“Lawdy, lawdy, friend, I don’t know what I’ma do with you. You know you too much!”
“I’m just saying.” I chuckled but was dead ass serious. “Aside from working, I ain’t been doin’ much of nothin’ foreal, just the usual.”
“We need to get together soon. Justin has to work tomorrow and this weekend, well Friday and Saturday. So, if you don’t have anything planned, you should come over. I’ll cook and make up some Sangria or something. I was watching Tasty’s and saw a recipe for Sangria I wanna try.”
“Ouuu…that does sound fun, friend. But I don’t know about the Sangria though. You always using me as your Guinea pig and shit with ‘dem recipe videos yo ass be watchin’.”
“Don’t front, Shane, you know those recipes be hittin’.”
“Uht…friend…”
“Okay, I’ll admit, I have messed up a couple of recipes. But for the most part, be honest, I’ve also made some really good ass dishes.”
“I’ll give you that. You have created SOME fire ass dishes. But baby! Some of those recipes were epic fails, chile.” I laughed, joking with her. She did fuck up a few dishes though, but we always joked with each other like that. “You know Fridays and Saturdays my busiest days, but for you, I can definitely work thatinto my schedule. Maybe I’ll spend the night Saturday, but I’ll let you know for sure.”
“That sounds good. Welp, I’m pulling up to the house, so I’ll chat with you later. Love you, bestie.”
“Love you, too, girl.”
As soon as I hung up the phone with Ava, I headed straight for the shower. When she called me earlier, I was face down ass up getting the workout of my entire life. All I wanted to do now was jump in the shower and find something to eat. I hadn’t eaten anything since last night, so I was starvin’ like Marvin.
Finishing up in the shower, I headed to my bedroom to find something to wear. I didn’t have any plans on going anywhere, plus I was tired from earlier, so I decided to put on some Tommy Hilfiger lounging pants with the tank to match. Figuring I wasn’t up to cook anything, I decided to order something from Chipotle on Grubhub. As I waited for my food, I fixed myself a Moscow Mule then went into the den to wait for my food to arrive.
Taking a few sips from my drink, I was feeling relaxed, which was just the mood I was going for. Turning on the TV, I went to Netflix to finish watchingOzark. I only had two episodes left, and I was anxious as hell to see what was going to happen next. Just as I was getting deep into my show, my cellphone dinged with a notification. Hoping that it was my Grubhub driver, I got excited, but seeing that it was one of my boos, Dexter texting me, I rolled my eyes then opened the message to see what he wanted.
Dex: You straight?
That was code for can I come over.
Me: Not tonight… maybe tomorrow after work.
Dex: WYD?
Me: Chillin’.
Dex: You good?
I was fine. I was just exhausted from earlier. I really wasn’t up for any more company.
Me: Yeah… hbu?
Dex: Would be better if I could slide. You sound like you not wit it though? What’s good?
Ugh! I really wasn’t up for any more entertaining, but I didn’t want to come across like I was acting funny with him. Dexter and I had been seeing each other on the down low for a little over three years now. We were on the DL because he was keeping the fact that he loved to fuck on men a secret. He had a woman and claimed he was bi-sexual to me, yet he didn’t want anyone to know; weak, but very common. Being a gay black man, it seemed like all I could attract were dudes on the DL. In a way, I was fine with it because I wasn’t trying to be exclusive to just one person, so being in secret relationships or fuckships as I liked to call them, worked out perfectly fine for me.
The only person that knew about the many guys I secretly fucked on was my bestie, Ava. Well, she knew about some of them, and she knew “of” the ones that I promised to keep their identities top secret. I didn’t tell her about ALL of them because some things were best kept to myself. Unlike the men that I saw, I was one hundred percent gay. I had no desire to ever sleep with a woman, EVER! Ava would always say that I reminded her of Jonathan Fernandez fromLove & Hip Hop New York. He a bit more flamboyant than I was in my opinion, but for the most part, I could see why she felt that way.
Part of it had to do with my looks. Jonathan and I did look a lot alike, and in some ways, I guess one could say that we acted alike, a little. I just wasn’t as messy as he was, and I dressed way better and was way sexier than he was. I didn’t wear flashy clothes. I dressed very metro. Makeup was never and would never be my thing. I was more reserved and chill unless I was forced to be messy. Now if pushed, I could be a force to be reckoned with. You go low; I’m taking things to the depths of hell.
So back to Dexter, he was like a suga daddy to me. We were around the same age, so I guess that would have made him a young suga daddy. Dexter’s pockets were fat, and his dick size matched his pockets, so for me, fucking with him was a no brainer. He was a hustler and very proud of it. He loved to floss and didn’t mind spending money and making sure my pockets stayed fat. So even though I really wasn’t up for any more company today, I didn’t want to be shady toward him.
Me: What time you talkin’ about coming by?
Dex: Shit, soon. I have a quick drop to make, then I’ll be on my way.
Me: Ok great. See you then.
Putting my show on pause, I headed to my bedroom in a huff to clean up from my earlier romp in the sheets so that I could change my sheets. I usually didn’t make it a habit to see two men in the same day, but when you fucked around with people on the DL it was like I had to be available whenever they had the time to get away. I guess that was how side chicks felt when it came time to spend time with the men that belonged to other women. Making it to my room, I changed the sheets on my bed then went back to the den hoping to finish watchingOzarkwhile I waited on my food and for Dexter to arrive.
