by Stefan Volcy (address withheld)

***

Stefan is a closet-bisexual hustler. George is the 
openly gay man who loves him and Karen is the woman he 
occasionally sleeps with. (MMF, bi)

***

Kevin Sanchez was a guy with a lot of secrets. Then 
again, most people have a lot of secrets. Kevin had a 
facade that he showed the world and beneath the facade 
was his true face. On the surface, he was an average-
looking joe. Five foot nine inches tall, slim, with 
black hair and pale green eyes. Not a bad-looking young 
man.

He was a nineteen-year old guy living in Dorchester. 
Dorchester was a tough place. It was a real tough place 
to live. There was a lot of poverty down there and 
gangs and all kinds of dangerous things happening. 
There was always a lot of tension down there. The 
Latinos, the blacks and the Asians didn't always get 
along. The whites had their share of problems. If you 
were like Kevin Sanchez, you didn't get played by the 
system. You played the system. Kevin Sanchez was a 
hustler.

Currently, he was walking down the south side. He was 
going somewhere and he didn't want to be seen down 
there. Kevin Sanchez had many secrets. He w a hustler. 
That was public knowledge. He was also bisexual and you 
better believe he didn't tell anyone that. In the hood, 
people viewed homosexuality as a weakness, especially 
in men. You couldn't be gay and make it as a hustler. 

Kevin Sanchez liked the ladies just fine but sometimes 
he just had to have a man. Like now. He walked off the 
south main street and went into an apartment building. 
He went to the second floor and knocked on the third 
door to the right. After a moment, someone came to open 
the door. The man was tall and skinny, with curly hair 
and dark eyes. His skin was black. George was a skinny 
black dude. He also was George's secret lover.

"Hello, dude. Whassup?" George said.

"Can I come in?" Kevin said.

George stepped aside and let Kevin Sanchez inside the 
small apartment. The apartment was small but clean. 
George was an immigrant from the island of Haiti. He 
was also a masisi. The Haitian word for gay. George 
didn't advertise his homosexuality but he didn't deny 
it either. He didn't look or act gay but he wasn't 
ashamed of his sexuality. His Haitian parents kicked 
him out of their house years ago. George once lived 
with a woman named Karen and they had a son together, 
little Matthew. Karen and Matthew lived somewhere in 
the city of Boston and knew of George's lifestyle.

Kevin looked at George. He didn't usually care for 
George's type. But then again, right now he was 
seriously horny. He smiled at George and George smiled 
back. George came closer and kissed him. He started 
unbuttoning George's shirt and unzipped his pants. He 
went on his knees and took Kevin's cock out of his 
pants. George held Kevin's cock and looked at it with 
such an expression of wonder in his face that Kevin 
wondered if he had never seen a cock before. 

When George started sucking his dick, Kevin let go of 
that thought. The guy was an expert cocksucker. He 
licked the head of Kevin's cock and sucked it before 
licking the balls. Kevin watched him suck. He closed 
his eyes and all he could hear were the slurping sounds 
George made as he sucked Kevin's dick like he was some 
kind of milking machine. Kevin felt like he was about 
to cum, and he did. George just gobbled it all down.

"Did you like it?" he asked.

Kevin smiled. "Not as much as I'm gonna like this."

George grinned. He knew what that meant. He jumped on 
the bed where Kevin joined him a second later. They 
resumed kissing and George took Kevin's erect cock in 
his hands. He pumped it up. Smiling, Kevin got on top 
of him. He put on a condom and rubbed his cock against 
George's butt. George grunted. Kevin cupped George's 
buttocks and parted the cheeks. He slowly guided his 
cock inside George's asshole. 

He started to really give it to George, going in and 
out of his ass. He slammed it deep inside the black man 
and George screamed. Kevin held him by the hips and 
thrust into him. He fucked the shit out of George for 
the next half hour. Their screams of passion filled the 
apartment.

A little while later, Kevin Sanchez and George Lafontan 
lay in bed together. Their bodies were covered with 
sweat. Kevin felt a bit tired. He liked fucking George. 
George was energetic. He just lay there and smiled at 
Kevin. Kevin smiled back. George came closer and kissed 
him. Kevin hesitated, then kissed him back. He liked 
George and the sex was great but he didn't want 
emotional intimacy with another man. He tried not to 
think too much. 

When he woke up, George wasn't there. Grabbing his gun, 
he went to the kitchen. He saw George standing there, 
looking great in black shirt and jeans. He was watching 
television. The WB.

Kevin came and saw food on the kitchen table. Bacon. 
Eggs. Coffee. Bread. He couldn't believe it. He smiled 
and George and George smiled back.

"Good morning, honey." George said.

Kevin glared at him. Kevin didn't like when George 
called him sweetie or honey. He didn't like that at 
all. He didn't like it when gay men called themselves 
in feminine terms. Kevin was raised to be a macho 
Latino. He didn't want to be a maricon. He sat down and 
ate, trying to ignore George. Why couldn't George act 
like a normal man? Kevin had nothing against gay men. 

He just didn't like effeminate behavior. Feminine 
behavior was for those real bitches. Women. Those 
traitorous, conniving and deceitful bitches. They lied, 
cheated and stole and hardly ever got called on it. 
They played victim so well that the system seemed 
powerless to stop some of them. Kevin had nothing 
against women but he had a strong dislike for those 
man-hating feminist whoremongers. They were usually 
ugly-ass broads. He didn't care for the type at all.

"Why do you have to act like a bitch?" Kevin said.

George looked at him. "Excuse me?"

"Stop acting like a woman." Kevin said.

George stared at Kevin. He had known this young man for 
awhile. He had sensed that there was some good in 
Kevin. He had fallen in love with the bisexual hustler. 
Now, he could see that Kevin would never change. He 
didn't respect gay men and he didn't trust or respect 
women.

"Leave." he said.

Kevin Sanchez went out. He couldn't believe George was 
mad at him. George was never mad. He was the original 
mister nice guy. Well, the black gay version. Kevin 
didn't like sleeping with men. Most of them made him 
sick to his stomach. Yet he couldn't help be attracted 
to them. The same thing with women. He liked having sex 
with them but most of them were stupid and could be 
cold as hell and bust a guy's chops so he had to be 
careful. 

He had seen what some women did to their men and it was 
scary. Everything from surprise attacks to false 
accusations of anything from physical abuse to sexual 
assault to harassment. Geez. And the prosecutors and 
judges never questioned those claims made by these 
women. Kevin Sanchez didn't trust anyone but he could 
teach the cops a trick or two about chicks and lies. 
How could you tell a chick is lying? Her lips are 
moving!

Kevin was walking around when he felt like he needed a 
drink. He went into the Rialto. It was a bar that 
opened up real early. He went there and ordered a 
scotch on the rocks. He was sitting there when a girl 
came in. She was a slightly plump young woman with long 
blond hair and pale blue eyes. Her skin was milky 
white. He knew her from somewhere.

"Hi." he said. "Do I know you from somewhere?"

The girl looked at him. "Yeah, high school, Kevin. We 
were in the same homeroom for four years."

Kevin glared. Now he recognized her. Karen Dailey. His 
old high school buddy. They started talking. She was 
real interesting. It was interesting to catch up. She 
had gone out of Dorchester and gone to Chestnut Hill. 
She was studying to become a medical assistant. She was 
doing good. Kevin felt a bit sad about his life. He was 
a two-bit hustler. A thug who slept with men and women 
and terrorized both. One of the bad-ass mofos of the 
hood. 

They talked for an hour. She gave him her number and 
left. Kevin went home. He called George but the friggin 
homo wasn't picking up the phone. Screw him. Kevin 
decided to call Karen. He asked to go to dinner and a 
movie, for old times sake. They went to the theater and 
saw Van Helsing. After that, they hung around the Mall 
and chatted over two slices of pizza.

Acting in a manner uncharacteristic of himself, Kevin 
drove her home and kissed her goodnight... like a 
gentleman. When he went home, he called George and told 
him he was seeing some girl, just to see if he would 
get jealous.

"I feel sorry for you and the girl." said George.

"Why?" Kevin asked.

"You're gay, Kevin."

Kevin started berating George on the phone until George 
hung up. Kevin was fuming. Who the hell did George 
think he was? That dude was acting like a little bitch. 
Kevin wanted to show him whassup. He called Karen and 
asked her to go out. She accepted and they went 
dancing. After dancing, they went back to her place. 
Karen had been drinking that night and she was all over 
Kevin. She started kissing him and touching him in 
funny places. His conservative high school buddy was 
acting like a real bitch in heat. Normally, Kevin would 
be turned on but he couldn't stop thinking about 
George. For some reason, he actually missed the faggoty 
mofo.

He was in Karen's apartment. He sat on the couch while 
she got drinks. She came back, having changed into 
scantily attire. Kevin looked at her and felt his cock 
grow hard. She was looking good. She asked him if he 
wanted it. She started to strip. He watched her take 
off layer after layer of sexy clothing.

"Come and get it." she said.

Karen bent over and Kevin looked at her ass. Damn, she 
had a nice ass. Nice and round. He couldn't help put 
his hand on it. He patted her rump. Nice and round. So 
large and inviting. She turned around and smiled at 
him. He smacked her behind and she gasped. He took his 
cock and rubbed it against her fat ass. He grabbed her 
big butt cheeks and parted them. Hmm. They felt so good 
in his hands. He saw her tiny hole and rubbed his cock 
against it. Karen froze. 

"I am gonna fuck you," he said. 

She said nothing as he slowly began to enter her ass. 
His cock went inside her ass. It was so tight. He 
pushed a little and she grunted but pushed back against 
him, driving him into her. Inch by inch he went. He 
thrust into her, feeling her ass stretching to 
accommodate his girth. He held her ample hips and 
fucked her like this, from behind, shoving his cock 
deep in her ass. She had her face buried on the floor 
and moaned as he fucked her. He could feel her rocking 
back her hips. Her tight ass felt like a vise around 
his cock. 

He fucked her for a few more moments, shoving his cock 
deep into her bowels. At some point he went so deep 
that she froze. He slowly pulled out, only to shove it 
right back in. He felt a familiar rush in his loins and 
came, shooting his load deep inside her. She screamed 
as he sent hot cum deep inside her fat ass. Karen 
rolled onto her back and looked at him. Her legs were 
still spread and he could see his cum leaking out of 
her asshole.

"Did you like it?" she asked.

"Yeah."

Kevin Sanchez looked at the young woman he had just 
fucked. Normally, after he had sex with a girl he would 
feel some satisfaction or some kind of pride. He was 
the playah, he was "the man". Now he felt... 
embarrassed. He stared at her as she put her clothes 
back on. After fucking a woman, he felt like a sexual 
conqueror. Now, he felt... weird. He couldn't 
understand why he felt so weird. 

He spent the night in Karen's bed. She wanted to do 
more but he just couldn't bring himself to do it. He 
slept and dreamed about George. He woke up screaming. 
His screaming didn't wake up Karen. She was a deep 
sleeper. He put his clothes back on and left. He wrote 
her a note.

"Karen, thanks for last night. You are a sweet one. 
Bye."

Kevin Sanchez went home and showered. He called George. 
George picked up the phone, for once. George didn't 
seem to want to talk to him but when Kevin started 
talking for real, George listened. Kevin told him 
everything. The bars. The clubs. Karen. Everything. He 
confessed to George that he had dreamed about him.

"I love you, G-man," Kevin said. There was a silence at 
the end of the line.

"And I love you back," George said.

The End