DJ stared at the note for a minute. His mind was racing trying to figure out a few things. What he knows is this isn’t Payne playing a trick on him because Payne’s signature is sloppier than this person’s. The note had to have been placed there last night because there was a morning dew. If the note had been recently placed there he wouldn’t have felt the moisture in the paper.
In DJ’s mind there were only two options to consider. This was either a mistake or his dean has figured him out.
But right now, DJ couldn’t spend the time to think about this. He had left Payne’s apartment enough times to know how much time it would take him to travel from Wesley to Dawn, grab his books and walk to class. When on campus, there was also the expectation that he would run into students who wanted SGA leaders to know their names.
DJ had developed the skill of remembering names after a few Dawn students cussed him out because he couldn’t remember their names. He picked up a trick from his Aunt Mary. His aunt was the first person in his family to attend college and was probably the push his uncle and mom needed to attend a university. In some respect, she brought some distinction to his mother’s family. His aunt once taught him that as a preacher’s wife, she was expected to know people’s names as well. The trick was association and conversation.
DJ’s memory was near perfect. He could recall whole conversations, word for word. All he had to do then was remember people’s faces then associate all those things to help him recall a name. What really made people like him was after the conversation was over and they were about to walk off, DJ would add something like, “Oh, how is your grandmother? The last we spoke you said she was in the hospital.”
Remembering those small things and holding conversations brought a true contrast between him and Ivory. Students always felt more compelled to talk to him than Ivory. It was frustrating because Dawn students didn’t know he had no power and little ability to address their concerns. The best he could do was share their concerns with Ivory’s Chief of Staff.
After a few conversations, DJ finally made it to his Geography class. DJ hated this class. He didn’t understand why he should take the course if he was trying to become a lawyer and majoring in Political Science. His professor was passionate about it too. Too much. She taught everyday, made them do homework, and actually had activities in class that she graded. She taught like a high school teacher but had expectations like a college professor.
It was confusing and he was at a clear deficit. His high school geography teacher was a high school football coach. He just had them learn the states and countries and their capitals. He really didn’t remember anything else but if asked, DJ could name the countries, US states and most of their capitals. He could even recall the shapes of these countries and states.
As DJ settles into his seat and the professor begins teaching, DJ switches his phone back on. He turned his phone off once he got to Payne’s last night. As his phone slowly powers on at least 30 text messages pop up. His line brothers created a group and they had at least 20 texts. Apparently, he missed a meeting they called last night. Five texts from his big brothers asking him to do something and a few texts from his friends from this morning.
Two of his line brothers are freshmen and they are use to staying up late. DJ is the only Junior in the group. Two are seniors and two sophomores. One senior has a girlfriend, the almond-colored guy. His name is Guy and he is exactly as DJ assumed. He’s trying to dictate things. He’s actually glad he wasn’t able to respond to the messages as they were sending them because he probably would have said something about it.
As he continues to read the messages he realizes Guy mentions his name along with the others who didn’t attend this impromptu meeting. Apparently, DJ, Jackson, and Richie didn’t attend the meeting. Guy is basically calling into question whether they are dedicated to this process. But the discussion changes so DJ sees it as improper to bring the conversation back to something like that now that damn near twelve hours has passed. But what DJ knows now is that bitch keeps coming for him.
DJ pulled out the history given to him and begins placing it in his “brain”. He knew he could get the class notes from some of his classmates so he didn’t need to pay too much attention to what was going on in class. As good as his memory is he also had to study real hard to remember things if he was expected to learn it long term. His long term memory was altogether different from his short term memory.
Some of the information Payne shared with him wasn’t part of the “history” DJ’s dean shared with them from last night.
DJ laughed under his breath in class because as he whipped out his notes from last night he recalled what happened in his dean’s room.
*******
All of his line brothers were called into his dean’s tiny room in the frat house. It didn’t take long for the room to fill with their different scents, a fact their dean didn’t mind mentioning. Quincy, DJ’s dean, had a Spartan room. Everything had its place and there were few possessions to admire. The room really didn’t share much of his personality. The floor was clean and without any trash of any kind.
While Quincy is giving them information to learn, he calls in one of his line brothers to recite a poem in the way he would like it recited. “Kylic! Kylic! Come to my room. I need you.”
In walks Kylic. Kylic is the Adonis of the chapter. It is clear Kylic is fresh from the shower as beads of water stream down his body from his head down to his towel. His towel was wrapped around his waist, soaked from the water. But it was a worn towel, not thick at all. It was so thin you could see the print of his dick. Because DJ and all the members of his line were seated on the floor of Quincy’s room, none of them had a choice but to look in awe at what was there for them to see. As he moved his tall slender body, pivoting from foot to foot, their eyes moved with every motion as it danced across his thigh. When Kylic realized they were looking he grabbed his balls through the towel, pushing that glory stick even closer to their eyes, though still hidden by the towel. In unison, they all rocked back as if it was going to hit them. Amazingly, Quincy continued to talk completely unaware of what just happened.
When Quincy finally stopped talking, Kylic complied with Quincy’s request. He asked the short, muscular guy with glasses to start it off for him by hitting the floor. The need for that to occur was lost on DJ, but everyone in the room seemed to understand quite well. Kylic’s long thin arms immediately moved from the sides of his body to the front of his chest in one quick motion that could not deny the intensity that later followed. Muscles DJ never knew Kylic had seemed to manifest. His face was no longer the crown jewel of a handsome work of art but of a tortured state of fury and that was followed by words and motions that seemed to sound like the poem Quincy had just given them.
DJ noticed his line brothers were no longer transfixed on Kylic’s most memorable body part but were now watching his body move. DJ only wanted to watch that salami jump around.
By the end of his performance, DJ finally understood what was happening. He was being asked to learn information, spit it out and look like a damn fool in the process. Nonetheless, it was still new information Payne hadn’t shared with him. Plus he had to learn the names of every member of the chapter without seeing their face and their line names. They were also expected to learn members of the chapter who had already graduated. In all, they had to learn names from over the past six years’ worth of lines, which meant that was nearly 75 names.
*******
It clearly was too much information for DJ to learn all in one day and still be expected to maintain academically and socially. The demands they seem to want to place on their “aspirants” were too unrealistic, DJ felt.
After class, DJ realized his line brothers could not do some very basic things he could do while on his campus. He could talk to women, eat whatever he wanted, walk on grass, and he could socialize in anyway he wanted. DJ knew that luxury would likely come crashing down on him though. Until that day, he was going to do what he wanted to do.
DJ spent the next few weeks spending time with his line brothers, learning how they lied - and how bad they were at it, sneaking off to Payne’s apartment and carrying on with his life as always while at Dawn. In that time, the chapter added another person to their line. His name is Seven and from Great Britain. He was born in Chicago but lived most of his life in the UK. His accent was very thick because it was a mixture of British and Nigerian accents and at times made it difficult for the big brothers to understand him during sets. DJ and Seven became close. DJ couldn’t identify why that was but it was happening. DJ wasn’t sexually attracted to Seven but out of all his line brothers, Seven was an intellectual and DJ was always drawn toward people who could express themselves in such a way.
After about a month’s time online, his line was told there would be a ceremony the next night. They were told that all information that had been given needed to be learned or that individual would not proceed. They were assured that the ceremony was just a formality and nothing serious would happen.
As was customary, DJ’s line brothers met up at Jackson’s house just before any set. Jackson was DJ’s backdoor. DJ had grown to like Jackson. Jackson was in the military so he had these dark chocolate muscles that seemed to pop out of every shirt Jackson wore. But he had these really thin legs and bald head. Jackson must have gotten into a lot of fights because one of his two front teeth had a cap on it. There was nothing about Jackson DJ found appealing. Not his muscles, bald head or his capped tooth. But Jackson was nice to him and DJ found that to be a trait worthy of his friendship.
*******
DJ would never tell Payne this but often when they were lined up, DJ would feel Jackson from behind - rock hard. That didn’t alarm DJ because DJ could get hard at any moment. What first alarmed DJ was the fact that Jackson had to know he was hard and since he was behind DJ Jackson controlled the distance they had between them. Secondly and most importantly, Jackson would often squeeze DJ’s ass and once when they were blindfolded, with no big brothers in the room, Jackson once squeezed his dick - and held on to it long enough for DJ to become aroused and still Jackson continued to hold it.
DJ never mentioned it because he actually enjoyed the attention. He knew he wasn’t attracted to Jackson and Jackson wasn’t really attracted to him. He was more curious from the perspective of someone who was hypersexed. Jackson had set himself up as a male whore. Everyone knew Jackson had sex with different women almost every night. He prefered white women because they were so easy. Jackson wasn’t the most attractive guy on the line. In fact, he was probably tied for the most unattractive. But he had a great personality.
Recently, when they were sitting on a couch at a big brother’s apartment, they were expected to sit according to their number. Jackson always found a way to have DJ in some sort of casually intimate position. For some reason, no one ever picked up on it because it seemed so casual. Both DJ and Jackson have slender to medium builds while some other line brothers were a bit bigger, either from their muscles or because they were overweight. DJ assumed people simply thought Jackson and DJ were just giving their line brothers more room.
But the first time this happened, DJ tried to give Jackson more room. But Jackson forcefully moved DJ back to position and added his right hand to the bottom of DJ’s right ass cheek, leaving his left ass cheek on Jackson’s right thigh. DJ swung a look to Jackson but all he did was displayed this wide grin - exposing his capped tooth - because they both knew DJ couldn’t make a sound or move too fast without there being a bigger issue. It was clear he wanted their bodies to touch.
This first happened the night they were made to go to Payne’s apartment - the night before the ceremony. The situation was nerve wrecking for DJ because he didn’t want Payne to explode. Then DJ realized why Payne didn’t realize how close Jackson was to DJ, he was too busy lusting over Guy. His eyes and grin were always fixed on Guy. Guy is the almond colored line brother who wanted all the attention on the line but always seemed to have a reason for not being present during sets. DJ knew that n**** was scary but none of his line brothers knew how to call him out on it.
Now, DJ has his opening. DJ really wasn’t jealous of the fact Payne was lusting over Guy. He expected it. If DJ were ever really forced to admit it, he found Guy to be physically attractive as well. However, his attitude is stank but none of the big brothers knew it. So, seeing a way in which he could bring Guy down a size, he decides to act upset about something. He only needed Payne to see it once because he knew Payne would ask later.
After at least five minutes watching him lust after Guy, Payne finally notices and stops immediately to ask in front of everyone what the matter was. DJ says, “Oh, nothing.” It was short and crisp. Payne knew “Oh, nothing” meant he was about to get it. But Payne didn’t understand what he could have done. Basically, Payne lived his life believing people were just not smart enough to understand his true motives. The truth was that Payne’s motives were all too very clear to people. Payne cared about Payne, first and foremost, and everyone knew it.
But Jackson assumes DJ is responding to his hands cupping his ass. He quickly moves his hand but places it between DJ’s thighs as if to prop himself up to avoid falling. This Payne sees. Jackson stretches his back so the motion seems casual considering they are all on top of each other. Payne’s eyes of jealousy subsides and he continues with the history lesson.
*******
After going over history at Payne’s, DJ goes back to Dawn instead of doubling back to Payne’s apartment.
This has been planned out. DJ knew prior to going to Payne’s that he’d have to spend a night in his actual dorm room. Both he and Payne had agreed that was a safe precaution, under the circumstances.
The next morning, all of his line brothers are busy with tasks they had been given to prepare for tonight’s ceremony. DJ has the easiest task, he simply has to buy paint. Because he isn’t local to the area, his other line brothers pick up a heavier role in the tasks. However, he has to let them use his car so he is stuck on the campus until they pick him up. DJ goes to class as he normally does. He visites Student Government and prepares for next week’s Senate meeting. He eats lunch with this friends in the cafeteria. Later, he watches Young & the Restless with his friends before going to dinner in the cafeteria. This is shaping up to be a good day - like it used to be before he was on line.
After dinner, all his friends walk back to their dorms and dorm rooms. DJ is no different. DJ expects to get to his room, change into a white t-shirt and roll out. But that is not what fate has in store for him. When he walks up the stairs, he can hear someone in his room. That isn’t out of the norm. But he doesn’t hear his roommate’s voice. Instead, he hears a voice he’s heard before but he can’t place. What’s strange about the situation is that he isn’t hearing his roommate’s voice. The voice he can’t quite place is the voice that dominated the conversation. His roommate isn’t one for long conversations so that doesn’t catch his attention. His roommate is rather selective about who he calls friend and his friends are a lot like him, they are all respectful when it comes to talking. No one ever dominates a conversation.
As DJ walks closer to the room, he decides to use the restroom. The bathrooms are located on the other side of his dorm room so he keeps walking through a door that separates the two upstairs dorm rooms found in the stairwell. When he returns this time there is no talking. He just assumes the person left. DJ and his roommate never really lock their door. Between the two of them, the whole dorm knows them and there isn’t really anything in their room besides a 19” tv that no one would want.
When DJ walks in all seems normal. Both their beds are well made. The blinds are opened to windows perfectly positioned to overlook the path between the cafeteria and the dorm. Because the sun had recently set, the sky had taken a purplish color that DJ thinks is very nice and calming. That is the case until he notices someone sitting at his desk, wearing flip flops and shorts in early February. The guy’s head is tilted down, as if he is reading something under the light of his desk - the only light in the room. His left hand blocking his face, but his thick bushy hair and size gives him away immediately to DJ. This is Tommy!
As DJ stands in the doorway, he pauses for a moment. He knows Tommy is shorter than him but he is also more muscular than him and so therefore DJ can’t fight him with a reasonable expectation of winning. But DJ can turn around before he sees him. Just as the thought enters his mind he hears Tommy say, “Come in. I need to talk to you.” DJ complies. Even though DJ knows who Tommy is and what he has done to Payne, Tommy is still his big brother. Tommy can still cause problems for DJ. Hell, he can even cause problems for Payne. DJ is certain not to lock the door.
“So you think you can pledge my chapter and not even talk to me?!”
DJ stutters, “Of course not, Big Brother Time Capsule.” As the words fly out of DJ’s mouth, he also knows not to say them too loud. DJ recalls how in just these short weeks he has been conditioned to a behavior that surprises even him. His body is erect and his arms folded at the elbow to allow his fists to meet at his chin as he speaks to his big brother.
“Don’t do that bullshit here. I just wanna talk to you. But I’m impressed you knew my line name. I pledged six years ago. I’ll let Quincy know you’re on your shit.”
DJ relaxes. That usually means he can look into the eyes of the person talking to him. As his gaze moves onto Tommy’s he sees something he could not have expected. In those few moments, DJ had forgotten what Tommy did to Payne. DJ sees lust and power in Tommy’s eyes. But DJ averts Tommy’s gaze. Tommy walks slowly around DJ. With his right hand, Tommy slides it from the top of DJ ‘s chest to the shaft of his dick. About halfway down the front of DJ’s front side is when Tommy starts to rub down the back side of DJ. This time, Tommy doesn’t pretend to not be interested. As his left hand finds its way down, Tommy slowly caresses DJ’s firm ass.
DJ tenses. Within those seconds, DJ wondered where his roommate had gone to. He also realized just how bold Big Brother Time Capsule is. The blinds are open but the lights were turned off. Still, no man would willingly allow there to be a situation where being caught was so easy a task.
However, both of them know that because of where his room is, they can hear anyone walk up before actually walking inside the room. There is no one to rescue him. Sure, he can fight Tommy but even if he does, Tommy will probably rape him anyway and will have a better chance at controlling him once DJ tires out. DJ reasons he must endure until he faces an opening.
Tommy smiles. With his right hand, Tommy pulls at DJ’s belt until its unbuckled. DJ takes a step back and as quick as that happens Tommy’s left hand catches DJ’s head and hair with such force that DJ can only comply. Conditioned not to respond to the actions of his big brothers, DJ simply prepares his mind for what was sure to happen. Anger and indecision filling his mind and thoughts, and yet pleading with his eyes to the person who holds him.
Tommy smirks. Then Tommy takes his right hand and strikes DJ’s forehead with a slap that holds its pressure on DJ’s face until Tommy’s right hand slides down DJ’s face. Afterward, with his left hand, he pushes DJ toward his bed. Then Tommy does the unthinkable. He laughs and surprises DJ with what followed.
“I just wanted to see if you was a punk. I liked how you backed away when it was clear I was trying to do something else. And yet, you didn’t break the rules of being on line. Of course we both know you’re gay. But you’ll get my vote tonight. In fact, let me call Payne right now and give him my vote for you. I bet that bitch would appreciate that. You know a few of my brothers think yall fuckin. That’s why I’m here. I’m here to keep an eye out on you. Last night you were here. Tell me something. When you’re inside Payne, does he moan? I remember him moaning a lot.” Tommy has the sickest grin DJ had ever seen on a man before.
Too much was said and done in the last minute or two and DJ doesn’t know what or how to respond to any of it.
Then Tommy grabs his backpack and without saying anything else walks outside.
In the three weeks that DJ has been on line, that was not even the scariest moment. DJ couldn’t allow himself to dwell on what happened or what could have happened. If anything, this entire process is conditioning him to stay sharp and simply move on. And “move on” is exactly what DJ does. He quickly changes his clothes, sends his line brothers a text informing them he is ready. Then, to make certain not to put himself in further harm, he goes back to his friends’ room to wait to hear back from his line brothers.
In that moment, DJ realizes something else too. This process is teaching him to lie better than he is comfortable with. None of his friends even realize he is on line. No one!
Besides the situation in his room, this day is a good day. Tommy would not enter his thoughts again until much later that night. DJ is no longer processing danger in its proper context now that he is on line.
His line brothers were on the campus in less than ten minutes. They decided to pick up the paint without him. One of his line brothers had an uncle who was a brick mason near his campus.
After the ceremony, his line brothers simply want to spend time alone to reflect on all that happened to them that night during the ceremony and no doubt to shower. DJ decides to go back to Payne’s apartment. Plus, he still hasn’t had time to talk to him about Guy. He isn’t quite certain how he should bring it up. It’s clear, a huge part of his life is being consumed by this process.
By this time, Payne had given DJ a key to his apartment. When DJ arrives to the apartment complex he reflexively looks for cars belonging to the men of Epsilon. Without finding any, he hurries to Payne’s apartment because his line brother, Richie, the white guy, lives right across from Payne with his nosey wife.
She has caught DJ going to Payne’s apartment before. She has insinuated she knew what was going on but DJ deflects every suggestion. He quickly unlocks the door and rushes inside.
DJ rushing in has become a common practice between the two of them. As soon as he closes the door, however, DJ realizes music is on and the lights are dim. The only light in the living room is coming from the bathroom and scented candles around the apartment. There can be no denying what he is expected to do tonight.
DJ couldn’t feign anger now. He made a promise to himself not to ever deny Payne sex. Too many of his female friends used sex to control their boyfriends and time and time again he saw how that ended badly for them. So, when Payne walks out of the bedroom and DJ sees the look in his eyes, DJ simply understands the role he is being asked to assume.
“Why don’t you take a shower.”
“Why do I have to shower alone? Why can’t you join me?”
“Well, Donnie, you just came back from set. You kinda smell and I don’t think that’s what you want to bring into the bed tonight.”
DJ actually found that funny and laughs heartily. “Okay, Payne, I’ll shower but why don’t you join me. We can get started in there.”
“Actually, I showered before set. Plus, I need to finish working on this paper that’s due soon.”
While DJ showers, he notices how the music changes from more recent music to songs from the late 90s. DJ smiles and realizes this must be Payne’s go-to music when he wants to have sex.
Chante Moore’s Wey U is playing. DJ remembers the song well. It was on the Waiting to Exhale soundtrack his mom used to play all the time with her boyfriend during weekend nights they decided to stay in the house. Without realizing, the song makes his body move to the rhythm of the song. DJ quickly dries his hair and chest and ties the white towel around his waist and walks out of the bathroom. DJ can also smell the candles better now that he’s showered. They’ve made love so much to these candles that when he smells them only one thought enters his mind.
Payne is standing at the door waiting on him. Surprised, DJ shows a sly grin. Payne’s Pandora station pauses for the briefest moment then a song DJ hasn’t heard in years comes on: R. Kelly’s Slow Dance. Payne gives DJ a look and they both smile. Payne takes his hand and rolls it down DJ’s neck and slowly moves it down to his towel and tugs on it until it loosens and falls to the floor. Payne pulls him closer forcefully. Now they both stand in front of the bedroom.
DJ wasn’t very thorough in his rush to leave the bathroom so beads of water remain. Payne decides to taste the water with his tongue. As the tip of his tongue slowly dances across his neck, his hands find his waist where the towel once hung. DJ is not the type to shy from these moments.
As Payne concentrates on his neck, DJ uses the moment to slide Payne’s pants off. Once he gets the belt off, the pants fall with force. They can hear the keys in his pocket jingle as they hit the floor and a thud that sounds like a wallet. DJ places his left foot on the pants while his hands slowly slide Payne’s underwear off with his right hand and plays with the happiest part of Payne. DJ once again stands on the underwear with his left foot. Without instruction, Payne slowly moves each foot out of the tangled clothes that lay there. By now, both of their eyes are closed.
The track changes to R. Kelly’s Honey Love. DJ can feel himself throbbing with anticipation. He decides to take over. He pushes Payne against the door forcefully. Payne enjoys it and waits for DJ to join him against the door. DJ kisses him in the mouth until their lips make love. Just as soon as they find their groove he moves to attack the left side of his neck. Payne lets out a sound of relief as if this is the one thing he needs most out of life.
DJ responds to every muscle spasm in his neck in perfect syncopation with the song. When he is satisfied with the level of pleasure he has given him, he slowly moves to pull off his t-shirt then instead of finishing that he catches Payne’s hands and places both on the t-shirt telling Payne to take his shirt off. While Payne realizes what he is being told to do, DJ slowly starts to bend down and as Payne removes the shirt his stomach becomes visible so DJ returns the favor from earlier. He places his tongue down the center of his stomach.
Payne’s head slowly shows more of his Adam’s apple in anticipation of what he knows is to follow. DJ is now on his knees. When DJ meets Payne’s lovely little friend he grabs it with one hand then licks his balls. The sensation gives Payne visible pleasure. That excites DJ. DJ waters his mouth and as he does Payne slowly dips his body to allow him more access. But this time, DJ is done with that part of his body, he decides he wants to taste it.
He allows his tongue to wet every part of it as quick as he can. DJ takes his left hand and slowly moves it to Payne’s right nipple and times the touch of his hand on his nipple with the warmth of his mouth. He concentrates his initial efforts on the head. Payne buckles under the sensual nature of the moment.
By this time, both men know the other’s body quite well. The effort of this sweet pleasure is appreciated. DJ can taste how happy Payne is. When enough precum finds itself inside his mouth he stands and kisses Payne in the mouth. Payne immediately knows what he is tasting and greets it with delight.
There is an unstated understanding between the two. Neither of them judges the other for the acts they experience sexually. In fact, neither of them ever really discusses what they want or don’t want sexually. They simply seem to allow the other to introduce it to them and both are okay with the arrangement.
When DJ has enough of the kissing, he takes a half step back and in one quick motion allows all the force he can muster to connect with Payne’s body. The force catches Payne off guard. Initially, he’s angry. But midair, the light of the candles in the bedroom catches DJ’s eyes. DJ is every bit in control in this moment. He wasn’t scared or showed he was to be intimidated by Payne. He knew what he was doing. He was dominating Payne. Payne allowed it.
When Payne lands on the bed he doesn’t say a word. DJ walks to him and lifts his left leg. DJ slowly pulls the left sock off. This is not something Payne would like but he put himself in a place to allow DJ to do whatever he wants. DJ places both of his knees on the bed and slowly begins moving Payne’s legs so his toes can be tasted. DJ smiles because in that moment he can see Payne thinks this is the nastiest thing ever. Instead, DJ lets Payne’s big toe connect with his mouth again. Payne’s leg contracts with what he is feeling. DJ laughs.
Payne would never admit it, but he actually enjoys that bit of freakiness. He wouldn’t mind that done again.
DJ then slowly places his leg down. As he does, his tongue finds the crease behind his knee. Payne arches his back. DJ has a sense of pleasure knowing Payne likes something he does. DJ finds himself atop Payne and moving his legs in a spread eagle position. Payne gives DJ a look of defiance that DJ disregards. Payne wrestles for control, which makes them fight for a few moments. As they each moved for dominance, DJ connected with the area between his leg and balls. The fight makes both of them even more intoxicated with passion.
They can hear the song change again. This time Maxwell’s Suitelady starts blaring. The baseline of the song allows DJ the perfect way to assault Payne. This time Payne can not hold in how he feels. “Yes. Yes. Yes. Please don’t stop.”
Payne calms down and accepts the ravaging DJ is inflicting upon him. When DJ finishes, feeling satisfied with himself that he has pleased his man, he slowly crawls toward Payne’s ears. Payne doesn’t immediately understand what is happening. He is still feeling all that DJ put him through. As DJ continues to crawl, DJ’s dick lodges itself inside Payne’s mouth. Payne moves slowly on it. DJ stretches his body to find the lube in the nightstand. Once he does, he places a bit in his right hand and promptly places it around and inside his body.
DJ prefers doing this because Payne doesn’t understand how much lube he really needs. Once enough is on and in him, DJ places enough in his hand to please Payne and please him is what he does.
DJ learned long ago that if he didn’t want an hour long session he had to stroke it a while to get him there a lot faster.
Once DJ is satisfied he takes his right hand, closes the lube bottle, throws it on the bed and asks Payne if he’s ready.
In the background, Janet Jackson’s Any Time, Any Place is playing and has already changed the mood. This is the moment.
Payne sits up and quickly finds his strength. It is DJ’s turn to allow Payne to be the man he is. DJ expects it to be rough. DJ doesn’t like it rough at the beginning. He is still very tight and not very used to having sex with someone so big. But tonight he is surprised. This time, Payne throws DJ to his stomach and very quickly places his tongue between his cheeks and takes his time making DJ gyrate in nervous anticipation.
When he is done, he grabs more lube and places DJ’s body in a downward dog position and turns the bottle upside down on the center of DJ’s ass. DJ expects all of Payne to quickly fill his body. Instead, Payne is the most gentle he has ever been. It sets the tone for the best night either of them has shared thus far.
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