Life behind Hazel Eyes - 3. A Night in the Closet.

I woke up the next morning to cheerful birds singing and a bright and warm sun shining. I got up from my bed and went off to the kitchen, where my parents were talking about some news article; apparently South African politicians never lived a dull life. I sat with them over breakfast discussing political matters, which was always the case, seeing as Dad loved preaching political awareness.

My father, Damien Lucas, was born in Jamaica and moved to South Africa with his mother when he was ten years old. He claims that his parents’ divorce forced my grandmother (Monica), to relocate because my grandfather was making life difficult for her in Jamaica. Needless to say, my father never saw his father after Grandma Monica got remarried to a Xhosa man named Andile Lucas. Damien owns two businesses; one being a lucrative restaurant, where I usually help out when I’m free and when the restaurant needs extra hands. The second business, he co-owns with his best friend and is a marketing and advertising agency. They have been running it for the past 13 years.

My mother, Amanda Johnson-Lucas, was a Xhosa woman born in Cape Town but relocated to Johannesburg because she “needed a change of scenery”. My mother was laidback and easy-going when it came to raising her child, but when it came to business, it was an entirely different ball game. She’s a real-estate agent, a very good one, probably one of the best in Johannesburg. Besides what she sells and rents out for other people, she owns two of her own properties; one she rents out as a holiday home in Durban and the other being the house we live in, which she inherited from her parents. She and my father made alterations to the property and made it look as fancy as it does now.

After breakfast my father and I took our usual father and son jog, but instead of bonding we just had a race to see who would finish first. Once the family bonding session was finished, I took off to go bond with Donald and his family. I had to call a cab to take me to the other side of town. Sundays were Donald’s days off and I was still without a car.

I enjoyed time with Donald and his family, as they were so happy and content with life. They weren’t poor; Donald’s eldest son, who is five years older than me, is an engineer and makes enough to support them and his own lifestyle. The middle child is two years older than me and a lawyer. The last-born was Kylie, the daughter that was going to turn sixteen. Nikiwe Khumalo, Donald’s wife, still works as a nurse at a private hospital. Donald only works for us because he got retrenched and didn’t want to sit at home all day, so he and my father decided he’d become our driver.

Donald and my father had made each other’s acquaintance when Donald was driving for the Department of Foreign Affairs and Donald would come in for lunch or dinner at the restaurant, bringing in new customers, and from there onwards they had taken a strong liking for one another. So, I grew close to Donald and his brood and we were like one big extended family.

My afternoon with the Khumalo’s was great. Nikiwe taught me how to prepare traditional Zulu dishes. In-between cooking, Kylie would steal me away from her mother to have me help her with her homework. 'Homework' for Kylie meant that she wanted to show me the new dance moves she had learnt, so we had fun dancing in private. Donald barely had his chance to talk to me, but he seemed to enjoy his quality time with his television set.

I returned home at 18:00, so I went back up to my room, lay on my bed and played music while singing along. I’d been at home for a good two hours, doing nothing besides singing along to ballads, when I heard my phone vibrate. It was a text message from a number I hadn’t saved or didn't know. It read, “Hey, we at Parma. I’d like to take you up on Friday night’s offer. That’s if you still want us to explore things.” I read the message twice before I responded. “If I knew who you were, then maybe we could be on the same page ;)” A few minutes later, a response came. “It’s David. If you going to come over make it seem coincidental.”

Great! Even being in a club with him has to be a covert thing. After my emotionally draining day yesterday with a former closet case, I wasn’t sure whether I was in the mood for another closet case with issues.

“Sorry, can’t.” I replied by cutting the conversation short. I really couldn’t be sitting in a club with a bunch of straight guys and being ignored by the man that actually invited me there. How would I pretend I was there by ‘coincidence’? As I was starting to get undressed, another vibration came from my phone. “I’ll make it worth your while. Besides, I heard you are a sucker for karaoke night.”

Okay, so he really wanted it to happen. I started to weigh the options up: sex and karaoke versus sleeping depressed over Brian. So I chose the former as opposed to the latter. I sent my best friend Miranda a text, ‘Parma on Main, my treat. Come fetch me.’ Miranda never said no to a good time. She’d be more than willing to get dressed up and dance all night. I left David hanging by not responding 'yes' or 'no' to him; he’d have to figure it out himself.

I walked over to the bathroom and started taking a quick shower, which resulted in my hair frizzing. After my shower I stood in my closet wondering what to wear, eventually deciding on a 90’s grunge inspired look. I put on a pair of Dr. Martens, skin-tight ripped jeans, with a black-and-red-check flannel shirt tied in the loops of my jeans which acted as my belt. I finished up with a washed black scoop-neck t-shirt, and let my hair remain in its naturally curled state.

On my way to go get water, I bumped into my father. He glanced at me with an expression that said it all, but he wasn’t the kind to leave things unsaid. “Looking pretty princess, don’t forget that thing called a curfew.” His tone was the regular playful tone that could still mean trouble.

“It’s karaoke night, I’ll be back way before curfew. Donald doesn’t even have to be around. Miranda is going to come fetch me. Besides, I’m not allowed alcohol until the production is over,” I said making my way over to him, ready to give him a hug and a kiss on the cheek. This gesture always scored me a ‘get out of jail free’ pass.

“Fine. As long as you don’t wake my wife on your way in,” he said poking me in the ribs and smiling shyly. I quickly kissed him on his right cheek and made my way to the kitchen.

As I was enjoying my glass of water my phone rang. “Bitch, out!” Miranda said in her sexy voice.

Walking towards her car I couldn’t help but wonder if I was ready for what was going to happen. Before I was within arm’s reach of the door Miranda swung it open. “Bitch, don’t take your damn time, I want to drink!” Her face and tone were a faked scowl that she loved to use when it came to drinking.

“About that, I’m not allowed to drink alcohol. I’ll watch you and limit my smoking.” I could spot the calm in her face, as I slid into my designated seat.

“That’s all right with me. Why Parma? I know it’s karaoke, but that isn’t a worthy excuse. It isn’t like you participate anyway.” Miranda was being a little too nosey for my liking and I couldn’t lie to her. I’d try to lie, but I’d fail badly every time.

“Let’s not make me fib now; we both know it won’t work out well,” I said in a menacing voice, while giving my best friend a smirk.

“You after a dick, aren’t you? You little skank,” she said as she slapped my arm and gave me a knowing smile. We both laughed, and we turned up the music in the car, and got ourselves geared up for the club. Getting parking wasn’t much of a mission.

Walking into Parma was a mission on its own; we received quite a few stares, well-deserved ones in fact. Miranda was a gorgeous caramel-toned-girl with long black hair which only enhanced her facial features and her brown eyes. She wore a white crop top, with ripped boyfriend jeans and black six-inch heels. Naturally, we’d attract attention.

We made our way to the bar where Miranda ordered a bottle of Jameson and two litres of ginger ale. I ordered a night’s supply of energy drink and water. We were at a loss as to where to sit, until Mike came over and started chatting us up. He was a little taller than me, probably about 1.9m; he had a clean-shaven head, his eyes were a dark brown that looked almost black. Mike was a dark beautiful man that could charm the socks off of you. His body was just a work of art. The best way to describe his body would be, Kilan Lutz. His smile was intoxicating; there was innocence in it that made you want to escape into his world. I introduced him to my best friend, and then he invited us to join their table. We walked over to where everyone else was, and I introduced each person to Miranda. Once the formalities were done and we all got to talking.

“So Mikhail, did your hangover have you by the balls so badly that you can’t even drink two nights after you got drunk?” Marvin teased, and we all burst into laughter. That’s when I told the story of Saturday's rehearsal and how it had led to me not being permitted to drink.

“Seeing as it's karaoke night, and you can sing, I guess we can expect a performance tonight, Mikhail!” David exclaimed this as his first attempt at a conversation with me ever since I walked over and said ‘hello’. I was about to answer when Miranda beat me to the punch.

“This bitch never sings. He only enjoys sitting back and laughing at the people that cannot sing.” She shot me a few dangerous side eyes during her explanation. The guys laughed and taunted me for being too chicken shit to perform.

“I am a paid entertainer, unless all of you are willing to pay five million rand to get me to perform, you can all watch me sit.” I joked hoping that my joke would, not only make everyone laugh, but shut everyone up about me singing at karaoke.

The laughter was made louder by a rather unfortunate girl who thought Whitney Houston’s ‘And I Will Always Love You’ was her equal. She took to the microphone so eagerly, and then flopped like a gay man’s erection at the sight of lady parts. I spent the entire duration of her performance rolling in laughter and half-wincing as she had to go higher and higher. At some point during the performance, both Miranda and Mike had disappeared: it seemed normal to me, as they were both single heterosexuals. I wouldn’t deny her dick when I had come here to get my fair share of vitamin D.

“Thank you very much Titanic, I mean Thandi,” the guy who facilitated the night said jokingly, and the crowd started to laugh until the girl growled at them.

“Now our next big flop is a Mikhail Lucas. Mikhail, where are you?” I looked around to find Mike and Miranda laughing by the bar. Those two went behind my back, to go sign me up to go sing. I stayed seated and sipped my bottled water. Showing no intention of moving towards the stage, I instead crossed my legs.

“Here he is,” Marvin said raising my hand and lifting me off my seat. The betrayal! I couldn’t believe how those bitches had sabotaged me. So I strolled up to the stage and walked over to the annoyingly hilarious man with the microphone.

“So, what are you going to sing, pretty boy?” he said trying to scruff up my hair.

“Give me Elton John’s "Bennie and the Jets.” It was the one song that I knew I could never ruin; I’d been singing it in the shower since I was fourteen. It was an old time favourite and hopefully the audience wasn’t too young to look at me cockeyed because of my song choice. The music selector nodded and told me to take the stage.

“By the way, I warned you guys not to make me sing.” I chuckled nervously into the microphone as I waited for my cue to start. I sang perfectly fine without any pitch problems. I kept dancing around the stage and walking in between the crowd as I sang. When I was done I received a loud round of applause, and made my way to the table where everyone was seated.

“You are quiet dramatic when you sing. I think we should get you up there again.” Mike joked as he poked my ribs.

“Just because I enjoyed that song doesn’t mean you off the hook buddy. I’m going to get you,” I said trying to give Mike a threatening stare.

“If that was anything to go by, I’d like to go watch your drag queen show, when it starts,” Marvin said sounding surprised.

Everyone took their shot at being nice except for David who just said, “Yeah it was nice.” He had been in a foul mood most of the night, and when Mike snapped at him, he blamed it on being ill.

I managed to exact revenge on both Mike and Miranda by signing them up to go sing and everyone enjoyed laughing at them. I was extremely happy because revenge proved to be sweeter than cotton candy. As the night went by I noticed that Miranda had been enjoying herself with the boys and looked like she was in no mood to leave.

“Excuse me for a minute, I have to call a cab to take me home, it’s getting close to curfew and I don’t want to get into trouble,” I said getting up from my seat.

“No need, I’m going home now anyway. I can drop you off. There’s no use in staying here feeling sick.” David had said this in the same expressionless voice and tone that he always used with me. I looked around at his friends who were shrugging their shoulders; they were as baffled as I was. I agreed a little puzzled.

Marvin and I exchanged contact numbers in order to arrange tickets for the show, I caught a look in Marvin’s eye but wasn’t sure what it was, it almost looked like hostility, but I ignored it.

David and I said our goodbyes then left to his car. Inside he switched on the music and started to drive as I gave him basic directions to get to the area we were going.

“You are a good singer. I really enjoyed your voice.” His voice sounded warmer than before. He put his hand on my leg, then looked at me and smiled.

“Thanks, that means a lot to me,” I responded with a smile as I scanned from his hand to his face.

“What’s this curfew business?” He asked with his voice still warm and inviting. He was friendly away from his friends.

“You are getting too personal now big boy,” I said in a joking tone but I guess he heard me wrong.

“I didn’t mean to pry. Sorry.” His tone was apologetic; he even moved his hand from my thigh.

“I’m joking. The curfew was put in place by my parents after my drunken driving incident.” I took his hand from the steering-wheel and placed it in between my thighs. He looked at me as I did this. The smile that had disappeared was back on his face.

“Your life seems to revolve around that one incident. Why not just behave and get your car and life back?” Something in his voice made the mood lighter.

“I don’t think our conversation is sexually stimulating, mind if we change it?” I said pulling off a flirtatious tone. He didn’t seem to mind because he was quick to tighten his grip on my thigh while using his free hand to drive. He changed the conversation so we were talking about how VW was becoming more prevalent in South Africa than every other car brand. It made sense seeing as he drove a VW. We drove on and he’d keep moving his hand from my thigh to change gears.

We got into my place in silence and tiptoed up the stairs to my room, which had dim lighting. Once I had made sure that David was inside, I locked the door. I turned round and walked into his lips; for the third time in one weekend I felt the soft and moist lips of that man. He pushed me against the door and picked me up; my upper body was leaning against the door and my legs were wrapped around his waist. The way he manoeuvred his tongue in my mouth was so precise and calculated, he knew how he wanted me to feel and how to make me feel it with just his tongue. I started unbuttoning his shirt while we made out passionately, only taking breaks to lift our clothing over our heads. He’d pull away to bite my neck and my nipples. I broke off the kiss and climbed off of him. Staring him in the eye, I led him to the bed where we paused before I took charge by pushing him down and straddling him. I placed him in between my thighs.

Reaching down to jerk him off I unzipped his pants, while sucking and gently biting his nipples. He rolled me over so he was on top of me; he undid my makeshift belt and took off my jeans. I returned the favour – by unbuttoning his pants and pulling them off – we had stripped to merely our tight underwear. I took my hand to pull down the briefs and let the beast breathe. I pulled down the elastic and I grabbed it with full contact; his bulge was a remarkable size, which shocked me, because I’d only been with one other man in my life. Stroking his powerful tool I couldn’t help but think how David was packing 18 cm of thick cut man-meat which was double the size of what I had had in me. I made sure that David remained on his back, positioning myself to sit comfortably on his throbbing dick; it was resting comfortably between my ass cheeks. Our kisses had become more passionate and aggressive; I took to grinding on his dick while hearing his muffled moans.

“Stop teasing me, let’s do this.” David’s voice was getting thick with lust.

“Good things come to those who wait,” I said as I slid down to pull off his underwear. I took his cock in my hands and started to play with it. I hunkered beside him with my ass in the air. I took his big love tool and placed its head in my mouth, letting my tongue play around the crown in circular motions and sending David into a state of deep throbbing. His moans and grunts were getting heavier with every cm of him that I swallowed. I was sucking and jerking his hard dick with precision, while he grabbed my ass cheek and roughly squeezed it. It wasn’t long until David was mercilessly fucking my face; his grip on the back of my head was tight making sure that I got every bit of him in my mouth. As I was getting into the hang of taking his entire member in my mouth, without constantly wanting to gag, he pulled me off his dick.

“Enough of the foreplay give me that ass.” David’s voice was almost an angry growl; he pushed me on to my stomach and literally ripped my Calvin Klein briefs off.

“Condoms and lube are there,” I said pointing to my sex drawer, where he got out all the necessary equipment. He lubricated me with the one hand while ripping the condom wrapper with his teeth. Once the condom was open he slid it on his hard member with both hands, and left my legs shaking as I nervously anticipated the pain. Once he made sure that I was well lubricated, he started giving me two of his fingers in an attempt to loosen me up a little, and get me relaxed. He started off gently, I could feel him take it easy with the initial penetration, and then he got rough making sure both of his fingers were buried in me. As soon as he was sure that I was getting used to the two digits inside of me, he put his middle finger in me, making it three. It took me some more time before I could ease onto them, but once the third finger was added, I could finally take them all deep. I leaned my ass against his fingers, riding them as roughly as he was fingering me. Anticipating another finger, I was shocked when he instead placed his cock head at the entrance of my ass; my legs trembled even more at this point.

“I hope you aren’t shaking because you scared,” he said as he grabbed me tightly by the waist. He pulled my waist and ass into the air, spreading my legs wide open, while my upper body was pinned down. His cock head was back at the entrance of my tight hole and this time he was pressing it in me slowly. I held my breath, bracing myself for him to just deeply penetrate me right off the bat. And I wasn’t wrong; he shoved the whole thing in me without any warning. I let out a loud painful moan, but he pressed my head into the pillow.

“Don’t wake your mother,” he whispered in my ear as he softly started biting it and making his way to my neck. He pushed my face deeper into the padding as he kept going in further and hitting me in spots that hadn’t been hit in ages. As he kept to a constant rhythm and movement, the pain started to ease up and soon my moans were of pleasure. I pushed my ass up to meet his thrust and I could feel his breath get heavier against my neck. I was slowly backing my ass up to him when he managed to put me on all fours, making me give it to him doggy style. He tightened his grip on my midriff and sent profound thrusts in me, with every drive I would feel his dick go further and further into me.

“Aaw David, go deeper,” I moaned softly.

“Aah shit, you so damn tight,” he said wrapping his arms around my waist and pounding me recklessly. His drubbing was quick and aggressive. “Ah Mikhail, I think I’m going to cum.” His voice was deepening with every breath. I managed to get into rhythm with him and started winding my waist to his pace, making him pound me faster. He pulled my head back so his face could be next to mine, and then I heard his low, breathless grunt as he filled up the condom. He collapsed on top of me, catching his breath and breathing heavily, while he started kissing my neck and playing with my nipples. We rolled over into the spooning position with his dick still inside me, and he reached over to grab my cock. He jerked me off and with every rough tug I would tighten my ass around his cock, which seemed to get his semi–hard dick, hard again. By the time I came he was ready to go again.

I gave him time to change condoms and then I laid him on his back and sat on his fat chocolate stick. I took it in centimetre-by centimetre, slowly gyrating and causing both of us to let out small sighs and moans. I had a good amount of his cock in me when I started to ride him with the same pace and roughness that he had shown me the first round. I kept hammering my ass against his cock until it completely disappeared in me. “Damn boy, you swallowed it all up,” David said in a shocked and joking whimper. I gave him a seductive smile while riding him like a mechanical bull at a carnival. Once I was sure that my hole was used to his size and girth, I got up from riding him like ‘cowgirl’, and opted for doing the splits onto of his dick. I started bouncing only on his cock head, and every time he tried to go deeper, I’d tighten my ass to make sure he couldn’t fit anything else in but his cock head. I kept on taunting him like this for a good while, watching his facial expression as he hungered to penetrate me deeper. I saw him rolling his eyes to the back of his head, and that’s when I swallowed his entire dick inside me and started bouncing on him. I felt him grab my ass tightly and dig his nails in me as he grunted heavily, occasionally spanking me. He sat up at a ninety-degree angle, making my full split turn into a sitting position. I let my hands caress his back, with the occasional nail digging deep into his skin as he hit my prostate hard. As I bounced he would meet my every bounce with a deep thrust, and his heavy breathing and grunts served as a warning to him cumming. As he got in deeper the deepest yet, he lost control and came deep inside me. I suddenly felt his warm seed shoot straight into me and deep, when I realised that all that rough riding had caused the condom to burst.

He had drained all his sperm into me by the time I collapsed next to him. I invited him to get clean in the shower with me, but instead of a clean-up, I ended up giving him a delectable blow job – which ended with my mouth and face being sprayed with his salty sperms. After I showered the second time, I walked back into my room and found David getting dressed. He stood and looked at me with a naughty smile, before winking at me and signalling to the door. I got into a robe and started making my way to the door.

“That was fun. Who knew you were that wild?” He said slapping my ass as I walked past him to lead him out of my room. I only replied by shaking what he had slapped.

We tiptoed down the stairs, trying not to wake my parents. I walked him to his car and he told me he’d call again, to which I replied, “I’ll make sure it’s a coincidence next time as well.” I opened the gate for him, and once I was sure the gate was closed, I walked back into the house and made myself a glass of warm cinnamon milk. I took my milk along with a few cookies, activated the alarm, and went to bed.

Eighteen months without sex all gone for one rough night in the closet. Too bad David and I didn’t get to fuck in my closet, as it would’ve been appropriate for him.