Alan’s story…
I met Cleveland Hawks on the second
day. I’m not sure of the actual date. Late March I guess. I was in a mixed
combat company and we were headed to Baghdad. That’s what they told us anyway.
Our trip through Iraq was temporarily
halted because the Iraqi Army has momentarily summoned up enough balls to shoot
back at us.
“How you doin’?” was the first words I
heard Hawk say. He abruptly joined me behind a pile of rubble that had once
been a wall.
“Not bad,” I said keeping my head
down. “You?”
“I’m still alive and kickin’. You shot
anybody yet?”
“Ain’t seen anybody to shoot at. Fire
is coming from over there.” I didn’t lift my head to point out the enemy. “Is
the whole outfit pinned down?”
“I guess,” he said with a short laugh.
“I’m Hawk.” Apparently he didn’t prefer to be called by his first name.
“I’m a Byrd, too. Alan Byrd, as a
matter of fact.”
“Well Alan Byrd, why don’t you and me
ease around this wall and get into a position to kill some mutherfuckers?” He
didn’t wait for me to explain that where I was located was reasonably safe from
bullets. To this day I don’t know why I followed him, but I did. Before the day
was over. Hawk and I picked off a dozen snipers and got our company moving
again. I didn’t know at the time but we also picked up a chest full of medals.
In a war situation you don’t get to
pick the company you keep as a rule, but Hawk and I became inseparable for some
strange reason. I think Hawk thought I was his good luck charm or something. I
liked having the big black man in front of me to stop any bullets coming my
way. Hawk simply attached himself to my rifle company and nobody complained. My
company commander sure didn’t because Hawk was good. Good at killing and a good
leader. Men followed him wherever he wanted to go. Myself included.
Over the next three weeks the company
got to know each other pretty well. I don’t mean to imply that a group of
military men are one big happy family. But we were a family and we were pretty
big. The weird thing is you find yourself sharing information with your
comrades that normally you wouldn’t share with anyone. Everybody knew the
other’s wives and girlfriends name and frankly they knew more than they should
have. Intimate secrets were shared over rations, a smoke break, or while
hunkered down in a hole.
For example we all knew that Millers
wife howled like a dog when he butt-fucked her. Thompson’s girlfriend wouldn’t
suck his dick, but her sister would. When some Polish kid’s, who’s name I can’t
even begin to spell, girlfriend sent him some racy photos, he shared them with
the rest of us. Nothing was sacred and everything was common knowledge.
Everybody knew what everybody’s wife or girlfriend looked like. I showed them
my wife’s photo in a hot, blazing red bikini.
I think we all felt reasonably safe
because we were from such widely scattered places. East, West, Midwest, North,
and South. Big cities and small towns. We thought, I know I did, that when we
rotated back we wouldn’t see each other, therefore the secrets were safe.
I would have never told any of them,
especially Hawk, that my wife, Suzi, harbored a fantasy about sex with black
men. I wouldn’t have told them about our bedroom role playing, and watching
interracial sex videos. I certainly wouldn’t have mentioned the fact that Suzi loved
to be ass-fucked and could get herself off sucking cock.
One week to the day after the fall of
Baghdad, I got an early rotation back to the States courtesy of a bullet in my
ass. I was lucky because if Hawk hadn’t pulled me down that bullet would have
been dead center and I would have been dead meat. So I bid my comrades farewell
and they flew my punctured ass home. Of course I told everybody to come see me
when they got back, not expecting anyone to actually show up. Because I had
become close to Hawk, and he saved my life, I insisted that he look me up when
he got back to the States. Of course he promised that he would do it. Neither
of us really believed it.
I spent some time in the hospital
while the doctors repaired my ass. After that I pinned on my medals and did a
tour of recruitment duty. When it came time to re-enlist I told them to kiss my
wounded ass. I went home to Suzi.
***
I finished college, got a job, got
fired, opened my own computer business, and did good. All that took place over
the next three years. The trip to Baghdad was mostly only in my nightmares and
they were fewer and farther between by then. I did think of Hawk now and then. Mostly
when I thought about by beautiful wife, Suzi, with another man.
Suzi was beautiful when I met her and
she just got better looking as she matured. At twenty five she was simply
gorgeous. I’m not just saying that because she is my wife. Everybody who knows
her or ever has seen her will attest to that fact.
Suzi is five feet seven inches tall.
She had a thirty-eight inch bust, a tight little waist, and a great ass. She
works hard to keep her figure looking good. She eats right and works out at
least twice a week. I always intend to eat right and workout, but I seldom get
around to it. Luckily I have a metabolism that has served me well. I’ve managed
to look pretty good in spite of my foolish habits.
Suzi kept her un-acted upon fantasy
about sex with a black man and it was one of our favorite bedroom fantasies.
One night we were playing bedroom games when I mentioned that I would love to
see her and a well hung black guy. She laughed when I said it, but later she
brought it up.
“You don’t really mean that do you?”
she asked. We were basking in the afterglow of a hot fuck session. I knew
exactly what she was talking about.
“Of course I mean it. You’ve been
fantasizing about it since you were in high school, haven’t you?”
“I guess so,” she admitted.
“Tell me again how you developed your
fantasy.”
“I’ve told you the story a hundred
times,” she said laughing. “Surely you don’t want to hear it again.” I assured
her I did want to hear it. I never grew tired of hearing about it.
“I was about sixteen,” Suzi said. “My
older sister, Tina was dating a black man. Of course mom and dad didn’t know
about it so they were sneaking around. One night after our parents had gone to
bed Tina sneaked Troy into the house. She thought everybody was asleep but I
wasn’t. I watched them fool around some in the den. When things got really hot,
Tina took Troy to her room. I saw them start and I beat them and hid in Tina’s
closet. I watched as Troy shoved his big dick into Tina and boy did he ever
fuck her. The light from her bathroom was on and I had a clear view as they
went at it. Troy did her every way possible, I think. It took a long time for
him to finish. I don’t know to this day how mom and dad didn’t hear her. Even
with a pillow in her mouth I could hear her plain as day. Troy did her for over
two hours and I was getting cramps in both legs. Finally he came and when she
got up to let him out I ducked back to my room and frigged myself to sleep.”
“Did he come a lot?” I asked, knowing
the answer. I hate it when she leaves out part of the story.
“Gosh, yes. He must have come a bucket
full. Her bed was soaked and she dribbled come all the way to the front door. I
never got another chance to see them in action again. Tina went away to school
that fall and Troy disappeared. Somebody told me later he was in jail for
raping a woman. That was over nine years ago and I still can see his big dick
going in and out of her. I can close my eyes and hear her moaning and grunting
as he did her.” She was toying with one of her nipples as she retold the story.
Her other hand was between her legs.
“You’d like to have a big hard black
cock in you right now wouldn’t you?”
“Oh God yes,” she said, her voice
husky. “All the way in me. Filling me up with it.”
“You want a big black man to fuck you,
don’t you?” now I was fingering her pussy.
“Yesss,” she hissed raising her butt
to get more of my fingers in her.
“Say it,” I ordered. “Say you want a
black cock to fuck you!?
“I want a big cock to…screw me.” It’s
always a goal of mine to get her to say fuck. She never uses what she called the
F word. I could see that it wasn’t going to work now so I mounted her, cramming
my cock in her.
“You are thinking about Troy’s black
cock right now, aren’t you?” I asked. “Fucking your sister and the come pouring
out of her.” She smiled, but didn’t answer. She didn’t have to because I knew
the answer.
It had gotten so that almost every
time we had sex, black cock was mentioned sometime during the event. It had
become a part of our sex life. That was when I thought about Hawk the most. I
could almost, but not quite, see him and Suzi in my evil mind.
***
When I saw Hawk, I almost didn’t
recognize him. He was even bigger than I remembered. He was bald now where
before he had close cropped hair. He apparently had managed to pick up a few
scars since I last saw him as I was being put on the MediVac chopper. I was
sitting in the food court at the mall waiting on Suzi to finish shopping. He
was looking in the window of a men’s store. It wasn’t his face that caught my
attention. It was how he stood. Casual but alert. Almost like a spring trap
that could click shut in an instant. I was undecided about going over to him.
After all it had been over three years. Things change. People change. As it
turned out I didn’t have to make a decision. I knew the moment he saw and
recognized me.
“How’s it goin’ Byrd?” he asked taking
a seat beside me on the bench.
“Not bad. You?”
“Still alive and kickin’,” he
responded. “You shot anybody yet?”
“Nope, but it’s still early. Where the
fuck you been, Hawk?”
“Here and there. Mostly there.” There
were no handshakes or manly hugs. It was almost as if it had been days instead
of years that separated us.
“I see. Why here and why now?”
“Had some business in town. Remembered
you lived here and thought I might look you up.”
“You figured that out of a million or
so people in this city, you might run into me at a mall?” He laughed and
glanced at me.
“Naw, I need some new clothes and I
was checkin’ things out. I saw your reflection in the window. I said to myself,
’can that be Alan Byrd?’ I checked to see if you were sitting with one ass
cheek off the bench and I knew it was you.”
“Fuckin’ liar,” I said without rancor.
“I sit like anybody else. Is it possible to get a straight answer out of you?”
“Not likely,” he answered with a
laugh. “I went by your house and saw the note you left on the door. Not you,
your wife I guess. Suzi?” I nodded. I remembered she left a note to tell the
lawn crew that we would be back to pay them before they finished. “I guess that
shopping would either be at a mall or a grocery store. I do need some new duds
so I took a chance. You doin’ alright?”
“Yes I am. Mighty fine actually.
Started a computer business that’s taken off and now I have five people working
for me.”
“Need any help?” he asked grinning.
“Sure, you know anything about
computers?”
“I know what they are, but that’s
about it.” He laughed, “I’m just yankin’ your chain. I’m not out of work, I own
my own business, too. Got time for a beer?”
“Yeah, just as soon as I find Suzi and
tell her I’m leaving. You came looking for me?”
“Yeah, sorta. I was in Chicago a few
weeks ago and I ran into Miller. He said he saw you had a web site and I looked
it up. Got to thinkin’ about you and thought I see how you was doin’” Okay, I
thought. That could be true, but knowing Hawk I figured there was a bit more to
it than that.
I was saved the task of looking for
Suzi. She found us still in the food court. I introduced them, reminding Suzi
that Hawk was the man who saved my life. I’m not sure why I did that. I had
told her the story several times. Suzi gave Hawk an appraising look then looked
back at me.
“There’s over a case of beer in the
refrigerator at home. You should do your serious drinking there.”
“Are we going to be seriously
drinking, Hawk?” I asked him.
“Is there any other kind?” he
responded with a laugh. It was a strange flashback for me. Hawk, the man who
saved my life, was right here, but in my mind for a few moments, we were back
in the ‘Land of Sand’. I mentally shook myself and told him a better way to get
to my house.
***
Hawk and I found a cool spot on the
back patio overlooking the place I was planning on building the swimming pool.
Suzi brought us each a bottle of beer. I was surprised that she had one for
herself because she seldom drinks beer, preferring wine or mixed drinks. I was
also surprised that she sat down beside me on the glider.
“Before I forget it, Hawk,” Suzi said.
“Thank you for saving Alan’s life.”
“I’m going to tell you something I
ain’t ever told a single soul,” Hawk said seriously. “I wasn’t trying to save
his miserable life, I was just pushing him out of my way. The jerk-off was
between me and a place to hide.”
“I don’t believe you,” Suzi said
glancing at me to see how I was taking that. Hawk was lying again. One, he
didn’t push me he pulled me down and two, he told that yarn several times
before I was airlifted out. Five men and two women saw him save my ass…well not
my ass, but you get the point.
“I hear you got another metal out of
that deal,” I said.
“Yeah, but you got to remember they
handed out metals like they did ready-to-eat meal packs. Everybody got a
handful.” There was some truth to that statement, but as far as I was concerned
he deserved every one they gave him.
“You still in?” I asked. He shook his
head and grinned at me. “I figured you for a lifer.”
“Had an opportunity to make a few
bucks on the outside so I got on the outside.” He laughed. “My uncle had to go
away and I took over his string.”
“String? Of what?” Suzi inquired.
“Ladies of the evening,” Hawk answered
with a slight smile.
“Whores?” I said
“Prostitutes?” Suzi said at the same
time.
“Yeah, Uncle Robbie had fifteen ladies
working for him at the time of his unfortunate incarnation. My enlistment came
up about the same time as his sentencing. Worked out pretty good for both of
us.” Frankly I wasn’t sure if he was lying or not. Hawk was known for telling some
whoppers. “I was re-organizing the business by going higher class. Uncle Robby
got out last month and the ingrate wanted his string back.” He laughed.
“Bastard didn’t even thank me for adding better looking ladies to his group.”
“How much of that shit is true?” I
asked.
“All of it…Most of it…okay some of
it,” Hawk said with a loud laugh before he could get it all said.. “Okay, I
never could pull one over on you, could I? Truth is I’m lookin’ for a place to
set up an operation. I figured I could make a few bucks here.”
“Being a pimp?” Suzi asked, “So there
isn’t an Uncle Robbie?”
“Oh yeah,” Hawk said. “And he did go
away for a while leaving me to run his string. I had some trouble with the old
concept and I was changing it around when he got out. He wanted to keep doing
it the old way so I hauled ass for greener pastures.”
“And t you think the pastures are
greener here?” I said.
“My idea needs only two things to
work. A good sized group of semi affluent African-American men and some willing
white women. My plan is to furnish white women to black men. Not scags, but
pretty, clean, willing, white women. No streetwalkers, dopers, or run of the
mill hookers. Soccer moms, college girls, housewives, and women like that who
want to make some serious money while meeting generous black gentlemen.”
“You are joking, right?” Suzi asked,
her mouth slightly open.
“Not at all,” Hawk said. “The startup
cost is small, but it’ll take a while to get the word out. Can’t very well run
an ad in the paper, huh?”
“No, I would think not,” I said. I was
waiting for Suzi to come unglued. She has always been vocal about slavery and
she considered prostitution a form of slavery. “I guess you’ll have to run your
operation by hand until you get going.” Hawk laughed at my quip. Suzi even smiled.
“Maybe,” Hawk said. “Since you gave me
the idea, I thought I’d give you an opportunity to get in on the ground floor.”
“I gave you the idea?” I said
surprised. “What the hell are you talking about?” Suddenly I did remember
talking about it. It was one of those off the cuff conversations. Frankly at
the time, I was thinking about Suzi fucking a black stud. I mentioned that
there would be a market in the right location to have a specialized call girl
business. I hadn’t been serious.
“Yeah, you told me that you could find
a couple of women to kick it off,” Hawk said. I didn’t look at Suzi, but I knew
she was looking at me.
“Hey, Hawk, I was just bullshitting
you and the guys,” I said quickly. “You know, just adding my two cents worth to
the conversation. Foxhole bullshit.”
“Well, it was a good idea,” Hawk said.
Suzi got up and left us. I had a feeling I was in some sort of deep shit. She
was back with more beer before I could formulate a good response. “I got it
started but Uncle Robbie couldn’t get used to the concept. That’s when I
thought of you.” He was speaking to me, but he was looking at Suzi who seemed
interested in what he was saying. “I had three women lined up and we were
beginning to make some bucks. That old fool couldn’t grasp the concept.”
“How much?” Suzi asked softly. “I mean
what did they charge?”
“Depended on what the date was,” Hawk
said. “We were still working out the bugs. A regular date was five hundred
bucks. A date was two hours and that’s how we could demand five hundred
dollars. No wham bam, thank you ma’am shit. Slow, easy, and laid back. The lady
could still get in a couple of dates a night. If the dude wanted anything other
than a straight date, it cost him more.”
“A straight date consists of what?”
Suzi asked. I couldn’t tell if she was interested or just setting him up to
take his head off.
“Blow job and a fuck,” Hawk answered.
Suzi didn’t even blink. “If they wanted some ass it was an extra two hundred. A
party started at a grand.”
“Party?” Suzi said.
“Yeah, one woman and two or three
guys. Two women and a guy. Girl-girl show. There are a lot of combinations. The
price depended on what was wanted.” Hawk looked at me and back to Suzi. “Like I
said we were still working out the bugs, but I never had anybody to balk at the
price.”
“What did the woman get?” Suzi asked.
She was still calm.
“Half of what we collected. She kept
the tips, of course. I got the rest after I cover the overhead. Overhead was
the room cost, greasing some palms and condoms. That sort of thing. I had a
deal with a nice hotel to get rooms by the week. I never sent the ladies out to
a guys place or to a flop house. First class all the way.”
“Sounds like you and Alan had it all
worked out,” Suzi said giving me a funny look. “I’m going to order a pizza for
dinner. Is that okay?” After we assured her that pizza was fine she left us,
giving me another peculiar look.
The rest of the evening we small
talked about the military, travel, my business, but the subject of Hawks
enterprise didn’t come up again until he was leaving.
“You give it some thought, Byrd,” Hawk
said as he got into his car. “I’ll call you tomorrow and maybe we can hook up
later.”
“Sure, we can hook up,” I answered.
“But I can tell you now I’m not getting into the call-girl racket. Suzi would
hand me my balls in a paper sack.”
“You might be surprised,” Hawk said
with a laugh. “She seemed interested. By the way, she looks even better in
person.” With a wave of his hand he drove off.