Forced Out of the Darkness (22 page)

“Baby, please…” Monti
got out between breaths.

“What? You can’t handle
it?” Cameron returned.

In one swift move,
Cameron enveloped Monti’s stiffness in his mouth. This made Monti let out a
long, low moan from the depths of his stomach as he arched his back. His sex
was giving pre-cum like it was a leaking faucet and Cameron did not let any of
it go to waste. The taste turned him on even more and caused him to leak
pre-cum of his own. As Cameron serviced Monti’s manhood he took one hand and
groped Monti’s nuts while taking the other hand and wiping his own pre-cum. He
took his pre-cum soaked finger up to Monti’s open mouth where Monti sucked it
off his fingers.

“Damn man, your shit is
sweet as hell.” Monti said.

Cameron worked him over
as he started stroking Monti’s sex with a mixture of pre-cum and saliva. Then
Cameron eyed his target. As Monti’s hips were slowly gyrating, Cameron lifted
his nutts and pushed one leg up in the air as he buried his face in Monti’s
clean ass. Monti could not contain himself as he moaned from the pleasure
Cameron was causing.

“What are you doing?” He
managed to get out.

“Shhh, just be in the
moment.”

Cameron licked and
sucked Monti’s uncharted territory for what seemed like an hour as he came
closer and closer to his climax. Cameron alternated from Monti’s ass to his
dick and back. Cameron sensed when Monti was close and then pulled back. He had
learned this edging technique from an old acquaintance and he was putting it to
good use tonight. Every time Cameron worked Monti up to just about the point of
no return, he pulled back and focused his attention on other parts of Monti. Cameron’s
sole mission tonight is to bring Monti to the point of pleasure until he was no
longer able to handle it. He explored the back of Monti’s knees, the sides of
his torso, even his hairless under armpits.

“Please babe…let me
cum?” Monti begged as he was reaching the tensest moment of the night.

“Are you sure you want
that?”

“Yes, I want that.”
Monti said submissively. He knew that Cameron had skills and that he would not
be able to match them so he acquiesced to Cameron’s desires. Cameron took some
Wet Platinum lube in his hand and grabbed Monti’s throbbing sex in his hand. He
stroked Monti’s sex from the base to the tip, paying a lot of attention on the
Monti’s sensitive head… once, twice and on the third stroke, he let out the
loudest moan as he shot his hot thick cum past his head, hitting the mirror
that served as the backboard for the bed. His second eruption hit him in his
eye. The third made its way to his chin and neck area. When Cameron was done
with Monti, there was a stream of cum that made its way from Monti’s dick to
places unknown.

Monti was spent…he was
still shaking from the after effects of his intense orgasm that started at the
base of his sex and spread throughout his entire body. Cameron was already
worked up from the session as he lay down next to Monti. Cameron took his hand
with a mix of lube and Monti’s cum and jacked his dick. He did not know why but
this felt good. He turned to Monti and kissed him passionately as he shot his
pent up load all over his stomach and chest. They both were exhausted and it
made cleaning up impossible. They fell asleep in each other’s arms while all
the evidence of their passion told the outcome of the night’s celebration.

Chapter
Twenty-Seven

What Did He Just Say
?

“Mr. McNeil?”

“This is Cameron. How
can I help you?”

“This is Jessica
Madison from National Finance. How are you doing?”

“I am doing well
Jessica. How are you?”

“I am doing well also. The
reason for my call is to extend a tentative job offer for the position of
Senior Branch Account Executive at our downtown Detroit office. Were you still
interested in the position?”

“Most definitely.”

“Mr. Jack Welsh will be
your supervisor and will help you with the on boarding process. Our tentative
start date is September 5th. We have some preliminary things that you must
complete prior to starting the new position. Do you have a pen and something to
write on?”

“Yes, I do.”

“Please go to your
local police station and have a hard copy of your fingerprints taken. Call your
local Occupational Health medical office to complete a pre-employment physical,
which includes recreational drug screening. We have an extensive background
check that must be completed at the local office for processing your acceptance
of the position. Once all these items have been completed and successfully
processed, we will proceed with a firm offer and start date. Do you have any
questions for me?”

“No, I don’t at this
time.”

“Great, I am sending
you a package overnight with all this information and pertinent contact
information. If you have any questions between now and then, you can call me
back. My direct line should have come up on your caller ID.”

“Yes, I see it.”

“Ok, well it has been a
pleasure speaking with you today. Congratulations and we will be talking again
soon.”

“Thanks and you have a
nice day.”

“You too. Good-bye.”

Cameron was happy that
he had received a temporary job offer. He knew that he did not have any
negative criminal past and also that his background was clean. He made plans to
get the fingerprints and all the other items done tomorrow. Today was a day
that he would reflect on life and make sure that all was well on his end. It
was a little more than a week since Monti’s graduation and why not have the
festivities continue. Cameron decided not to tell Monti about the temporary job
offer just yet, he wanted to wait until it was official. Cameron had a quick two-day
trip he had picked up for some extra money, plus he was not doing anything
else. The news of a new job was just the send-off he needed. Cameron carried
his flight bag down to the car and left the house for the airport.

“Hey Monti.” Cameron
said answering the phone.

“Hey Cam, I was just
checking on you to make sure you were on your way to work.”

“Yes, I am on the road
now.”

“What time are you
getting in again?”

“Tomorrow at around
noon. Why, what you have planned?”

“Nothing that I know
of. I just hate it when you are gone and I wanted to know how long a brother
has to wait to see your fine ass again.”

“You say the nicest
things sometimes. With a man like that waiting on me, I am going to hurry
home.”

“That’s what I wanted
to hear. I hope you have a good trip and call me if you have some downtime. I
know we will talk when you get settled in tonight so be safe and don’t let no
other dude hit on my goods.”

“You are too funny
Monti. I will call you later.”

“Alright, be safe and
know that I love you.”

“What the hell?” Cameron
thought. “Did he just say the
L
word?” Cameron was taken again by Monti.
The only response that Cameron was able to muster was “I will. We will talk
soon, Mister.” Cameron hung up the phone.

Cameron knew they had
only been dating for about 5 months and was trying to figure out if love was
appropriate for the time frame. Sure Cameron cared for Monti and was enjoying
the time they spent together, but was it too early for love? Cameron had some
time to think about how he was going to do this. He had to look inside of
himself and see if his own feelings mirrored Monti’s. Cameron did want more of
a substantial relationship but did this substantial relationship just happen
without Cameron knowing that it changed?

Monti was still smiling
at the conversation he had with Cameron on his way to work. He thought that
maybe he went too far by telling Cameron he loved him but he had to throw
caution to the wind. Cameron was all about bringing Monti out and helping him
become comfortable being a black masculine gay male.

In Monti’s mind, he was
on the down low and people did not know his business. In reality, most people
who knew him knew he was gay and those that were also gay, knew of his frequent
trips to the three B’s, Bookstores, Bushes and Bathhouses. They also knew that
he was incapable of being monogamous to anyone. Only his exes and those they
told were aware of his abusive side.

Chapter
Twenty-Eight

How Can I Help You
?

“Mr. Burroughs, the
reason I called you to my office is because I need to talk to you about
something.”

“Sure thing, Mr.
Williams.” Mr. Williams was the EMS director of the hospital that Monti works
at. Monti prided himself on doing a good job and thought that he was being
called in to discuss a promotion.

“At our facility, we
are looking for supervisors that are willing to step up to the plate and work
in the trenches with the employees. You are currently doing a fairly decent job
and I have received good feedback from your supervisor and your employees.”

“Thank you very much,
Sir.” Monti did not particularly care for the director and often said how inept
and lazy he was but in order to move up the corporate ladder, he had to play
the good ole boy game.

“Part of the working
supervisor’s duties is that you jump in to help the employees, as necessary.”

“I am ok doing that.” Monti
replied.

“Although we do not
have a ‘uniform’ for our supervisors, I would like to see you come to work more
casually dressed.”

“Casually dressed, Mr.
Williams. What does that mean?”

“You come to work in
these expensive looking suits. The company cannot be held liable for your
clothing if they get messed up or damaged in the process of you doing your job.
I need you to give the appearance of being open to working and cleaning, as
needed.”

“I am not asking the
company to reimburse me if my suits are damaged. What do you mean by the
appearance of being open to working?”

“Mr. Burroughs, what I
am saying is that you should tone down your dress at work. A simple Khaki pants
and polo shirt with some comfortable walking shoes would be what I am looking
for from my supervisors.”

“Excuse me, Mr.
Williams. I was always taught to dress for what I aspire to be. I aspire to be
the Director of EMS for a hospital. If it is your job that I ultimately take
then so be it. I am not going to wear jeans and a t-shirt so that I can work. I
went to school and got a degree so I didn’t have to clean hospital mess.”

“Mr. Burroughs, I am
putting you on notice that your current method of dress is not appropriate for
the position that you currently occupy. Please do not be insubordinate and fail
to follow instructions. Disciplinary action, up to and including termination
can happen. That will be all for now.”

With that Mr. Williams
dismissed him. Monti got up and headed to the door. No one talks to him that
way and gets away with it. He was pissed off. Monti did not take constructive
criticism well especially when he believed he was correct. Once back in the
office he shared with the night EMS supervisor, he took a minute to cool off.
He tried to call Cameron but he kept getting the voice mail. “He must still be
on the plane.” Monti thought. Monti decided that he needed to make some rounds
and see what the employees were doing.

“Why would they want me
to not look professional when I came to work?” Monti thought. Monti always
dressed in a suit and tie for work. He had recently been introduced to a brand
of suit called Tayion. The designer had only been presented in 2003 but he was
the top up and coming suit designer. He is known for his suit coats that are
longer than traditional suits. He also designed several three-piece suits that
provide a stylish vest to accentuate the suit.

Monti did not wear
professional business suits or banker suits but he wore suits that one of the
Pentecostal faiths would wear. They were always of good fabric that hung off
Monti’s muscular frame well but they were different. Some were cut on the bias,
others had vents or buckles designed into the back of the suit; while most had
Monti’s signature
‘I’m trendy’
two-inch cuff. Monti was not dressed to
impress without his French cuffed shirts with gaudy cuff links. Monti’s suits
varied in color from nude to black with bold white pin stripping down his
entire body.

As Monti walked down
the hospital hallways, he noticed this guy walking towards him. He was about six
feet tall and a solid 220lbs. Caramel skin with short wavy hair. He had a nice
smile. He wore a nicely conservative style navy blue suit with a cream colored
shirt and a paisley patterned burgundy tie. As he came closer to Monti he said,
“You look like you work here.”

“Yes, I do. I work for
Environmental Services. How can I help you?”