Miasha - Secret Society

“Oooh!” Terry blurted out as he came all over my hand.

I followed right behind him and it felt good.

Terry was a real freak. He started licking his cum off my hand. The next thing I knew, he was hard again and wanted more. This time he was satisfied with me sticking a dildo up his butt until he came. Lucky thing, because it was no way I would have been able to get up again so soon.

The next day came quick. Tina called me early in the morning to go to the spa with her.

“This hot-stone massage is the bomb.” Tina squealed.

“I know, I needed this like crazy,” I said. “I wish we could have gotten a full-body.”

“Yeah, right. And take these towels from around our waists and let our dicks just hang out, huh?” Tina asked, not looking for an answer.

I frowned up my face at Tina and put my finger to my mouth, instructing her to shut up in front of the women who were massaging us. She laughed and reminded me that they didn’t speak or understand English.

“So, did Terry get plunged last night?” she asked with a devilish grin.

I rolled my eyes at her and ignored her sarcasm.

“Well, all I know is Derrek tore my back out something nice in that suite,” she bragged. “I’m surprised yall didn’t hear me.”

“We were too busy making our own noise.”

“Yeah, I heard you was packin’,” Tina teased me.

“Fuck you, Tina,” I told her.

“Anytime,” she said as she closed her eyes and smiled. She took a deep breath and said, “Isn’t this a long way from home?”

I knew what Tina meant, and she was not talking about miles.

“Damn sure is,” I agreed.

“I remember when I didn’t have shit. Not a pot to piss in or a window to throw it out of,” Tina recalled.

“After those dealers killed my mom and them, and I had to live with my grandmom, I didn’t know what was going to happen with me. I just went buck-wild.

“Started skipping school and smoking weed,” she continued. “Then I got locked up for driving a stolen car. I was only thirteen. I was scared as shit. The judge told my grandmom it was up to her. She looked me in my face and said, ‘The minute you start acting up again, I’m turning you in. The first day you skip school, I’m calling the judge.’ I knew she wasn’t going to turn me in for real, though, ’cause she wasn’t tryna lose that check.

“I remember I left school early one day to go over this girl’s house. I was walking under the bridge by myself and this old head pulled up to me and asked was I working. I didn’t know what the hell he was talking about so I just kept walking. I went to cross the street and he pulled up in front of me, blocking my path. He jumped out of that little red car and grabbed me. I remember fighting him, but he was big.”

I had heard this story a million times before, but it never stopped me from listening. Sometimes I thought Tina needed to tell her story in order to maintain her sanity. She’d been through a lot in her short life, which could be why she turned out like she did. Me, I had no excuses for being “confused,” as my mom called it. I had both of my parents until they divorced when I was eight. I went to church every Sunday faithfully. I wasn’t molested or raped. Growing up, I didn’t even know anybody who was gay, male or female. I had what people would call a normal life.

Tina went on, “I was a little boy. He was a grown man.” Then she began sniffling as if she was going to cry, but instead she wiped her eyes and smiled.

“But that’s what got me where I am today, living the life. Just think, if I never got raped I would have never been gay. I would have been on the other end of the stick. Bitches would have been taking my money.”

After our relaxing hours at the spa we had brunch on the beach. Afterward Tina and I did our daily exercise, and we all got dressed. Derrek and Terry rented motor scooters and took us into the city. We went to a theater and saw a play called La Casa de Amor. Ironically, it was about a Mexican madam who ran a popular and prosperous whorehouse. It was in Spanish, but the English translation was provided through a set of headphones given to audience members who requested them. We enjoyed it a lot. It reminded me of a soap opera.

Following the play, Derrek and Terry took us to a fine restaurant on the coast. It was a beautiful outdoor spot. The sun was setting on the horizon while we were being served our entrées, and suddenly but briefly Terry looked like a god. I felt so attracted to him. The setting was so romantic I couldn’t help but feel the way I did. We ate grilled lobster tails and Spanish rice. Terry had Chardonnay, but the rest of us drank Zinfandel. Violins and flutes played while we ate. Some of the couples were dancing. It was just beautiful.

That night the four of us went to a private party in Guatemala. It was far from Cancún so we got rid of the scooters and took a helicopter over. A luxury sedan was waiting for us upon our landing. When we arrived at the party, I could not believe my eyes. Tina acted like she was used to the whole thing, but you would have thought I was seeing earth for the first time. I was in awe. We pulled up in front of a huge mansion with stone walls like a castle. There were valet parkers outside relieving men and women of their Bentleys, Rolls-Royces, and Aston Martins. Limos and Lincolns were pulling up and dropping people off. It looked like something from a movie. We walked up a lighted concrete path that led us to tall wooden double doors.

Tina and I were probably the only black people there, but it’s what you wear that determines whether or not you fit in. And we definitely looked the part. Tina had on a black Donna Karan dress that was knee-length in the front but had a tail in the back that slightly brushed the floor. It had a slit down the front, exposing her cleavage, and her back was out. She was kind of chubby, but she wore the shit out of that dress. I wore a red Balenciaga silk-chiffon dress. It flared from my waist to my knees and was fitted at the top. It had rhinestone spaghetti straps. It was simple but very elegant. Both Tina and I were draped in diamonds, as were most of the women there.

“José!” Terry sang.

A thin, dark-complexioned Mexican man hugged Terry. They kissed each other on both cheeks.

“José, this is my beautiful date Celess, and my brother’s beautiful date Tina,” Terry introduced us.

We spoke and extended our hands. José kissed both our hands and then looked us over.

“Beautiful is an understatement, my friend. And to think I thought you guys were fags,” José said with a laugh.

Tina and I kept our composures, as did Terry and Derrek. We all just chuckled.

Terry patted José on the shoulder and said, “This guy is a billionaire and still chooses to do stand-up.”

We chuckled again. José then excused himself and disappeared into the crowd. Terry and Derrek led Tina and me over to a sitting area toward the back of the house. We walked past four big rooms, which were set up like a restaurant. There were waiters and waitresses serving the guests.

“Nice, isn’t it?” Terry asked.

“Oh, words cannot say,” I said with a smile stretching across my face.

We all sat down to have drinks and talk. I couldn’t lie: I was having the best time in my life. I actually felt like a million dollars. No Range Rovers, house payment, or shopping spree could compare to the treatment I was getting in Mexico.

“This house is huge, isn’t it?” Derrek said as he lit a cigarette.

“Yeah, but where is the living room, dining room, and kitchen?” I asked.

“On the lower level, where the main entrance is,” Terry jumped in.

“I thought those big wooden double doors were the main entrance,” I carried on.