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anything.
Sylvester’s hearty appetite for the rudely salacious was
well observed by not only Will Champion, but by many members of the black gay
community. The brother had a nasty rep. He delighted in destroying couples,
wrecking relationships and trampling on anything that even remotely suggested
romance. He was hell-bent on proving love wrong.
Okay. Maybe melodrama and paranoia, as Frankie so keenly
pointed out, had gotten the best or the worst of me. And being the hopeless
romantic I always believed myself to be, maybe I needed to just calm the fuck
down. I mean, if it’s true love that Étie and I shared, then no interloper, no
matter how hell-bent on destruction, could prevail.
But still, when it came to Sylvester Winfrey, vigilance and
caution were not to be dismissed.
* * * * *
Three days later Francesca and I flew back to Los Angeles
together, she with Edgar on her mind, me filled with thoughts of Étienne. We
both avoided any more Sylvester talk. We had said everything we needed to say
about him and had both decided to keep our distance from him and keep him out of
our business. We had come to a loving truce.
We also decided that the first thing we needed to do when we
got back home was to get all the paperwork and documentation to Attorney Wells
Caitlin.
We arrived in Los Angeles that evening at 6:35 p.m. I called
Caitlin the moment we landed and the flight attendant announced it was okay for
us to use our phones. Caitlin was still in his office and so we set up an
appointment for two o’clock the next day.
I then called Étie. I hadn’t talked to him since our layover
in Miami five hours earlier and it seemed like forever.
“ Papi ,” he said, a soothing smile resonant in his
voice.
“Hi, baby,” I answered, my voice smiling too.
“You are home now?”
“Yeah. Back in LA.”
“I miss you already.”
“I miss you too.”
“Tell him I said hi!” Frankie chimed in next to me.
“Did you hear her?”
“I did. Tell her I say hi too.”
“Baby says hi too,” I told Frankie then put the phone back
to my ear. “We’ll see the lawyer tomorrow, with the papers.”
“Oh good, baby. I so need be with you.”
“I need to be with you too. It’s going to happen,
sweetheart. We’re going to make it happen.”
“I know you will,” he purred in that low, lust-filled voice
of his. “I so hot for you. I jack off each day thinking about you when you not
here with me.”
“Oh baby, I do the same,” I responded in code, feeling my
dick hardening beneath the buckle of my seat belt. I crossed my legs to hide my
bulge from Sis.
“I need you fuck my ass good, Papi , like you always
do.”
“I want that,” I mumbled in a near whisper.
“I want that big black pinga of yours, mi Papi .I want you make me weak with your lovemaking. I so love how you love me. I
need your love always, mi Papi . I be aching for it, aching for your hot
love always.”
“Me too, baby,” I moaned in halting secrecy, discreetly
twisting and turning in my seat, trying to hide my ever-growing boner in quiet
desperation.
“I have my hand in pants now,” he panted. “My dick so hard
for you. I stick my two fingers in my ass, try and think it is you, but two
fingers too small. I need you fuck me, baby, with your pinga grande .”
I could feel the drip of jizzum from my throbbing boner
inside my pants. The panting in my chest, the beating of my heart threatened to
explode as sure as I feared my dick would explode with a flood of cum.
“I need my mouth and my ass to suck your big black pinga ,
baby. I try put fist up my ass so it feel like you. Oh God, Papi , I love
you so much, I want you so much, I need you so much!”
What was I to do? I was panicked with desire as the
seat-belt light clicked off and the chime signaled passengers to disembark.
“Baby, I gotta go,” I begged in a whisper.
“Oh Papi , I’m coming! I’m coming!” he cried in
gushing ecstasy.
“Come on, Junie, let’s go,” Frankie
Sylvester’s hearty appetite for the rudely salacious was
well observed by not only Will Champion, but by many members of the black gay
community. The brother had a nasty rep. He delighted in destroying couples,
wrecking relationships and trampling on anything that even remotely suggested
romance. He was hell-bent on proving love wrong.
Okay. Maybe melodrama and paranoia, as Frankie so keenly
pointed out, had gotten the best or the worst of me. And being the hopeless
romantic I always believed myself to be, maybe I needed to just calm the fuck
down. I mean, if it’s true love that Étie and I shared, then no interloper, no
matter how hell-bent on destruction, could prevail.
But still, when it came to Sylvester Winfrey, vigilance and
caution were not to be dismissed.
* * * * *
Three days later Francesca and I flew back to Los Angeles
together, she with Edgar on her mind, me filled with thoughts of Étienne. We
both avoided any more Sylvester talk. We had said everything we needed to say
about him and had both decided to keep our distance from him and keep him out of
our business. We had come to a loving truce.
We also decided that the first thing we needed to do when we
got back home was to get all the paperwork and documentation to Attorney Wells
Caitlin.
We arrived in Los Angeles that evening at 6:35 p.m. I called
Caitlin the moment we landed and the flight attendant announced it was okay for
us to use our phones. Caitlin was still in his office and so we set up an
appointment for two o’clock the next day.
I then called Étie. I hadn’t talked to him since our layover
in Miami five hours earlier and it seemed like forever.
“ Papi ,” he said, a soothing smile resonant in his
voice.
“Hi, baby,” I answered, my voice smiling too.
“You are home now?”
“Yeah. Back in LA.”
“I miss you already.”
“I miss you too.”
“Tell him I said hi!” Frankie chimed in next to me.
“Did you hear her?”
“I did. Tell her I say hi too.”
“Baby says hi too,” I told Frankie then put the phone back
to my ear. “We’ll see the lawyer tomorrow, with the papers.”
“Oh good, baby. I so need be with you.”
“I need to be with you too. It’s going to happen,
sweetheart. We’re going to make it happen.”
“I know you will,” he purred in that low, lust-filled voice
of his. “I so hot for you. I jack off each day thinking about you when you not
here with me.”
“Oh baby, I do the same,” I responded in code, feeling my
dick hardening beneath the buckle of my seat belt. I crossed my legs to hide my
bulge from Sis.
“I need you fuck my ass good, Papi , like you always
do.”
“I want that,” I mumbled in a near whisper.
“I want that big black pinga of yours, mi Papi .I want you make me weak with your lovemaking. I so love how you love me. I
need your love always, mi Papi . I be aching for it, aching for your hot
love always.”
“Me too, baby,” I moaned in halting secrecy, discreetly
twisting and turning in my seat, trying to hide my ever-growing boner in quiet
desperation.
“I have my hand in pants now,” he panted. “My dick so hard
for you. I stick my two fingers in my ass, try and think it is you, but two
fingers too small. I need you fuck me, baby, with your pinga grande .”
I could feel the drip of jizzum from my throbbing boner
inside my pants. The panting in my chest, the beating of my heart threatened to
explode as sure as I feared my dick would explode with a flood of cum.
“I need my mouth and my ass to suck your big black pinga ,
baby. I try put fist up my ass so it feel like you. Oh God, Papi , I love
you so much, I want you so much, I need you so much!”
What was I to do? I was panicked with desire as the
seat-belt light clicked off and the chime signaled passengers to disembark.
“Baby, I gotta go,” I begged in a whisper.
“Oh Papi , I’m coming! I’m coming!” he cried in
gushing ecstasy.
“Come on, Junie, let’s go,” Frankie
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