room. The locker room was empty and he breathe a
sigh of relief. He went to his locker and opened it and just as he pulled
out his clothes he felt someone behind him. He turned around and there was
Andre with a total look of disbelief on his face.
		"YOU!" Andre managed, "That was you?"
	Detective Julien Linton nodded. "Yes, it was me."