Gate Wide Open (7 page)

Gate Wide Open
November 2
^nd
, 2018, 10:13
A.M
.

I was contemplating killing James as I sat in my chair at work. I couldn't believe that muthafucka was out of prison and living with my pedophile of a father. I checked my database for any info on him and found out that he'd just got out of jail. What I didn't understand was how he and my father hooked up again. That shit was mind-boggling. As soon as I thought I was back on the right side of the fence, here his ass go opening the gate again and dragging me back through.

Bzzz!

My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of my secretary buzzing into my office.

“Mr. Black, you have someone here to see you. He has no appointment, but he says he isn't leaving until he sees you.”

“Okay. Tell him to hold on, and I will be with him in a minute.”

Before I could get up and make my way to see who had shown up unexpectedly, in waltzes James, of all people. This bastard had the nerve to show up at my office.

“How are you doing, Shawn?” he said, a cynical smile on his face. He immediately made himself comfortable, like we were old college buddies or something.

“Fine.” A one-word answer was all I could muster. My emotions on the inside were a bit volatile, and I knew I could blow at any moment.

My next thought was to buzz my secretary and get her to call security, but I opted otherwise. I had to see what this lunatic wanted now.

“How can I help you, Mr. Parks?” I wasn't gonna let him make me act a fool again.

“Shawn, why you actin' all professional and shit? You know, any other time your ass would be calling me by my first name, especially when we made love.” He smiled even harder after that.

“James, we
never
made love. I was just fucking you. You know that. Like the whore you were.” I was smiling now.

James had the look of defeat on his face. He just sat there like he had something to say. I had taken a seat after my last comment and started fumbling through some papers on my desk, trying to distract myself.

“Look, Shawn, this don't have to get ugly, if you just cooperate,” he said, breaking the silence.

“What in the hell are you talking about?”

“You know what I am talking about. Stop playing dumb, Shawn. You know good and well I said I was coming to get my kids.”

“Your kids?” I said, bristling. “You don't have any kids. They are my kids, not yours. You got that, shit-chaser?” I stood up, ready to kick his ass.

“So what you are telling me is that you want to go to court for custody of my children?”

James stood up as well. He actually thought he could come up in here in my office and demand to take the children I raised and nurtured? He was dead wrong. Dead wrong.

“Shawn, I know for a fact that you and Mona have not told my children about me. They don't even know I exist, do they?”

“Why should they know about a home-wrecking faggot?” I said as I walked around the desk. I knew I couldn't even begin to explain to Alex, Ashley, and Diana about James Parks. What was I going to tell them? That their dad and mom had sex with the same guy and he was their father? I still couldn't bear the thought of it myself, never mind speak about it.

“Shawn, if you don't tell them, then I will, and I know for a fact that you would love to keep the ‘happy Huxtables' together forever. You and Mona think that you were going to keep secrets and never tell me about my offspring. You two are crackheads if you thought I was just going to walk away and let this be. You know I can't do that shit.”

I had to admit that he had me by the balls. I did want to keep my family together, at any cost possible.

“Look, this is what I propose. I'ma need a little dick every now and then, so when I call, be ready.” He grabbed my dick through my pants. “You know I used to love riding this donkey dick of yours.” He started walking away but suddenly turned back around. “Oh, and just in case you think about fucking me over, I took the liberty of finding out the schools that Ashley, Alex, and little Diana attend. I can have their asses scooped up and thrown in the back of a truck at the drop of a dime. Then I would disappear, and you would never see me or them again. Think about it, my love, and I will see you soon.” Then he made his exit in the same fashion as he came in.

I just stood there in the middle of my office absorbing all that he'd said. I was flabbergasted and short on words.

Even angry, I was still turned on by the thought of the heated sex sessions we had over ten years ago; waking up to him tossing my salad, to sex on his table, and then the shower sex that changed showers for me for the rest of my life. It sent me over, standing right there in my office.

“Was this muthafucka serious?” I pondered to myself as I made my way back toward my desk.

My secretary came in a couple of minutes later. “Is everything okay, Mr. Black?” she said, a concerned look on her face.

“Yeah, I'm okay, Renee.” I sighed. I truly wasn't. I wasn't being the man I was supposed to be by letting this mofo run me like this. This is getting old, fast. When am I going to stand up to my lies and put this situation in check? Or am I just fooling myself into thinking James would give up this charade that easy?

“You don't look too good. You want me to get you something?”

Renee was so nurturing, there were times I would forget she was my secretary.

“Yeah, that would be great,” I said as I went in one of the desk drawers and pulled out a personal-size mirror. I was a little flushed in the face, but that would go away in a couple of minutes.

Renee quickly exited and returned with a hot tea that she said calmed you down after you drank it. I wasn't the home-remedy type of guy, but to my surprise, twenty minutes after I drank the tea, I began to feel at ease.

“Mr.
B
,” she said, standing with her hands on her hips, “you need to fuck somebody up? 'Cause I got four brothers that don't mind breaking their foot off in a nigga's ass.”

I was a little shocked. At work, she was always professional. I'd never seen her like this.

I contemplated it a little but let it pass. I knew I could handle this alone. “No, thanks, Renee. It was just an old friend that was heated about something I couldn't help him with.”

“Oh, okay. 'Cause you fam, and I would do anything for you.”

I stayed in my office a little later than usual trying to figure a way out of the mess I was in. Coming up with no immediate solution, I left my office and headed to the local corner store to get me some liquor. I needed to inebriate myself to deal with this situation.

Down on the Farm
November 2
^nd
, 2018, 10:35
P.M
.

I left Shawn's job amazed at my cunning and conniving ways. I was confident that I had him shook again. What most people don't know is that gay men have the best of both worlds. They can be sharp as a woman, and at the flip of a switch, subtle as a man.

I was now headed out to Upper Marlboro, Maryland to surprise an old friend, who I know wasn't expecting me.

As I drove down the long, winding roads that seemed to lead to nowhere, I wondered how my old boss was doing. I wasn't concerned with his health or some shit like that. I was just wondering if his ass was still being dicked down by men and coming home to his wife, like he was with me.

A sucker for scenery, I was enjoying my ride down the country roads. With the act I was about to commit, you might wonder how I was so calm. See, I felt like I was exacting revenge on a deserving party. All my life it seemed like people used me, abused me, then tossed me in the trash, like a used condom.

While I was in jail, I thoroughly thought about my past and my future. I was sure I was going to end up happy after I settled down with the right man.

I'd even thought about having a relationship with the children that knew nothing about me, but that was only a thought. With my lifestyle, I wouldn't be in it wholeheartedly. I just wanted Mona and Shawn to think I was interested, to get more money out of them, and to just plain torture them some more.

 

I slowed down and looked at my map to make sure I wouldn't miss the house. I pulled up to the entrance to the address and turned my lights off, slowly driving down the road that led to a nice house surrounded by a field. It was late, and starting to look like a scene out of “Children of the Corn,” because the grass and weeds were taller than my car.

“This muthafucka out here in the boondocks and shit,” I said to myself. I saw a scarecrow out in the middle of a big field and got an eerie feeling, but I shook that shit off. I had to stay focused.

I stopped my car and picked up the binoculars that sat on my passenger seat and surveyed the house. It looked as if everybody was asleep because all the lights in the house were off.

I got out the car in my all-black fatigue with matching lace-up boots. You would have thought I was the black 007. My adrenaline pumping, I crept up the driveway and noticed two cars parked outside, telling me, his wife had to be home as well. I didn't give a fuck. It was now or never, and her ass was going pay for just being a dumb-ass, naïve white bitch.

I eased up the creaking steps and tried to open their screen door.
Their dumb white asses still think it's safe to keep their doors unlocked. In this day and age, your ass could end up on the midday news because somebody split your shit or something like that, for being so careless.

I slowly opened the door, making sure not to make any noise. I had my flashlight in hand, knowing full well I couldn't cut any lights on. I moved my flashlight around as I walked around the house and surveyed the horrible taste in décor. Their house was decorated with pink-and-purple paisley furniture, which they had the gall to wrap in plastic. That shit needed to be torched. “Fucking tacky,” I mumbled to myself.

I continued to look around at the pictures of the family, and boy, it was hard to contain my queasy stomach. His wife was a beast. Her mug looked like a damn pit bull's, and their kids' looked even worse. I could see why he messed around with men. I took out a Magic Marker and drew mustaches on all the girls' faces, because they truly looked like men.

After getting a few chuckles, I headed up the stairs and made my way toward what looked like the master bedroom. The door was wide open, and I walked in with my gun in hand.

I looked at the happy couple as they lay on their backs, snoring with their mouths open. I decided to wake him up with a surprise. I pulled out my dick and massaged it, making it semi-hard, and eased it in his gaping mouth, as his head hung off the bed. He woke up gagging.

“Honey, I'm home,” I said, grinning from ear to ear.

He looked as if he saw a ghost. He shifted in his bed, waking his wife in the process, and she let out a scream.

“Bitch, shut the fuck up!” I said, pointing my gun in her direction.

She immediately silenced herself.

“Get up, you dog-faced whore!”

She slowly rose from the bed with a look of fear and anguish.

“Sit over there.”

She moved to a chair that was placed at what I assumed was her makeup table. I was tempted to tie her up and beat that ugly mug myself, but as bad as she looked, it would've taken me days to fix her shit.

I tied her hands behind her back. I noticed her eyes peeking at my dick as it hung out of my pants.
I should fuck her ass to show her that the stereotype about black men was true
. But, again, I couldn't get past her ugly-ass mug.

I put tape over her mouth, making sure she didn't say a peep, and focused my attention back on my old fuck buddy, who was balled up on the bed with his back toward the headboard.

I walked over to him and waved my now limp dick in his face. “You remember this?”

His ass played dumb and looked the other way, like he didn't want it, so I smacked him with my gun, letting him know it wasn't a request.

As he hesitantly scooted over to me, his wife was watching the whole time, her eyes bugging out of their sockets.

“There you go,” I said as I eased my meat in his mouth.

He latched on to my dick, like a newborn to its mother's supple breast, and started going crazy sucking my dick.

I glanced over at his wife to see what she was doing. Her ugly ass was crying as she watched her husband pleasure me. “Yeah, bitch, this is what we did all the time at the office. Betcha didn't know he was a faggot when you married him, did you?”

I pushed his head closer to me, so he could swallow me whole. My eyes rolled back into my head, showing how pleased I was with his work. I could hear muffled cries from his wife, but continued to ride his face.

Then I roughly pushed him away, making him fall back on the bed again. “Get on all fours! I'ma tear that ass up!”

He did as instructed.

I strapped on a raincoat and forcefully pushed my dick in his waiting ass. He pushed back like a pro and started riding me like a bull at a rodeo.

His wife, by this time, had passed out cold. I guess she couldn't handle me fucking her man.

I fucked him for a good twenty minutes. She woke up sometime during the show, but this time she watched her husband devour dick like a homeless man who hadn't eaten in days in a soup line.

“You like what you see?” I said, directing my attention to her.

She just stared like she was in a trance of some sort.

I turned back to her husband and began smacking his ass and grinding my dick in him harder.

“Oh, yeaah,” he moaned, throwing discretion to the wind.

His ass was enjoying it, and it seemed like he didn't care that his wife was there.

I was nearing my climax, so I pulled out my man meat and let his mouth do the rest of the work. I came in his mouth, and he swallowed it like it was a protein shake.

“All right, my turn,” I said as he stood up and started massaging his own meat.

I went to work on his dick, and he was loving it. He leaned his head back, and his mouth flung open as he let out pleasured moans.

As he moaned, I reached down in one of my pants pocket and pulled out my serrated Rambo knife.

His wife now thrashed about as if she knew she was about to witness her husband's demise.

“Ah!” he screamed as my knife cut through his dick like I was cutting fresh bread.

Blood splattered the walls and bed, and there was a big gaping hole where his dick used to be. Lorena Bobbit would be proud of me. It was a clean cut. He thrashed around like a headless chicken.

“You thought I was coming back just to get me some ass, muthafucka? Didn't you? You thought you could snitch on me and have my ass sent up river for ten years and get away with it? This payback for all the years I rotted in that jailhouse, you fuckin' asshole! I treated your ass good. And I know you loved this dick I have.” I still had his dick in my hand, waving it in the air, as I ranted and raved around the room.

I walked over to his wife and pulled the tape off her mouth.

“Please don't hurt me! Please! I promise I won't say a thing. Please, sir! Please! Do what you want with him, but please let me be! I didn't love him anyway. Please just let me be.”

Her begging was making me madder. I needed this ugly bitch to shut her mouth, and fast.

I jammed her husband's bleeding dick in her mouth just to get some time to think. “Look, horse face, you ain't seen shit! You hear me? Your ass better play dumb, deaf, and blind like Helen Keller, if anybody ask you anything. Okay, bitch!”

She nodded in approval.

I looked around the room and noticed her pocketbook and his wallet. I retrieved both of them for “insurance purposes,” just in case they changed their minds. I untied her and then hustled my way down the stairs. I quickly detoured to the kitchen for a drink.

Out of nowhere, a cat jumped on my arm as I snatched a can of Mountain Dew out of the refrigerator. I tussled with the cat, trying to shake him off, but the more I shook, the more he dug his claws in my arm.

I quickly dropped my soda and pulled my knife out again and jabbed him one good time in the face, and he went down fast, taking all of his nine lives with him.

I retrieved my soda and scurried my way toward my car and made a speedy exit. “Muthafuckin' fur ball,” I grumbled as I rummaged through my glove compartment for some pain medicine.

 

I decided to go to Northwest Hospital instead. I couldn't risk the chance of having rabies or some shit like that. I made sure I changed my bloody clothes in the back of my truck before I went into the hospital.

After I got out of the hospital, I went back to my apartment to really clean myself up. When I got home, my two new cats greeted me at the door with meows that spoke of hunger. I temporarily ignored them and did the three
S
's—shit, shower, and shave. After that, I fed them and got in my bed for some much-needed rest. I still hadn't decided how I was going to torture Mona, but I knew when I awoke in the morning, I would have the perfect plan.