I was selfish on all accounts and there was no excuse for my egotistical sexual behavior that night. I should have never given Addie the cold shoulder and ass.
We left him out in the cold again. It was Shawn’s fault more than mine. Honestly. It wasn’t my fault that he didn’t join in on the fun. I wasn’t about to beg him for some of his hard cock. What was he saving it for? Shawn? Such a shame to waste a load on a shaggy rug like he did! Addie should have joined our love triangle on his own. What was he waiting for? For me to say please? I wasn’t going to beg him to fuck me, not after what he said to Shawn about me. He said I was an insatiable white whore who was incapable of love or a relationship due to my unquenchable craving for one cock after another.
There were two other men in the room more than willing to do so– my lover Shawn and his ex-lover from Los Angeles, Tyre. They broke up because they both like to do the fucking, Shawn explained. I felt like I was mending old wounds and Addie was not worthy of Sharing in their pain, nor could he understand how important it was for them to share something together– someone who both were absolutely infatuated with– me of course, the muscular, butch Caucasian bottom who could hang with the home boys of Bed-Stuy.
Addie sat naked on his black knees in Tyre’s apartment on Quincy Street, acting like a slave begging his master to give the orders so that he could join in on the fun in my cotton field. I said nothing and just smiled at him when they took turns, carefully entering me, one holding me open as the other cried in savage moans.
Shawn and Tyre were not fucking me just to show off in a group, cult-like sex orgy. Addie should have known that. Shawn told me not to invite Addie up.
“We play with him all the time,” Shawn said, “let’s have sex with someone new tonight. Please, not Addie,” he begged. I should have listened to my lover, but I felt sorry for the 40 something African who was famous for what dropped below his knees.
Tyre with his bald head like Tupac and Shawn with his long, Big Daddy Cane dreadlocks were fucking me because they wanted to. They longed to take turns at me. Addie on the other hand, wanted to show off to them and use me; proving that with his wrist-round appendage that he could stretch an ass better than all others in the room. Shawn loved me too much to go through the nonsense of an Addie fuck again. I hadn’t had Tyre yet, and he was drop dead georgeous. Shawn said he was good, from what he remembered.
“Let’s do it right. If we have to have three-somes all the time, let’s at least do it with people I like,” Shawn begged. One look into Tyre’s huge brown eyes, and I couldn’t refuse. Addie was there at the bar tagging along as he always did, afraid he might miss something.
Addie was the last thing on my mind that evening, after we left Langston’s bar in Bed-Stuy and headed back to Tyre’s apartment. Shawn knew Tyre from Los Angeles. When they were in their early twenties, they caused quite a stir on the beaches of LA. They worked the gay section of the Pacific tides where the homosexual children gathered on summer holidays to hang out and play house music in boom boxes on the sand. Shawn said that he and Tyre were notorious for gang-banging back in the day. Perhaps, by orchestrating the get together that night, Shawn was attempting to recapture a little of his youth in Hollywood. Tyre was a porn star too. They appeared in a few magazines together after befriending Lucas Feliciano, a succesful photographer and publisher. Surely Shawn was still in love with Tyre despite his new attraction to me and the time that had passed since their days of fame. That became obvious to me that night, as I listened to them behind me talking and carefully pulling me apart while placing globs of lubricant where needed.
“Ain’t that pretty?”
I carefully squeezed my sphincter muscle, tempting Tyre.
Shawn wasn’t too thrilled about our hookup initially. Tyre was someone he already knew, from eons ago, a guy that he fucked at sex parties when he was in his twenties. He got around, Shawn explained. I didn’t care. He looked fabulous to me.
It was my first encounter with the crack pipe, one that Tyre had at his place. I think it was crack. It must have been.
I lost myself all evening. In and out of conciousness, riding waves of pure imagination, I was where I always wanted to be, until I looked up, and saw poor Addie sitting on his knees across the room, just watching them do me.
Addie jast sat on his knees and looked at us, having fun, in a California dream.
I wasn’t going to beg. There was no way I could have possibly taken three at the same time anyway.