“Welcome to Atlanta and Thank You for flying Southwest Airlines,” I heard the flight attendant say over the intercom system. As I got off of the plane, proceeding to ground transport with my luggage, I was still in shock that I was able to get away and visit one of my favorite destinations in the States. One of my closest friends, Federico (Rico for short), has been living here for a couple of years now. With the distance increased between us and our schedules, we so rarely get a chance to see one another anymore: However, with New Year’s being one of our favorite occasions to get together and “act up,” I was so fortunate that my best friend received a rather large check from a movie he recently worked on and loves me enough to spend some of it on me. You don’t have to tell me twice to pack my bags for a free trip.
I arrived late Friday morning, around eleven on New Year’s Eve. After waiting outside at ground transport for a short period of time, I noticed Rico’s very distinctive matte black Camaro and quickly made my way over to his ride while screaming: “RICO BABY!”
“SEXY LEXI!!” Rico screamed out of the rolled down passenger window.
He popped his trunk and I placed my luggage in it and swiftly got in the car. We gave each other a quick kiss and long embrace. He’s the only person that calls me “Sexy Lexi.” It’s generally Alexander (Alex or Lex for short).
“MY BOO IS FINALLY HERE!” Rico shouted with excitement.
“I know right. I can’t believe it. Let’s go grab some food I’m starving.” I responded equally excited.
“I already got you covered boo.” Rico replied.
“Ohh you already got it covered?” I gazed at him.
Rico and I met through a mutual friend of ours at a football game I was cheerleading at. I told all of my folks that I had just became captain over all the Seniors (I was just entering my Sophomore year in college) and informed them of the big first game of the season against our rival school. Quite a few came out to support me, which made the moment even greater. After the game, our mutual friend (Trey) introduced us and the rest was history from there. While Trey and I had a falling out, Rico and I remained inseparable.
If you were to ask me, Rico is attractive indeed with an ambiguous striking look. He loathes when people elude that he is exotic (which I constantly argue that he can’t truly be mad because he rather does look as such). I’ve been with him a few times and witnessed the room freeze. Even without his looks, Rico has a charm with the gravitational force of Jupiter: it’s bound to bring you into his orbit if you happen to be close enough. Of-course there was that initial “crush phase” in which we both were infatuated with one another physically, but we never explored anything outside of a friendship (aside from sharing a few nudes here and there).
“You know I do, you’re my boo. So, check this…” Rico began but paused to check his mirror as he zoomed away from the airport pick-up area. “So, you remember I told you my apartment was being remodeled?”
“Yeah, I remember you saying how extra nice it’s going to be.”
“Well… they’re still remodeling and have created a bigger mess than before. Unfortunately, it’s taking longer than I expected. However, I got us a room at the W Atlanta – Downtown for the weekend.” Rico said grinning at me, glancing out of the side of his eye.”
“You’re fucking kidding me! The W! You know that’s my shit!” I yelled in excitement.
“I know, that’s why I picked it for us.”
“You know you didn’t have to do that, you already bought my plane ticket. Like that’s a lot of money.” I said sincerely to Rico.
“I know but it was my way of helping you feel better about having to downsize a little to finish grad school, and you’ve been killing it, on the Dean’s List all year. I’ve been getting booked more for stunt gigs, and the Marvel paychecks are beyond cute, as well as private lessons from the dance studio, so zaddy got you for the weekend.”
I gazed out the window into the slightly sunny December sky with misty eyes before turning to Rico:
“I really appreciate you. I don’t know what I did for the Gods to send me such a guardian angel but I truly am blessed to have you. Now if I could just find a man that is like a clone of you, I’d be straight.” I chuckled.
“I love you to my Sexy Lexi.” Rico smiled. “So, listen, I know it’s still kind of early and you know it’s Friday, so I have a few things to do. I have two private lessons and an audition I’m helping with. I should be done no later than 6:00 pm. I’ve already paid for our rooms, so I’m going to drop you off, and you can just check in. I do think we’re on the same floor.
“Wait, you got us separate rooms?”
“Yeah, I figured with me running around and stuff throughout the weekend due to gigs you could be comfortable, and I know how you like to set up your vanity area.” He chuckled. He was always making fun of me for my skincare and cosmetic obsession, yet, in all the variety of ways he’s seen me, he always told me how gorgeous I looked.
“Plus, I got a really good deal through my agency, so it’s like super mad cheap compared to standard pricing.” He continued.
“Well I won’t argue with that. This weekend is about to be lit! Are you going to be able to make the party tonight? You aren’t going to be too tired, are you? What kind of party is it again anyways?” I fired off questions.
“You know I’m like the Energizer bunny.” Rico laughed and continued. “The party doors open at 9:00 p.m. and it’s a Masquerade party. Think sexy and sophisticated. I’m sure you’ll look great as always.”
“Look great as always?” I thought to myself.
Do I look great always? I definitely knew I was cute, but I never felt as if I am God’s gift to man. I’m shorter than your average guy (five-foot, four inches) with a lean muscular frame, eyes of crystal amber, decently straight and white teeth, and just an overall corky, bubbly personality. I suppose you could place me in the “sexy nerd movement” with my love and career with science but I’ve always been a multifaceted person: dance, cheerleading, track, science, beauty and more. Despite those things, I never seemed “good enough” for most gay men. Or shall I say, at least the gay men that expressed interest in me.
We finally arrived at the W Atlanta – Downtown, and the aesthetic of the building was awe worry even after seeing it so many times. I grabbed my luggage out of Rico’s trunk and swung around to the driver side.
“I may have to run and get some things but that will give me something to do while you’re zipping around.” I said and continued. “What time should I be ready?” I asked him
“I’ll be done around 6ish so be ready by 9ish. I’ll be going home after everything to get some clothes, then coming back here to check in and to get dressed as well.” Rico said.
“Sounds like a game plan to me. See you later this evening.” I said proceeding to the large building to check in.
I started my short journey to the counter to begin my check-in process. The staff of course were friendly. I found out that I would be in a Cool Corner Room, which I later discovered, has floor-to-ceiling windows with a view of the city and skyline that makes you want to have a glass of wine, curl up in a chair, and drift off into your thoughts. After completing check-in, I progressed towards the elevators, only to hear…
“Lex, is that you?” the deep, yet familiar voice stated. I looked up and sure enough.
“Oh my God.” I said after turning around. “MAGNUS! What are you doing here?” I walked over towards him, standing in line.
I looked up at his towering frame and he looked just as phyne as the first time I seen him on campus. Magnus was an international student from Sweden when I first encountered him, who stood an astonishing six-foot-six (against my five-four). He not only was recruited as a star Futball player, but excelled at Basketball as well. His skin was a toasted caramel tone and if you didn’t know any better, would say it was “full coverage.” To see him shirtless was like gazing in front of a Pablo Picasso painting. If this former cheerleader were to date a jock, it would have been him. Well, if possible. His accent alone makes me want to do a double back-handspring back-tuck right on the “D.” However…
“I actually live in Atlanta now, I landed a job as an Actuary, and I just couldn’t resist the offer. I also do coaching as well but only for Basketball.”
“I never would’ve guessed you were that good at math.” I teased and continued. “If you live here, why are you checking into the W? You got a sidepiece coming through on yo girl?”
“You’re so simple.” He laughed. “The plumbing in my shower ruptured and is getting repaired but won’t be done until tomorrow afternoon, so I decided to get a room for the night. My bro and some friends of ours decided to kick it later since I had a bad break up with my ex-fiancé not too long ago. I decided with the New Year, it would be a perfect time to celebrate a new chapter in my life.”
“Next in line please.” We heard the woman at the counter shout.
“Hey, I’m so sorry, would you mind giving me a moment to check in? I don’t want to hold up the line. Wait for me, will you?”
“Ummm…. Sure.” I responded slowly with what I’m sure was an obvious confused look on my face.
I suppose you could say Magnus and I developed a bond in an interesting way. He was one of the few players on the basketball team that always stood up for me when his other teammates felt the urge to spew their homophobia and negativity towards me. He even provided me a comforting shoulder after he discovered me crying on a massive rock not far from our dorm building. I had just got dumped by my boyfriend at the time and did not take it so well. It was so late at night that I didn’t think anyone would hear, let alone notice me. Yet there he was, Magnus, being the tall Prince Charming if I ever knew one, listening to me cry and sob how I felt like the sky was falling, while encouraging me that I am more than worthy and “niggas ain’t shit sometimes.”
After that, I felt compelled to repay him somehow. I bought a six-pack of Miller Lite, knocked on his dorm door, and offered it, giving my thanks. I didn’t expect for him to invite me in to join him for one (that ended up being all six bottles). While initially I found his kindness strange (as straight men tend to bring hostility into my world), as we learned more about one another, I couldn’t help but to acknowledge I felt safe and protected in his presence. I still kept my guard up to avoid any possible confusion. I couldn’t possibly do anything other than be friends with him. You know what they say, “dealing with trade, will catch you a fade.” I personally wouldn’t consider Magnus “trade” though, he’s just a heterosexual man that’s comfortable with himself. HETEROSEXUAL, nonetheless. We hung out two other brief times after that throughout the year and then he graduated. I never heard from him again. Granted that was approximately four years ago but you would think in the age of the social media craze, we would have somehow found each other: wrong.
“Now, where were we?” Magnus examined.
“I was just going to say, that if anyone knows about starting a new chapter, it’s me, but I hope that you and the bros don’t cause too much trouble, it is after all New Year’s Eve.”
“Well not so fast, what are you doing here? How have you been?” Magnus asked.
“Well… I’m here visiting one of my best friends and there’s apparently some event he wants me to go to with him. I figured I could certainly use the break, with grad school, researching, and work. Outside of that, pretty boring.” I chuckled nervously.
“So, you became a scientist after all, what exactly do you do?
I went on to explain the details of being a Medical Laboratory Scientist. The academic journey, being a MLS major and Chemistry minor. I also detailed quite a bit about the chemical, microscopic, and bacteriologic diagnostic tests and assays I perform, while also mentoring technicians in their quest to become a scientist. I could see Magnus examining me as I spoke.
“Why are you grinning like that?” I stopped mid-sentence, laughing. You would’ve thought he was the Cheshire Cat.
“You’re still the same and it’s just, I don’t know.” He said bashfully. As did I.
“The event tonight is a Masquerade Ball.” I switched gears.
“Sounds like my kind of party, what time is it?”
“Oh, I’ll be leaving around 9ish. My best friend has a room here as well but had some work to do.”
“It’s only 12:45 pm.” Magnus said while looking at what appeared to be a very expensive watch and continuing, “Do you have anything you have to do until you and your bestie leave?”
“I do have to run over to the mall and get some things. I was also going to have a bite to eat as well because I’m sure I’ll be drinking later.”
“Well, if you want, we could kick it together. I wouldn’t mind taking you were you needed to go and I’ll even get you whatever you want to eat, my treat.”
“Oh, I couldn’t ask you to do that. I mean Lenox is not far from here, I could walk or Uber. I was just going to eat there.”
“Ah come on, we could catch up some more. You know we never really did get a chance to hang out much since I graduated before you.”
What was Magnus up to? Here I was again, over-analyzing. It wasn’t like I had anything huge to do and it wasn’t like he was bad company. Besides, his treat, right?
“Well I did just land into the city and was going to freshen up before I ventured out.”
“That’s cool. I don’t mind waiting. I can go to my room and get settled in the process.”
“Sounds like a plan to me.” I stated.
We both made our way towards the elevator. We were the only two waiting. As it arrived, and we got in, I pressed the button for the twenty-third floor.
“What floor are you going to?” I asked.
“The same one as you.” Magnus smirked. How ironic was that.
“Why don’t you put your number in my phone.” Magnus said, handing it to me. “I’ll call you so you can have my number.”
“What do you think I’m going to do, give you the wrong number or something.” I joked.
“I’ve had a few shorties give me the wrong number before.” Magnus laughed. I thought to myself how hard that was to believe. I mean he was legit phyne, and I personally don’t use that word loosely. I could only imagine the number of women (I’m sure some men too) that tried to get a piece of Magnus’ Magnum.
“Well shit you could’ve had my number years ago if you asked, but fortunately, I’m only a shortie in the vertical sense.” I teased.
“I guess the important thing is, I have it now.” Magnus smiled showcasing that dazzling set of pearly-whites.
The elevators doors opened and we proceeded to get off.
“Yeah yeah, I’ll see how important it is to you by how much you use it. In the meantime, I’m heading to my room to get ready. I shouldn’t be longer than an hour.” I said going towards the opposite direction of Magnus.
I finally got to my room and it was everything I needed it to be. I thoroughly enjoy a variety of aspects of nature, being an Earth sign, so to have such beautiful views only makes my soul smile. I didn’t want to keep Magnus waiting entirely too long. Generally, I do like to take my time, but he was nice enough in offering to take me to run my errands, so I felt it’s only polite to be as haste as possible. As I undressed, pondering what I would wear while venturing out with the Prince Charming from Sweden, I couldn’t help but to also ponder what an unexpected surprise it was running into him.
I advanced to shower and do my usual grooming process. I decided to add one of my favorite “quick glow-up” skincare products by Sunday Riley: Good Genes. I had already intended to be extra “snack-ish” this weekend, but with the unexpected run-in with Magnus, I felt compelled to be even more polished than he previously saw me. After showering and completely getting dressed, I wanted to do something different with my hair. It was currently curly, a tad above my shoulders in length if blown out, with the sides cropped and faded, but something quick would have to do: man- bun it is. I grabbed a hair tie, Argan Oil, and massaged it through my hair while pulling it up. I texted Magnus that I was heading downstairs and would wait for him in the lobby.
After waiting for five minutes, arrived a freshly changed Magnus, dressed in fitted jeans, V-neck graphic tee, DSquared boomer jacket, and high-top Balenciaga sneakers. As he walked over to the chair I was sitting in, I couldn’t help but to envision him walking in slow motion, giving me runway model if I ever knew it.
“Okay, I see you all fancy and stuff.” I chuckled in my corky way.
“Well you know, I knew I was going to be rolling around with a superstar so I had to make sure I was keeping up.” He smiled.
“Oh please, you’re the one with the fancy garments, not me.” I laughed. I was merely wearing black destroyed jeans from H & M, a black and gold graphic tee from Express, black Varsity jacket from Forever 21, and my favorite metallic gold Puma high-tops.
“Nah. Don’t even play. You know you be driving dudes’ crazy and your skin, holy shit, you look flawless man.”
“Well thanks, means a lot coming from “Mister Steal Yo Girl.” I chuckled.
“Shut up. You ready? I already called valet to bring the Range around.”
“Lead the way Alfred.” I said in my Mickey voice from “B.A.P.S.”
As we walked towards Magnus’ very nice Range Rover, I couldn’t help but to acknowledge the energy I was feeling. It was natural and playful. It was as if I had consistently been conversing with Magnus over the years. When we got in the SUV, it definitely solidified my affirmation. We talked and talked: learning more and more about one another. I did inquire why Magnus seemed to be unafraid to embrace homosexual males. He stated that he just believed everyone deserved the right to walk their own path and experience their own journey. He felt it was important to always be what he wanted to receive. I certainly couldn’t argue with that and it certainly explains why I find him to be so grounded.
We arrived at Lenox and browsed various stores. After getting a few last-minute items to complete my look, I wanted to make one last minute stop into one of my favorite stores: Sephora. I didn’t think Magnus would want to come in, but he followed right on behind me. Not only was he seemingly interested in my fascination for all things beauty, but he also wanted suggestions on how to “step his skincare game up” as well. I told him how shocked I was that he even asked considering how near perfect he is now. His skin literally has no blemishes, as if he bathes in Vitamin C infused milk baths all day. After picking out a few new products for Magnus and re-stocking some of my staples, the desire to eat was stronger than ever. We left Lenox at the suggestion of Magnus and decided to eat at one of my favorites, The Capital Grille, although I rarely indulge.
We were able to get a table quickly as the establishment wasn’t crowded. It was perfect for me because while I was hungry, I didn’t necessarily want to wait an extended period of time. Magnus insisted though that we have the opportunity to “sit down and chat some more.” Although, from my recollection, we’ve talked quite a bit. A free meal at The Capital Grille however, I will not pass up. I’m just a sucker for food, among many other things. Our table was located in a quite area near a window. As the hostess informed us our waiter would be with us momentarily, I got myself comfortable.
“Have you been here before? It’s one of my favorite places.” He said gleefully.
“Actually, I have and it’s one of my favorite places as well.” I smiled back.
“I should’ve known you would have. You always had a rather nice style about yourself and good taste.” He said observantly.
“Well thanks, that means a lot coming from. I guess I’m okay.” I said matter-of-factly.
“Hi, my name, is Brandon and I’ll be your server for the afternoon. What can I get you?”
We paused our conversation briefly and quickly glanced at the menu. I was being a bit indecisive and decided to go after Magnus gave his order. It sounded so good and was something I haven’t tried before, I decided to get the same thing. After taking down our order and our menus, Brandon informed us he would be back with our drinks.
“I’ll be back in a flash. You two make a cute couple by the way.” He gushed.
“Oh no, we’re not a couple, we’re just friends.” I said somewhat defensively.
“Don’t be so shy boo.” Magnus said, even rubbing my leg to add for a good show. “You don’t ever have to worry about hiding me.” He smiled and winked.
I was in total disbelief. Now why on Earth is he pulling stunts and shows like this? When Brandon was a good distance away from us, I gave Magnus my best serious face.
“Now why on Earth did you tell that boy that? You know damn well you aren’t even gay and aside from that, you know we aren’t even together.” I voiced sternly.
“Oh, come on.” Magnus started smiling and letting that mesmerizing accent of his captivate me. “What’s wrong with a little fun? Besides if I were going to switch to the other side, you don’t seem like such a bad option.”
“Oh, now I’m an option? Umm hmm I’m flattered.” I said somewhat sarcastically.
“So, did you get everything you needed for the ball tonight?” Magnus asked clearly switching subjects, but I didn’t mind because doing so would allow me time to analyze some thoughts.
“I did. I’m high-key kind of excited. I haven’t put on my best in quite some time, so it will be refreshing. Who knows, I may also meet someone worth dating for once.” I said taking a sip of the newly placed beverages Brandon brought for us.
“What exactly makes a guy dateable for you?” Magnus queried.
“Let me say this, I’m not exactly looking to date. I’m rather open to the possibility of meeting someone I could potentially settle down with. However, I like a variety of guys.” I said rather vaguely.
“Something tells me that you date a lot of nerdy guys.” He said slightly laughing.
“What makes you think that?
“Cause you’re a nerd yourself. A lot of people may not think that about you due to your, high maintenance looking appearance and carefree persona, but the simple fact that you’re the smartest person I know at science, I would just assume you like those intellectual, woke niggas.”
“Woke niggas.” I chuckled. “Well, I’m not opposed to intellectual men either, but all-in-all, what I’ve learned from every failed relationship I’ve had, is that there not only has to be a multidimensional connection, but transparency as well. We can’t claim to love people but be incapable of being vulnerable and fearful to share our desires with someone. How can one ever expect someone else to truly love them if they only know a projection of them?
“That’s difficult to find? I figured you’d have a plethora of good dudes to pick from.”
“In what world do I have a plethora?” I laughed, continuing, “don’t get me wrong, I love me some sex. Halle Berry In “Monster’s Ball,” “make me feel good,” type of sex. There is certainly a plethora of sex, good sex I’m unsure of, sex nonetheless though. Dating however, let’s just say I’m exasperated at all the broken vessels that people carry within them. A lot of guys want to stay bound to the deeply rooted constraints associated with masculinity. My ideal boyfriend won’t even ask me if I’m masculine or feminine. That would be a great start actually.”.
“I feel those are all very good attributes to have. Anyone would be lucky to have you.”
“You know Magnus, I’m sure a lot of people say the same thing about you.”
“They do, and it’s true, anyone would be lucky to have me, but I wasn’t lucky to have me. I spent so much of my life trying to, not only have a good life and provide for myself, but for my family back in Sweden as well. I just needed to be truly on my own. To really explore. That’s one of the reasons I decided to take the job here.”
“I’m sure you have been exploring. All these Georgia peaches walking around.” I laughed.
“Well, the women definitely are thick for sure, but …” Magnus stopped due to being interrupted by Brandon delivering our food. We looked over everything briefly and stated everything seemed okay. Brandon said he would be back in a bit to check up on us. We must’ve both been so hungry that we totally got distracted by the food. We didn’t even pick back up our conversation. Brandon checked in periodically. By the time I had realized we hadn’t said a word to one another in a period of time, we we’re both glancing up at each other with finished plates.
“That was so good.” I said licking my lips.
“It’s definitely one of my favorite. I told you that you would like their Sesame Seared Tuna.”
Brandon delivered the check and quickly cashed us out. We thanked him and while Magnus wasn’t looking, I slipped Brandon a twenty-five-dollar tip and thanked him for being so polite. He in turn slipped me his number and stated that since Magnus wasn’t my man that I should call him some time. I smiled and slipped the paper in my pocket and darted after Magnus. Maybe I would call Brandon. Shit, it’s not every day a man has the balls to give me his number. He was after-all a sexy chocolate drop. After getting in the car and noticing the time, I figured it would be a good idea to get back to my room so I could have time to unwind and recharge before the night.
Driving back, Magnus and I discussed a variety of other topics. Sports being one of them, but I didn’t mind listening and learning more. After all, being a former cheerleader, you kind of have to pay attention, or at the very least, fake it like you are. It was also quite charming to see the passion Magnus had speaking about the topic, clearly well versed. When we arrived back to the hotel, I couldn’t thank Magnus enough for going out of his way for me.
“I really appreciate that man. Like seriously. That was really nice of you.” I reiterated.
“It was no problem at all. Gave me a chance to actually kick it with you.”
“Well as you eluded to earlier in the day, there is no time like the present. It would be nice to have a straight homeboy again.”
“Well consider us homeboys then.”
“Alright homeboy, I’m about to crash. I’ll see what you’re up to when I get up from my nap. Maybe if I can find a connect I could smoke a blunt before the event.”
“You smoke weed?” Magnus asked rather loudly.
“Sheesh. Yell it for China to hear you. Yes, I do, what’s it to you?”
“Nothing at all, I just didn’t think you did.” He said. “I do as well, I got this fire Jamaican connect. It’ll blow yo socks off.” He laughed.
“As if you didn’t already come through earlier, you’re pulling through now. You’re the real MVP.” I said throwing my hands up praising, as if I just caught the spirit.
“I will most certainly hit you up after my nap.”
“Alright. Bet.” He said before disappearing towards his room.
I couldn’t help but to smile as I got to my room and dived back first on the plush bed. I wasn’t going to read too much into my afternoon with Magnus, but it certainly was nice just to hang around a guy that knows how to be a gentleman. He opened doors for me, always made sure I was comfortable and had what I needed. Shit, don’t let his ass turn up gay. I will definitely try to two-step his way. “Who am I kidding. The odds of Magnus being gay, let’s just say the odds are clearly never in my favor when it comes to love,” I thought to myself before closing my eyes.
I woke up from my nap feeling recharged and ready to freeze the scene. I showered once again, playing one of my most recent musical obsessions, Leikeli47 and her album “Wash & Set” from my iPad Pro. I had never heard of her until my recent musical quest to find new artist, but the moment I heard the lyrics “Kelis is God, so is Beyoncé,” I knew I could rock with her. I mean, obviously, who doesn’t love Beyoncé, but more-so, I’m so obsessed with Kelis (even more than Beyoncé). I proceeded to style my hair:
“(HAIR!) Gives me the power that I need.
(HAIR!) It helps me feel my beat.”
I couldn’t help but to feel my beat. As I was finishing laying out my suit and mask for the night, and throwing on just a simple tank top, joggers, and sneakers, I heard a knock on the door. I knew it could only be Magnus as it was only 7:15 p.m. I texted him my room number and figured this would be a good time for the “ride and smoke.”
“Hey, come on in, I’m just finishing up my face.” I stated, holding the door open.
He came in and allowed the door to close on its own. I continued to vibe to the music, adding the finishing touches to my face. I could see Magnus checking me out when I glanced in the corner of the large mirror.
“Just what are you looking at sir?” I smirked.
“Watching you in all your glory. Not that you need any of that. I’ve seen you on the regular.”
“Well one would assume that you wouldn’t even pay that much attention.”
“Yeah well, I pay attention to practically everything, particularly when it is of interest to me. What exactly are you doing anyways? You said you’d be ready for the smoke and ride. I got us some fire tree.” Magnus stated while holding up a medium sized Zip-Lock bag of ganja, while walking over to where I was standing.
“Well like you said, I don’t need much and I’m done.” I said finishing myself off with some setting spray.
He stood there examining my face for about thirty seconds before he finally said:
“You did all of that only to look like you have nothing on but more perfect?” He chuckled.
“Well the point is for it to look natural silly. Nobody likes cake face, at least I don’t like it on me, I’ll say that.”
“I can dig it. Definitely looks good and natural. You may have to hook me up one day.” He beamed.
“Thanks, now let’s punch it.” I said grabbing my essentials and letting Magnus lead to the way for the smoke and ride.
We got in his Range and he drove like one of your typical hood niggas: seat leaned back more than it probably should and leaning with one arm on the steering wheel. Certainly, a different side to him than earlier. It was mad flashback vibes to my high school days. We found a nice spot not too far from the hotel to smoke at. As if he was reading my mind, he handed me an already pre-rolled blunt and told me to light it.
“This is everything.” I said inhaling and exhaling the vapors. I could feel my mind begin to shut down its firewalls and my body began to relax more. “I haven’t had good tree like this in a minute.” I continued, coughing a bit.
“Well, what’s that you say, I “came through.” Magnus laughed while taking the blunt.
“You definitely pushed through. I just want to say thanks again for letting me hang out with you today. That was really cool of you.”
“If anything, it was I, hanging out with you.” He responded exhaling clouds of ganja and appearing even more alluring than before.
“Well I appreciate the vibe time nonetheless. It was really refreshing. If you were gay, I’m sure you’d be trying to get all in my pants by now. At least that’s what most men try to do when doing things like this for me. They take you to lunch and it’s like “okay where’s my fuck.” I let out a nervous chuckle.
“Nah. I’m not like that. You’re genuinely cool people and I like seeing different sides of you. Those dudes are stupid because they only limit themselves to the physical nature of your being. The smart ones will try to get to know you and by that, I mean, spend time with you because that’s really the only way someone can see who you really are.”
I took the blunt and puffed, gazing out of the window, letting his words dissolve slowly in my mind. “Nope. Don’t do it. Don’t over-analyze. Just enjoy the weed. Enjoy the good energy.” I chanted to myself.
“What are you thinking about? You’re all in deep thought looking out the window.” He noticed.
“I was, just thinking about, what could you and your boys possibly be getting into tonight.” I lied.
We continued to talk and pass the blunt back and forth. After finishing one and smoking another, I learned that Magnus’ friends want to go to a strip club and then head to what is apparently “the most lit hip-hop club in Atlanta.” I inquired if he would be expecting to meet anyone tonight. To my surprise, he stated that he wasn’t really interested in meeting anyone. I told him that even if he wasn’t interested in anyone, I’m sure someone would be interested in him. We finished smoking and made our journey back to the hotel.
Once we arrived, I thanked Magnus again and told him I was going to get dressed and would check on him later. He told me to be safe and not to give my goodies up to no fuck boys tonight. It gave me a nice chuckle at the fact that he was concerned about someone possibly coming back to my room. I told him, no promises. The reality is, I’m single, and while I do love a good romancing, gay niggas aren’t exactly quick to finesse me. Magnus has literally been the only romancing I’ve received in years and that was accidental and on friendly terms. I finished refreshing myself after smoking, brushing my teeth again, and retouching my face, before I heard a knock at the door.
“SEXY LEXI!” You ready boo?” Rico beamed as I opened the door. He was stunning. Absolutely gorgeous.
“Oh my GOD! You look so dope! That suit is so cute on you. I’m always ready for my Rico zaddy.” We both embraced each other in a tight hug. “Let me just grab my things and we can hit it.”
As we made our way down to the hotel lobby and into Rico’s Camaro we started traveling to the venue, a ballroom in the Four Seasons, catching up on each-others day. Rico stated his private lessons were good but went on particularly about a young girl who was apparently on Dance Mom’s and very talented girl, but had a horrible attitude. He also informed me that there would be quite a few industry people at this event as well, so I should be polite as possible because he’s told a variety of people about some of my skills. When it was my turn to discuss, I gushed and was thankful of even mentioning me to such people and I definitely had to pick his brain regarding my unexpected run-in and hanging out with Magnus.
“I think he’s definitely curious about something. I mean the signs seem to be there. He could also just be trying to be a good friend and person.” Rico stated.
“See, that’s what I was thinking as well. I’m just going to do what I generally do when I’m so uncertain about someone: just go with the flow. In the meantime, I’m ready to see what morsels are in the building. I did not get this fancy for nothing.” We both laughed.
Arriving at the venue, it was certainly giving Great Gatsby vibes mixed with Furious 7. It was a nice mixture of sophistication and adult pleasure. Everyone appeared dressed and flawless to capacity. The ice sculptures looked incredible, along with the assortment of decadent foods ranging from shrimp, lobster, caviar, salmon, and steak. There were even GoGo dancers of both sexes, that had their bodies painted with an assortment of colors, but overall, I had not noticed a bad looking one. I wasn’t sure how long we would be in the building, but since I was not really hungry from earlier, I decided to make my way to the bar with Rico in tow. Making our way there, of course Rico gets stopped. I signaled that I was proceeding forward. Rico told me to get us our favorite drinks and gave me some money for the purchase.
I found an opening at the bar and waited for the bartender to make his way down. Listen, he could make his way down, around, and wherever else. Of course, he was shirtless, with slacks on, and a black and red Venetian masquerade mask. I couldn’t help but to be mesmerized by his body the way he owned the arena behind the bar with such suave and grace to his step: vibrating and moving right along with the music. My illicit thoughts got interrupted by an unknown gentleman.
“I’ve been watching you since the moment you came into the door. You must be new here.” The deep voice stated.
I slowly turned around, and while he was wearing a mask, I could tell this gentleman was definitely a looker.
“Well I suppose you could say I’m new. I’m visiting from out of town.” I said, doing my best to serve up my top-notch charm.
“So how much for your services?” He inquired.
“Pardon me, but what services do you speak of?” I asked, preparing myself to read his eyelids back in case the response wasn’t anything positive.
“I know what you handsome, gorgeous, nice body, well put-together young men do, traveling around, coming to events with industry people, “visiting” when really you’re looking for someone like me: let me wine and dine you and show you a fabulous evening.” He responded with the confidence of Tim Cook delivering the latest Apple announcement.
When the thought that this unknown man, who thinks I’m basically an escort sunk into my mind, I felt the destruction rumbling in my vocal cords approaching imminent escape to annihilate this fool in front of me. “Who the fu…” before I could continue I was interrupted by yet another unknown gentleman. Where the hell was Rico with his ole popular ass?
“There you are babes. I’m glad you could find us a spot at the bar. Let’s get some drinks.” The mystery man sailed in, grabbing me by the arm gently towards the bar.
“I would love to.” I said loud enough for the rude “gentleman” to hear me.
“You looked like you could use some saving.” He said.
“Oh baby, you didn’t save me, you saved him. His rude ass had the nerve to insinuate I was an escort. He’s lucky I just didn’t rip his face off.” I responded still rather furious and vexed at the incident.
I suppose the annoyance came from this seemingly being an occurrence. This was just this first time anyone ever boldly said such things to my face. Usually it’s on a dating app and some individuals (generally Caucasian men) feel that throwing money (low amounts of money at that) at men of color that may/do have a “BBC” and/or outwardly “more attractive than the norm” appearance. Generally speaking, if I’m feeling someone and sex happens to be a vibe, then I’ll just have sex. I don’t need to be bought to be a sex slave (or master in some cases) and I’m not even truly against the idea of escorting, but I refuse to be low-balled.
“Well, I’m glad I could have a moment of your time. May I buy you a drink?” The gentleman said interrupting my side conversation with myself.
You would’ve thought I was Shenenah whenever she has to “think about it” and takes a rather longer than usual pause to come to a conclusion while having a conversation with herself.
“Well, I was actually going to buy drinks for my friend and I…” I paused, thinking of Rico’s disappearance and knowing how Rico is, probably networking and flirting. “but sure, I would like that a lot.”
I apologized for my filthy mouth and venting about the incident prior to our meeting and thanked the mystery man for buying the delicious drink. We continued to converse discussing topics like our reason for being here at the ball, in Atlanta, our background, and a slew of other things. I learned that the mystery man isn’t a native but currently lives here and works in athletics. Staring at him, he had rather familiar vibrant emerald green eyes and smooth toasted caramel skin. His facial structure was absolutely astonishing, looking like a real-life three-dimensional sculpture.
“Would you care to dance?” The mystery man asked, well, more like assumed, and gently ushered me by the arm to the somewhat crowded dance area.
Boy did we dance. Fast. Two-stepped. It wasn’t until we slow danced that I truly realized how tall he was. I’m not sure if I have a sign on me that tells all tall men to come find me, but that certainly seems to be the case. I’m not complaining, but it would be nice to not always feel like I need a step-ladder just to kiss someone. We both agreed that we had enough dancing and decided to go have another drink. Shockingly enough Rico decided to show up. The clock had just struck twelve and he came to yell “HAPPY NEW YEAR” and kiss me. He quickly did an introduction to the mystery man, conversing briefly, before whisking me away. Before I left, I informed the mystery man how much of a wonderful time I had. He gave me his number and said he would like for me to come over tomorrow at his place for dinner. “Two guys giving me their number in the same day? I’m POPPIN!” I chuckled to myself.
“Who was that fine ass man you were just all Coo-Coo for CoCo Puffs with?” Rico asked with vast excitement on his face.
“You missed the part where we danced together.” I smirked coyly.
“Wait, yall danced together? He asked you to dance?” He stated shockingly with his mouth slightly open, gagging.
“You know I’m never the person who men come up to. I’m just as shocked as you.”
The night continued to go on with a great vibe surrounded by great music and beautiful people. Rico and I were finally back to our original dynamic duo selves: having drinks and all over the place conversation. I met with some of industry friends: one being over the writing department at a major studio, another a manager of a special effects makeup studio, and a fellow stunt coordinator. Rico has been encouraging me for years to move to Atlanta, stating he would utilize the knowledge and connections he’s acquired to help make the transition as easy as possible. He even suggested I could stay with him until I got totally solidified. I was still hesitant on making the decision, but I’ve always said if I ever got offered a job here, and it was a decent salary, I would take it. While, as Magnus uncovered, I am rather knowledgeable in the realm of science, I can’t deny my creative side. It would be nice to have two jobs: one for my love of science, one for my creative obsessions.
After mingling with Rico’s industry friends, obtaining their business cards, we proceeded to say our goodbyes and leave the event to head back to the hotel. During the drive, we had a rather enthusiastic recount of the nights events. From the ass-hole, to the mystery man, to the networking, aesthetics of the venue, and the list goes on. Upon arriving, we gave each other a kiss goodnight and made our way back to our room. I arrived at my room only to find a mysterious box in the corner of the doorway. I quickly grabbed it and made my way inside. I checked the little card tag attached to the box and it was addressed to: “Enchanting Lex.” I opened the box and found a Tiffany’s & Co. box. Inside of it that was an Atlas 2-Hand 37.5 mm watch with a black azuré dial. Along with it was yet another note:
“Hopefully with this watch, you’ll be able to remember the exact time of every great moment to come.”
– Mystery Man.
Could this day get any more intriguing? I collapsed on the bed, trying to get a grip and sort my thoughts. Who on Earth would get me such an expensive watch? I’ve only recently even mentioned watches to Magnus and The Mystery Man at the Masquerade Ball but I was merely just admiring their spectacular watches. Both of them had the same watch (an Audemars Piguet Royal Oak Concept Supersonnerie) but different, due to it being a made-to-order production model. I remember seeing it while looking over a British GQ Magazine while having tea the other morning. I decided I would just undress, shower, and crash. A good rest may provide for a clear mind.
I slept well, awakened by the sunrise. I proceeded to get ready as Rico and I decided that we would go to brunch. I knew I would have some downtime before-hand, so I worked on things for my personal portfolio and wrote a few things in my journal. If there were anyone I could trust wholeheartedly not to judge me, it was my journal. Rico too of course. As if he’s forever reading my mind, I heard a knock on my door. It was him of course. We made our way to the Flying Biscuit Café and found a cute table. After we ordered, we broke our “just awakening” silence.
“So, did you get into anything after we got back?” Rico smirked.
“I should be asking you that, Mr. Popular. You were the one surrounded by the bunnies.” We laughed.
“Yeah but you had “Mr. Tall, Light, and Mysterious” romancing you and shit. I still don’t know what all of that was about.”
“Your guess would be as good as mine. Which ironically enough, when I did get back to my room, I found a box with a Tiffany’s & Co. watch in it.”
“Shut the fuck up. Swear!”
I flashed my wrist. “Swear! I have no idea who it came from.”
“Was there a card or anything?” Rico asked.
“Of course, but you know it didn’t much details. Not enough for me to concluded exactly who it came from, but it was addressed to me.”
“Do you think it came from Magnus?”
“I was thinking that. I also thought the Mystery Man from the ball, but why would either of them get me such an expensive gift? I mean, I’m okay, but isn’t this a bit much? Also, how would the mystery man know where I was staying? I don’t recall telling him, but I mean, I was pretty buzzed. Magnus hasn’t even responded to any of my text. I figured he met some girl last night while he was out with his boys.” I looked at Rico with a “give me guidance” look on my face.
“Well, the only way to know is to ask. Besides what’s wrong with a gift here and there? It’s not like you’re not worth it.” Rico said matter-of-factly.
“You’re always saying that and I know you are just being a sweetheart best friend.”
“Well, that too, but no I seriously mean it. Hell, for all you know, it could be from me.” Rico grinned.
“Ha ha, I’m sure.” I said rolling my eyes as our brunch got served to us.
Over our meal, I went on further to explain to Rico about my dinner invite this evening. Rico felt I should go, despite my concerns that I never got to see this Mystery Man’s face before we left the ball. He argued, after recapping the facial and body structure of the individual, that it couldn’t possibly be that bad, at least physically speaking. I told Rico he must not have heard the saying “All that glitters isn’t gold.” I’ve definitely been bamboozled before by seemingly attractive men.
Rico and I left brunch and decided to catch a movie. We both are obsessed with them, particularly ones with heavy action sequences such as the recent Marvel movies. Oddly enough, we decided to catch Thor: Ragnarok. We shared our thoughts about the trailer and both agreed that it solidified that this movie was a must see. After the movie, which was everything I needed and more, we decided we would head back to the hotel so I could get ready for my dinner date. Rico said he was going to go on a date as well with a gentleman he met at the ball.
Once I got back and re-dressed, I texted the Mystery Man to confirm the location and time. Once he responded, I did a screen capture to send to Rico, just in case I happen to come up missing. I also told Rico I would send my location in case the address happened to be different from what I provided initially. You can never be too safe these days. I may have a nice solid lean muscular frame, but I am rather shorter than your average guy, and for some reason people like to try it. My Uber arrived at the nicely constructed home in Roswell, and I proceeded towards Mystery Man’s house. I suppose after-all you can get pretty good real estate here for half the price as it would be in another large metropolitan city.
When I was about to press the door bell, I noticed a note stating: “Come into the foyer.” I could only think to myself what kind of Saw/Jigsaw games were about to be played here. I figured I would play along, turning the door knob, and prayed nothing out of the ordinary would happen. I opened the door and proceeded inside. At first glance, the place was amazing. I took my shoes off as to not mess up what appeared to be, a very expensive floor. On a stand in the foyer was another note: “Proceed to the dining room: forward and to the left.” I walked forward quite a few feet and made a left, entering a dining room with a very well-prepared marble table. I wasn’t sure what exactly was prepared for dinner, as the dishes were covered. I continued to walk in cautiously, only to be startled by a deep voice behind me.
“I’m so glad you could make it this evening.” The voice said while continuing, “May I get your jacket for you?”
I turned around and I was met with the chest of an individual. Looking up, it was the last person I was expecting.
“MAGNUS! You’re the Mystery Man? This is a joke, right?”
He flashed his famous smile and repeated: “May I get your jacket please?”
I took off my jacket slowly, looking at Magnus with perplexity, as if I was trying to solve String Theory. He took my jacket and informed me to wait where I was. He disappeared briefly down the hall and returned, escorting me to my seat. He grabbed a bottle of wine from the wine cooler and poured us both a glass. As he poured, I looked him over slowly, yet extensively. He wore a white button up shirt, casual, but crisp, that showcased his rippling pectorals and hugging slacks that showed off his, clearly developed lower region. Fortunately, I had a similar wardrobe idea with a twist: wearing a cobalt blue button up and black slacks. I gulped the glass of wine before he could finish getting adjusted in his chair. He subsequently, got up again, poured me another glass, and sat down again. “What a gentleman.” I thought.
“I’m sure you’re wondering how I’m the mystery man?”
“Sounds like a pretty good place to start.” I replied taking another sip of wine, clearly flabbergasted.
“Well, I’m still new to this and still trying to figure things out. I knew when I met you at WC that I wanted to get to know more about you but that was my Senior year and your Sophomore year. I tried to be more forward and transparent then but then got scared at the possibility of rejection. Then I ended up graduating, dating a girl, getting engaged, and just knew I would never see you again. When I ran into you at the W, I felt it was the universe trying to tell me something.”
“So, you’re gay now? Do you still have a fiancé?”
“Yes, I am gay. I knew for quite some-time, just never truly explored it, until recently. I was outed by a guy that I thought didn’t have any ill intentions. Needless to say, he fabricated an affair between us while I was with my fiancé. He always tried to get with me sexually but I wasn’t ready at the time to explore that nor did I want to ruin, what I thought, was a good thing. He used pictures of us together, (nothing more sexual than me being shirtless, in my boxers, passed out drunk) and manipulated the situation as if we were fucking around for some time. Not only did he leak the photos to my fiancé, but to friends and family. I was humiliated. Subsequently I moved, fortunate to be far away enough where I can start a new chapter in my life.”
“That sounds like some HBO movie shit. I’m so sorry that happened to you.” I said somberly.
“I appreciate that. Why don’t we eat before the food gets too cold?”
I plunged into the salmon, Brussel sprouts, and mashed potatoes. Magnus stated he prepared the meal himself, and I’ll admit it was quite delicious. I had to give my compliments to the chef. I went on to inquire about the after-math Magnus dealt with being outed by someone. It felt like an E. Lynn Harris book playing out right before my eyes. I’ve had straight friends before but I’ve never had one that not only ended up being gay, but outed. After devouring the delicious meal, Magnus offered a tour of his place. I politely accepted. It was definitely decorated to a professional quality. According to Magnus, most of it isn’t nearly as expensive as one would think. However, I was inclined to believe otherwise.
The entertainment room was personally my favorite as it showcased various artists plaques and/or vinyl records, including one of my all-time favorites: the 20th Year Anniversary Special Edition Vinyl of “Supa Dupa Fly.” Lord knows ever since Missy said, “I can’t stand the rain,” nor could I. There was a glass wall case with numerous gaming consoles, from Dreamcast, Genesis, Atari, and more, complete with another case just for the games. The room also had a large leather home theater sectional with two other corresponding stand-alone recliners, pool table, aquarium, and to top it off: a custom-designed IMAX Private Home Theater system.
After the tour, we decided to play Xbox One in his entertainment room. We sat closely in the middle of the sofa, had more wine and sparked up some ganja. After a few rounds of Injustice: 2, we kicked backed, listened to music, and sparked up some more. Ironically enough, Magnus and myself have similar musical taste. He too enjoys his Rap/Hip-Hip (2 Chainz is our favorite rapper, outside of Missy for me), but also enjoys the voices of Whitney and Mariah (to name a few). We discussed and debated various music artists and songs. Suddenly, it dawned on me:
“Who was the guy at the Masquerade Ball?” I asked, turning to look at Magnus. His eyes appeared more enchanting when he looked at me, back still to the sofa, head tilted to the side.
“One of my homeboys that happens to be gay himself.” Magnus smiled.
“Wait, I’m going to get to that in a second, you had your homeboy pretend he was interested in me, just so I could show up here only to find out it’s you?” I asked rhetorically with one eyebrow raised extra high. “That’s a bit risky, sir.” I continued.
“It was risky. I’ll admit it was my way of avoiding rejection.” He continued, adjusting his position, now sitting sideways on the sofa, facing me.
“You, thought I, would reject you?” I laughed hysterically, yet was flattered all at the same time.
“I’m sure you’ve rejected people before.” He gave me the side-eye.
“Just as well as you have, but generally speaking, people I reject don’t have houses like this, or a house at all for that matter. Besides, it’s not like I have it all.”
“You do to me. Why else do you think I would go to such lengths to invite you to dinner?”
“That’s because you’re crazy. You’ve only seen a glimpse of me.” I said looking away, staring blankly at the not-so-distant wall.
I felt his hand grab my face and turn my head in a gentle, yet forceful manner. My almost misty eyes, met his vibrant hazel eyes, searching for what to say next. I felt a wave of emotions cascade throughout my being. I’ve very rarely experienced those cinematic romantic moments I’ve secretly wished to come to life. When they did transpire, I could never quite understand how my foolish heart seemed to jump into the deepest of the seas, knowing it can’t swim. Yet here it was, that cinematic moment, staring me in the face, waiting for me to press play.
“What I’m trying to tell you is that, I want to see all aspects of you.” Magnus said before kissing me.
He kept kissing me. I watched, frozen in disbelief and amazement. Before I let the over-analyzing side of my mind kick in, I allowed myself to surrender to the moment, and kissed him back. His eyes opened with surprise and we both laughed briefly and smiled before locking lips again. It was sensual initially, the type of kiss a gentleman will give you goodnight on the first date. Yet the more our lips met and tongues intertwined, the more the level of desire increased. The natural chemistry and romance fused, creating a euphoric sensation. His arms wrapped around me, bringing me closer to him, and he kissed me with more eagerness: enough to let you know that he was hungry for it.
“I’m sorry. I don’t mean to be disrespectful. You just really are so attractive to me.” Magnus paused, halting our heavy make-out session.
I slowly opened my eyes, as I proceeded to have yet another “Shenenah conversation” with myself in my head. “You always complain about how guys aren’t gentleman or romantic enough. Magnus is indeed a gentleman, right? I mean, you’ve felt positive energy from him the moment he allowed you to release your sorrow after your heart broke over that fuck boy. Now here you are, presented with the opportunity but faced with the gamble of potentially ruining it by colliding your physical worlds. Let’s be honest, you’ve already been on a few dates with him, technically. Are you going to gamble, or nah? YOLO BITCH!” I ended my internal conversation and responded to Magnus.
“I don’t think you’re being disrespectful at all. In fact, you’ve been anything but since the moment we first met years ago. If anything,” I paused, staring into the depths of his eyes, “…I could use a little disrespectfulness in my life and I feel like you should just react how you feel. How about that?”
Magnus got up without a word and then pulled me to face him, well more like glance up at him. We stood unmoved in the silence for a moment before he spoke.
“Are you sure?”
I didn’t answer with words right away. Instead, I took a few steps back and turned around slowly while unbuckling my belt, before tossing it to the floor. I unbuttoned my pants and allowed gravity to welcome them to the area surrounding my feet, before stepping out of them completely. Feeling Magnus’ eyes on me, I looked over my shoulder and his face depicted that of Homer Simpson drooling over whatever deliciousness in front of him at the moment. I continued, unbuttoning my shirt, allowing it to drape momentarily above my gluteus before letting it drop, revealing one of my favorite “come fuck me” jocks.
“What do you think?” I solicited while doing a mini bodybuilder flex.
He walked towards me and upon our bodies colliding, he simultaneously scooped me up. Naturally, my legs wrapped around his waist. Our lips locked and we continued to kiss as he walked over to the pool table. He placed me on the edge, facing him, while swiftly unbuttoning his shirt. I decided to unbutton his pants to speed up the process. I bounced down from the edge of the pool table, crouching in front of him, and proceeded to unbuckle. I only joked about “Magnus’ Magnum” prior, but even seeing the bulge in his Versace low-rise trunks, eludes that I was on the right track. It was clear that we both wanted each other and I’ve waited long enough.
I looked up at Magnus and merely smirked as I grabbed his trunks, inching them down until his magnum swung out across my face, bouncing around, touching my lips, before its motion was still and I could see it in all of its wonder. It was indeed “golden ticket” worthy to enter the bakery. I would guess a solid ten inches long, three inches girth. Magnus reached down, placing one hand on my head, allowing his fingers to run through my hair before grabbing it, tilting my head back. With his other hand, he grabbed his magnum, slapped and bounced it on my lips and tongue with a look that said: “you know you want all of this.” I did.
A jolt of desire electrified my body. My veins began to bulge and I could feel my heart beat increasing, creating a rhythm that I could only hear when someone presses all the right buttons. My lips parted slightly, allowing my lingering inhibitions to escape and to invoke submission. I licked my lips while still gazing at Magnus, before looking at his magnum and devouring it. His head leaned back at the sensation of the warmth and wetness my mouth provided. It was the type of dick that while sucking, you never bother to count how many licks it takes. I was enjoying feeling his magnum expand even more while I licked, sucked, slurped, and slapped his dick on my lips.
“Damn, you suckin this dick.” He said in a slow manner in a deeper voice while thrusting slightly faster in and out.
I deep throated him, and proceeded to go slightly up and down, allowing his magnum to reach deep beyond my tonsils, into my throat.
Magnus abruptly pulled me up and kissed my slightly saliva drenched lips. I kissed him back like I was losing my mind while trying to catch my breath. Without a word, he spun me around and bent me over. I looked over my shoulder, waiting with excitement. All of my senses felt heightened at a level I’ve never experienced before. He bit his bottom lip, before giving my ass a firm slap. I couldn’t help but to moan. His hands began to roam all over my back, and he squeezed and slapped my ass multiple times while pressing himself into me, as to give me a preview of what it would feel like to have him inside. Before I knew it, he dropped to his knees, and I felt his tongue gliding, swirling, and licking towards the center of my pleasure-verse.
He definitely knew how to make an entrance. I moaned instantly the moment I felt his tongue and lips begin to taste my bakery. As if taking my moans as a signal to proceed forward, he aggressively consumed me like I was his last supper. I paused the situation briefly to adjust my positioning. Now essentially in downward dog on the pool table ledge, Magnus took a moment to marvel my arched back while stroking his throbbing dick. He got back on his knees and proceeded to feast upon me. It was bliss if I ever knew it. My moans intensified as his hands caressed, squeezed, and stroked every reachable place possible. The mere sensation of having him toss my salad better than a Master Chef almost caused me to explode. I could feel myself opening up more than a demonic soul to Hades. I was ready and he knew it.
Grabbing a condom and lube, Magnus placed the condom on and used his dick to play with my hole. He smacked it against it a few times, circling it around, before allowing for penetration. The pain was at first unbearable. I felt an intense jolt of pain to the point that I jump forward on the pool table almost falling off of the ledge. Thankfully, he demonstrated vast patience slowly entering, giving time for my walls to expand around his clearly above average manhood. He rubbed on my back, leaning forward to kiss and suck on my neck, reaching around to stroke me, and before I knew it, I let out a deep, loud exhale and felt him reach the depths of me.
“Ohhh my gawd!”
I was truly feeling just how big Magnus’ Magnum is. He increased his pace slightly, moving his hands on my shoulders.
“You feel okay?” He asked in a low but loud enough voice where I could hear.
“Yes.” I moaned. I was ready to give him complete access inside. I arched my back a bit more and felt him go deeper. “DAMN get all of it.” I said unapologetically.
He began to give me the disrespect I asked for. Using my shoulders as his anchors, he pounded my ass into hyper space. I could hear his balls slapping against my cheeks as he gave me an internal massage I’m sure I won’t forget.
“Uh fuck. Give me that shit!” I let out in ecstasy.
He moved one hand, using it to grab my hair, causing my back to arch even more, giving him even deeper access inside of me.
“Yes. Yes. Fuck me just like that.” I chanted like a cult member.
He moved the other hand, using it to grab my waist while still sending me into a place I never knew existed. I could feel this sensation where I almost felt like I was going to urinate as my prostate continued to be massaged like never known.
“I think… I’m about to…”
Before I knew it, I was spraying my juices, without Magnus or I, touching myself. I grunted and repeated numerous profanities as my body contorted and contracted as I ejaculated while having Magnus still proceed to fuck the nut out of me. It was intense. Almost like an out-of-body experience. I felt personified with an unknown, yet alluring, craving in which I wanted to indulge for as long as possible. I watched in amazement at the show of my own climax without even noticing that Magnus was close to his until he quickly took off the condom.
“God DAMN!” He yelled as I watched him spread all of his icing on my pound cakes. To see the squirting waterfall come from his dick was satisfaction itself.
We both smirked and smiled at one another, catching our breath before breaking the silence caused by the daze of passion.
“That was beyond amazing.”
“I’ll definitely second that.” I winked.
Magnus disappeared briefly before returning with items to clean up with. I apologized for unexpectedly cumming on his pool table.
“Don’t worry about it. I’ve never made a guy nut before without touching them or them touching themselves.” He responded.
“Yeah well, I’ve never had a guy to do that to me either, so I suppose it’s true what they say, there is a first time for everything.”.
After completing clean up, we both voiced that we had worked up an appetite and decided to have fruit and wine. Instead of staying in the entertainment room, we moved from his entertainment room to his master bedroom. We placed the tray that had a bowel of sliced strawberries mixed with blueberries and our glasses of wine in the center of us after positioning ourselves in his bed. He laid with his back against the leather headboard and I placed my head in the nestle of neck, arm, and chest, allowing room for his arm to wrap around me. I closed my eyes briefly after having a few sips of wine, contemplating and trying to analyze the numerous thoughts and emotions I had.
“What are you thinking about?” Magnus inquired.
I opened my eyes. Trying to think of the right thing to say, wondering is there even a right thing to say.
“I was just wondering, I should be making my way back to my hotel, with it being late now and all. Plus, my flight leaves in the afternoon.”
“You know you could stay the night here. I could drop you off in the morning and take you to the airport for your flight.”
“Are you sure? That’s not too much? I’m not like, invading your “Bachelor Pad” am I?”
“Well, it may be a “bachelor pad” for the moment, but invading, absolutely not.”
“I suppose that is fine.” I smiled, resting my head back onto Magnus.
Before I knew it, we both drifted off. I woke up the next morning (Sunday) and gathered myself for the journey home. I texted Rico and let him know that I was returning. During the drive back to the W, Magnus and I recapped the night. The mystery. The energy. The sex. Upon arriving at the hotel, Magnus waited as I completed my check-out process and caught up with Rico briefly. Afterwards, we were off to the airport. When we pulled up to curbside check-in, Magnus politely insisted on helping me with my luggage.
“I guess this is goodbye.” He said somewhat gloomily.
“It could be goodbye, or it could just be the beginning.” I said with a smile before getting on my tip-toes signaling for Magnus to lean forward just enough for me to kiss him on the lips. “I can’t thank you enough for everything.”
“You’re more than welcome. It was my pleasure. Before you go, would you happen to know what time it is?”
It wasn’t until that moment that I realized I had totally forgot to ask about the watch. I flicked my arm, tilted my head and gazed at one of the most beautiful watches I have ever personally owned.
“11:45 pm.” I stated, looking up at him with a grin.
“That can’t be, it’s Sunday afternoon. You’re watch must be broken, but how could it be broken so soon? It’s brand new. Let me see it.” Magnus began to panic.
I snatched my arm away, as if to protect the watch like it was my very own flesh and blood.
“The time we met silly.” I began to chuckle.
“That was smooth.” He flashed a smile while playfully grabbing me, before giving me another kiss.
“I guess I pick up a thing or two.” I winked and continued, “I’ll let you know when I get home. LOVE the watch by the way.” I smiled before slowly fading into the crowd of people.
As the plane ascended into the sky and we began to merge with the clouds, I began to revisit some of my thoughts and emotions. I also thought about my departure with Magnus. I was still unsure of my worthiness of love. Magnus and I have our connection but is it enough with us being in different states? Distance can be a huge barrier, sometimes even a destroyer. I wasn’t ready to move just yet, with finishing up my degree and I’m sure he wouldn’t be up for it, just relocating to Atlanta himself not entirely long ago. I suppose I will just have to talk to Magnus to know for sure. As Rico would tell me, “The only way to know, is to ask.” I smiled at the thought of Rico and how he has always taken care of me since day one. I suppose the truth is, the choice with Magnus seems obviously simple, yet difficult because there is so much left untold.
Alex N. Wanderland