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Fiction Series: A Nice Backstroke Part 2

Fiction Series: A Nice Backstroke Part 2

I meet Keith at our favorite Mexican restaurant, Monterey’s. Keith brought me here on our first date and we come here often. It’s a hole in the wall restaurant but the authentic Mexican food is great. The margaritas are my personal favorite. I smooth out my short sleeve denim button down and black Levi’s jeans. I paired this outfit with the all black Huaraches Tay got me for my birthday, earlier this year. Glancing down at my shoes I realized how dumb I am. I was so distracted I didn’t even realize I had on a pair of shoes Keith has never seen me in. For some reason, I am nervous. I still haven’t made a decision but I know that my life may change tonight.  I walk into the restaurant and search for my male lover. Keith is one of the most stylish men I have ever met. He is dressed in the dark denim skinny jeans that I love, a V-neck, crisp white tee, and a burgundy fedora hat. He is also wearing the cognac Gucci loafers I got him for Christmas last year. Keith is a personal assistant for one of the wealthiest families in Atlanta. He hates his job. My lover has excellent taste; mostly financed by my money but I love him. I would do anything for him. I reach across the table and give him a quick peck on the lips. He tastes of mint. He knows that’s my favorite flavor on him.

 “Hi, baby. How was your day?” he asks.

“It was great. I got a couple new clients and closed some major deals. I am on my way to being one of the most profitable commercial real estate agents in Atlanta.”

“Oh, that’s great! That means that you are going to give me some money?” he asks.

“Don’t I always make sure you are ok? Have you ordered already?”

“Yes. I ordered your normal entrée and a pitcher of Texas margarita,” He says as he gets up from the table. This is what I loved about Keith. He is so observant. I could say something six weeks ago and he would remember it. If there was something he could do, he would. He is willing to give up his entire life to be with me, to be by my side. They both are. I stuck to a routine with them both. I spent Mondays, Tuesdays, and Thursdays with Tay; Wednesdays, Fridays, and Saturday during the day with Keith; and Saturday nights were free. Sundays involved church with my family and office time. Today I am splitting Wednesday with both since Tay won’t be in town this weekend.   Keeping up the routine prevents either of them from questioning me and it keeps me from fucking up, to be completely honest.

“Where are you going?” I ask, as Keith gets up from the table.

“To the restroom, I’ll be right back.”

I check my phone. Tay sent me a message.

Tay: I love you more. I can’t wait to see you tonight. I’m just getting done at the salon. I’m about to get food and then go home and get ready for you. I can’t wait to taste…I mean see you!

To Tay: I can’t wait to be in your arms. I am finishing up at the office and I am going to go to the gym and then come give you some loving. I love you. Be safe getting home.

I really needed to end this tonight. With one of them. But who? I’m just going to think about it. Tay and I are scheduled to take engagement pictures in the next month and I know I need to decide before then. Keith would definitely find out. He scoured the engagement announcements daily. As much as I loved women, I couldn’t see myself without Keith. He’s grown to be a very important part of my life. They both have. I just knew Keith couldn’t help me get to where I wanted to be in my life.

“So what do you want to do after dinner?” Keith says as he slides back into the booth across from me.

“Oh, baby I can’t. I have an early morning tomorrow so I am going home after this. I just wanted to see you and love on you a little bit. Besides, I want to spend Saturday and Sunday with you.” I say and mentally curse myself for lying through my teeth---who knows who I would be with this weekend.

“That’s fine. I’ll take any time I can get with your fine ass. I do want to talk to you about a couple of things.”

“Really? What is it?” I say. I know where this is going, I know exactly where this is going.

“When do you think we can go public? I love you but we have been doing this for three years, I am about to be 26. You’re 27. I can’t keep being your little secret. It’s time you came clean, to everyone. I understood when you were younger and you didn’t want your family to know. But it’s a different time that we live in. No one is going to judge you for being in love with a man. I want everyone to know you are mine. I am ready for us to move in together. I want to go to sleep with you and wake up to you every morning.”

Like clockwork, every 6 months, Keith would ask me to move in with him and come out of my “closet”. It never fails. The last time he did this, I had to pay his car note for the next three months to keep him off my back.

“Baby, come sit next to me.” I move over in my booth and make room for Keith. “Keith,” I grab his face and turn it toward me, “I love you with all of me. No one can ever change that for me. You have been the brightest source of light in my life and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I just need more time to talk to my family. I want my career to be set in stone so if I lose a couple of clients, I can still support us and save for our family. I know you want to adopt some children. I don’t want our children to have to want for anything. We can’t do that on just your salary, baby. I want us to be a happy, well off family.”

“I know baby, but I still want you to be mine. You won’t allow me to post any pictures of you and it’s just frustrating. Moving in together will save us a lot of money.”

“Baby, we have talked about this. You know I don’t do social media. That’s not my style. And we can discuss moving in after the New Year.”

“Yea, I know, honey. Ok, I can wait until after the New Year. Let’s just enjoy this dinner. I don’t want to spoil this night with an argument.”

Keith finishes his statement just as the waiter brings our food and drinks over. We dive into our meal and don’t speak another word about it.

I transfer three thousand dollars into Keith’s account. This was another difference between Keith and Tay. Keith spent money like it was water. I always caught myself giving him money or paying a bill that was overdue. Tay is very conscious about what she spends her money on and if she needs more, she finds a way to make it work. I love that about her. It makes me want to give her the world. She works so hard to get where she is in her life.

“Baby, check your phone.”

Keith checks his phone and smiles. He knows I will take care of him, that won’t change, unless I decide to give my entire being to Tay. As much as she makes me smile and I admire her, I am terrified to give myself to her, to either of them. They both give me so much. Why should I have to choose?

We walk out and I walk Keith to his car. He grabs on me. My dick jumps for Keith. He always has that effect on me.

“I know you can’t spend the night, but let me show you how much I appreciate you. Get in the car.”

I walk around to the passenger side and get in.

Keith unzips my jeans and starts to stroke my dick up and down with his hands. He then puts his mouth on the tip of my dick, he swirls his thick tongue around the tip and licks the pre-cum off my tip. I roll my head back, this man had a way with his mouth and I couldn’t get enough of it. Keith starts to deep throat me as I grow longer and harder. He uses his jaw muscles to make his mouth extra tight around my member and it makes me moan.

“Baby, just like that. Don’t stop.”

Keith loves this encouragement. He goes harder. He strokes me faster and works the tip of my dick with his mouth. He spits on my cock and starts to do a pepper grinder motion on my dick with his hands. I feel the orgasm growing in my belly.

“Baby, keep going. I’m about to cum.”

Keith goes twice as hard. My toes start to curl and I can feel the pressure growing in my fingers. I grab the back of his head and force my length down his throat. I wanted him to choke on it and love every second of it. He did just that. The tingle in my fingers starts to spread to my dick. I slowly feel that familiar tingle in the bottom of my dick. It starts to increase and I slowly begin to see nothing but black.  I burst my load right in his mouth. Keith swallows every drop and licks up anything left on my shaft. I love this man.

“Baby…” I say breathless, “that was great. I love when you want to be spontaneous like that. You never do this. I like this side of you. Where did this come from?” I ask as I clean myself up and zip my jeans back up.

“Well you keep telling me and showing me how much you love me; I want to always feel like I am meeting your every need. I don’t want you to ever have to question how deep my love for you runs. You are my moon and stars. So you keep up your end of the deal and I will keep mine.  You will get a lot more of that.” He says and then he gives me the most sensual kiss.

“I love you, Keith. I don’t know where my life will be without you. I will text you when I get home.”

His response, “Nice shoes. I haven’t seen those before.”

I hop into my car and race to my house. I needed to shower and then go over to Tay’s.

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