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 though 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
lieing 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 a 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 a 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 start up 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.
***
“So you and Hawk had it all figured out, huh?” Suzi said as she turned down the bed.
“That was just talk,” I said. “I wasn’t serious about any of it. Hell, I have more
business than I can take care of anyway.” She got in bed and I flipped off the light and
crawled in with her. I was reaching for her tits when she jumped on me.
“I hope you didn’t drink too much beer, buddy,” she said pushing her mouth on mine. When
she released my lips she said. “You have some work to do. I need you to fuck me now.”
Since I was only wearing shorts it didn’t take me long to get ready. Apparently it didn’t
take her any time either. It was one of those beautiful times that she fucked me. I was
just along for the ride and what a ride it was.
It wasn’t until she had fucked me to a stand still that I realized that she had used the
F word on her own. When I mentioned it she ignored the question.
“Is he the one?” she asked.
“Huh? What one?” Sometimes I’m not as sharp as I should be.
“Is he the black man you want to fuck me?” There it was again. To my recollection that
was only the third time she had ever said fuck. The first time was when she spilled milk
on her new dress, just after we got married. She blushed for an hour.
“What do you think?” I asked trying to get on safe ground until I knew what was going
on.
“I think it all part of your scheme,” Suzi said. She was laying beside me, her hand
caressing my chest. “Am I right?”
“Maybe,” I said. “You would look good with Hawk’s cock in your pussy.”
“Is he big?” That was a good question. I had only caught a glimpse once while we were in
the latrine. Men certainly don’t want to get caught checking out another man’s package. I
did remember that Hawk had told another guy in our outfit that he had seven inches. That
could have been just bragging. Compared to my modest five and a half inches, seven sounded
pretty big. I had, for the sake of continuity, made mine an even six inches, so I assumed
every male did the same.
“Yeah,” I answered. “He claims to pack a seven incher. I don’t have any first hand
knowledge though.” Before I knew it she was up, light on, and digging into a box for her
tape measure.
“It’s common practice to measure along the bottom,” I told her as she held the tape up to
my dick. She ignored me and put the tape along the top. “I’m not completely hard yet,” I
protested.
“I know that, Alan,” she said. “I factored that in. So Hawk would be two inched longer
than you.”
“An inch and a tad more,” I corrected. She gave me a glance. “Inch and a half maybe,” I
amended. “If he wasn’t lying again.” She looked thoughtful as she put the tape away and
killed the light. It was only a moment later I felt her warm breath on my dick and then
her lips on it. Little Alan didn’t let me down, and rose to the occasion. I almost told
her to get the fucking tape again, but I got busy and forgot about it.
“Do you want his hard black cock in you?” I whispered as I slowly stroked in and out of
her. She didn’t answer right away, only moaned. “You got to say it, Suzi,” I teased.
“Tell me what you want and I’ll get it for you.”
“I want it,” she moaned. “I want his black cock.”
“To do what?”
“To fuck me, dammit!” She raised her voice to a sobbing scream. “I want his black cock
to fuck me!” I figured now the neighbors knew what she wanted if they were awake.
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