One Last Time, One Last Good Bye

A Short Story By Rafael Solece

I glanced out the window and then back down at my watch for the fifth time in the last twenty minutes. It was going on one O’clock in the afternoon. The moving men were an hour and a half late and I was growing more and more impatient by the minute. I was going to give them another fifteen minutes before I called the moving company to find out what was going on. And even though I despised using profanity, if they didn’t have a good explanation as to why their movers had not arrived here at my apartment, or why they hadn’t called to tell me that they were going to be late, then I was going to let someone have a piece of my mind. Who so ever happened to be on the end of my wrath, I didn’t particularly care.

This is exactly why I hated moving. It was the worst thing in the world to me next to my allergies and cats. And it was precisely the reason I had passed up three high paying jobs in the last four years. All of which were out of the state or out of the country, and they each would have required me to do precisely what I was doing now; rearranging my entire life. It meant, finding a new home, packing up all my things, leaving all my friends and associates. Only to have to relocate to a new city, integrate new people into my life, and get use to a whole new dating pool which was absolutely the last thing that I wanted to do.

I liked my life here in Detroit: my friends, my home, and the men. I was comfortable here. Well at least I had been comfortable here until the powers at be on my good paying job told me that they were eliminating my position within the company, ultimately leaving me without a job. Which is the reason why I am moving in the first place? My job was seriously the only thing that was anchoring me here. They paid me well enough not to have to move and honestly I liked what I was doing.

Of course that’s all over with. I thought to myself as I snatched the dust pan off the box next to me and gathered the trash I had been sweeping into it. I crossed to the middle of the living room and dumped the rubble into the black trash bag in the middle of the floor. I was tired and hungry. I hadn’t eaten breakfast and I hadn’t gotten much sleep last night. I had stayed awake until early this morning trying to finish packing so that by the time the movers got here everything would be readily accessible to them, and all they would have to do was pick my things up and load them into the truck.


I was worried that I wouldn’t be finish in time and they would have to wait on me. I had even gotten up early so that I could start cleaning the house from top to bottom so that by the time they were finished moving my things out, I would have little to nothing to do except take out the trash. Of course here it was the other way around, I was waiting on movers and I couldn’t do much of anything else until they got here.

But it serves me right for waiting until the last minute to pack my entire apartment, a whole five years of my life, in only two days in the first place. I had been planning this move for a month. And I literally should have started packing weeks ago. Oh but no, not me, I kept procrastinating. And so this is the price I have to pay. Exhausted and working on four hours of sleep.

I turned around in the middle of the floor to see if I had missed any trash. The floor was spotless. A good mopping and I would be done. If only the movers would get here then I could do that, call the landlord, do the walk through, turn in my key, and hopefully get a check for my deposit. Of course the movers had to get here and get all this shit out of here before the end of business day. Otherwise I would have to push all of this until tomorrow, and I didn’t want to do that at all. My plane was scheduled to leave at 2p.m. for Atlanta, and I didn’t want to have any time constraints.

I glanced out the window as I picked up the phone; still no moving truck. This was ridiculous. I had so much to do and these movers were putting me behind schedule. I pulled the business card out of my pocket that had the moving companies’ number on it and dialed the number. It rang four times and then I heard someone pick up on the other end.

We Move! The young woman sang into the phone. Tonya speaking

Hi Tonya, how are you this afternoon?

I was trying to be polite but I really wanted to scream at her.

I am fine thank you! How are you sir?

She asked.

Not so good Tonya.

What’s the problem sir?

Tonya asked with a hint of concern in her voice.

Tonya, I called about a week ago and reserved a truck and two movers from your company to come out and pack my apartment today, but the movers haven’t arrived.


Oh! I heard Tonya squeal on the other end of the phone. What time was your reservation sir?


Eleven-thirty.


Oh My! It’s going on two.

Yes it is.

My voice was as flat and dry as I could get it.

My Apologies sir! What is the name on the reservation?


It’s Kevon Tur-

I paused when I heard the sound of something large moving below my balcony. I stepped over to the window just in time enough to see a huge truck trying to parallel park right outside my building. “We Move” was printed on the side of the truck in bright green letters.

I think they just pulled up.

I sighed heavily into the phone. I could hear Tonya take a deep breath as well. You had better be relieved. I thought to myself as I grabbed my sneakers from beside the sofa.

Oh that’s great!

I heard her say. Sure, it is. I though as I angled the phone between my ear and my shoulder.

I am so sorry for the inconvenience sir,


Are you really sorry Tonya?

I knew I was being an absolute bitch, but I was seriously irritated.

Oh Sir I am sorry. She squealed into the phone. I know it doesn’t make up for the time, but if it’s any consolation I can give you a discount on the overall service fee. I can discount the transportation fee if you want.

Now that sounded more like it especially considering that I was going to be paying the movers by the hour for Packing the truck and then unpacking it at my new place in Atlanta.

That sounds good to me.


And please note that we don’t start charging you the hourly rate of packing your things into the truck until they sign you in.


I would hope not!

I said before I had the chance to stop myself and she obviously caught on to the unintentional sarcasm in my voice because she immediately began to start apologizing for the inconvenience. I honestly wasn’t in the mood to hear it though. The moving men were her now. All I wanted to do was get off the phone with here and meet them at the bottom of the stairs to let them in so that they could get straight to work.

It’s alright Tonya. I was curt when I interrupted her. I was sure of it but I tried to sound a little bit more pleasant as I went on. All is well. The men are here and I need to go and meet them down stairs.

I said as I finished tying my left shoe.

Thank you for your assistance.


Alright-

I heard her start to say. But I hung up before she could say anything else. I honestly just wasn’t in the mood to continue on listening to any excuses or apologies on her part; especially since it wasn’t Tonya’s fault that the movers were late. I slipped my cellular phone back into my pocket, grabbed my keys off the counter, and headed downstairs to meet the movers.

They were just getting out of the cab of the truck when I stepped out the front entrance to my building. The two of them were wearing dark black jumpers. The shorter of the two had the top portion of his jumper tied around his waist. He was wearing a dark grey wife beater, with grey and black baseball gloves to match his outfit, and a black fitted cap that with the company’s logo on the front of it.

He glanced over at the building and then scribbled something on the clip board he was holding. He spotted me the moment I ascended the stairs toward him. He was about my height; maybe an inch shorter than me. He had wide, line backer shoulders, and thick muscular arms. Two tattoos flanking each shoulder. The one on his left arm was a cross, being held by a pair of hands. And the other was a brand of some sort. It reminded me of something I had seen one of my fellow Greeks get in college.

Mister Turner?

He asked as I approached.

Yes!

My voice was cold. I knew it, I meant it to be. He extended his hand out for me to shake. So I did and he clasped my hand in his, and starred me dead in my eyes.

I apologize for being so late Mister Turner.

His voice was softer than it had been before. Much softer than his grip on my hand implied it would be. Much softer than his body, at first glance, would have lead me to believe. And I returned his forceful grip and kept his strong gaze.

An hour and forty-five minutes to be exact!

There was ice in my voice. I wanted to let him know that he wasn’t about to get off that easy. I was heated. I had been waiting for them for almost two hours and that was unacceptable.

Is this how you do all your clients I went on to say: my voice growing colder with every word. Or am I getting special treatment?

Again, my sarcasm wasn’t lost on him. His top lip twitched as the daggers flew from my lips.

It makes absolutely no sense that I have been sitting here waiting this long for you to show up. My reservation was for eleven-thirty. We should be finished loading my things by now. Instead we are just now getting started.

I barked. He barely flinched.

I know Mister Turner,

He spoke in that cool voice. Just as soft as he it had been before. Something about the tone of his voice had me feeling calmer than I should have been. I could see his partner fiddling with the back of the truck.

There were some issues with our truck this morning that we couldn’t have expected.

He started to give me a sob story but I just wasn’t in the mood to hear it.

You couldn’t have called?

I barked. His partner was now leaning against the back of the truck watching us exchange words. Probably certain of the fire storm to come, and making an attempt to stay out of range of my fury.

We tried! The Shorter one said finally. But the number printed here on the paper work is incorrect.

He flipped the clip board around to face me and used his pen to underline the number printed there. Sure enough the contact information for me was not a working number. In fact it was my old landline which the phone company had disconnected the day before. It felt like someone had knocked the wind out of me.

Oh Shit! I heard myself say. That’s the landline.


Let me guess. He smiled. Disconnected, right?


Yes!

I wanted to climb up under the building. I was about to lay into this man for not calling when obviously he couldn’t, because I hadn’t taken the time to make sure that I provided the company with an alternate number to reach me at. That wasn’t very smart of me.

It’s alright Mister Turner! It happens more often than you know.

He spoke in that cool tone.

Which part, you being late or my stupidity?


Um…I’m going to say both and that way we are both a little responsible.

I laughed and so did he. He knew I would. I wasn’t quite as upset anymore. I don’t know if it was because I felt embarrassed or if it was the fact that he had made me laugh. Whatever the reason I didn’t feel like cursing him out as I had intended. In fact I sort of felt like offering him a drink. Perhaps this is why his partner fell back. He knew that Shorty had charisma.

But honestly Mister Trevor, I know we’re late and I know you want to get out of here, and honestly we need to get you packed up and get on the road if we are going to make good time into Atlanta. We don’t want to have you waiting there too long without your things.


Well said.

He handed me the clip board and pointed to the spot at the bottom where I was suppose to sign. I grabbed the pen from him and scribbled my signature out really quickly. When I looked up to hand him back the clip board he was standing directly in front of me and I could smell cinnamon on his breath.

Appreciate it Mister Turner.

His voice was a little dark this time, seductive, a tad bit intimidating even. I stumbled back just a bit. I was a startled by his growing presence, and even more so by the heat that I felt resonating between us.

By the way, He flashed a smile. My name is Randi, and this is my partner Louis.

Randi gestured to his partner leaning against the back of the truck. Louis was taller than the both of us by at least four inches. He had his uniform pulled on all the way. The zipper was undone midway up his torso. Unlike Randi, Louis was wearing a white wife beater underneath. He had a cocoa colored complexion, an angular face, with sharp features and dark brown eyes. He still didn’t speak when acknowledged. He bobbed his head in my direction signifying his name had been called.

It is nice to meet the both of you. My name is Kevon.


Nice to meet you too, Kevon.

Randi said my name slowly. Like he was dissecting it for a science project and his eyes moved over me slowly.

So He said finally breaking his gaze. The paper work says you have a third floor walk up.

Yes sir. They said that, that wasn’t going to be a problem.

I must’ve sounded concerned by the way Randi looked at me.

Oh, nawl! He smiled arrogantly. That won’t be a problem for us. We built ford tough.

His pecks did a little dance when he said that; first the left, then the right. Louis laughed. I assumed because of the joke that Randi made at first, but then I realized it was because of the way I was starring at Randi. I quickly pulled myself together

Well, I turned around slowly. I guess you two needs to get to it then.

I said as I made my way up the stairs.

Bet.

I heard Randi Say.

Come on Louis. Let’s get to work.

I took the stairs faster than I normally would have. I was sweating. Not because of the quick work out but because of Randi. For some reason he made me uncomfortable. Not in that I think he’s going to hurt me, Danger Will Robinson, type of way: but in that, school boy crush, anxious to be kissed, sort of way. If I hadn’t noticed his it initially, I certainly did by now. Randi was flirting with me. Openly flirting with me and I couldn’t decide whether he was doing it to throw me off my game and distract me from the fact that they had been late. Or if he was flirting with me because he thought I was cute. Either way it was making me extremely uncomfortable and I wasn’t exactly sure how to handle it.

I walked into my apartment and immediately headed into the kitchen. I needed some water. There was one last box of dishes in there that needed to be sealed. I reached for a glass and poured myself a glass of water and guzzled it down. I wasn’t thirty. I was flustered I knew that, but the water was the first thing I thought of. I leaned forward against the sink. Pull yourself together Kevon. I thought to myself. After all Randi wasn’t the first good looking man I had ever seen in my life. And he definitely wasn’t the first one ever to flirt with me. So why was I acting like a little bitch?

I heard their boots on the stairs outside my apartment. Here they come. I whispered to myself. I rewrapped the glass and placed it back in the box and folded the flaps down. I could hear their voices now, just outside the apartment.

Mister Turner.

I heard Randi call out to me from the hall way. I grabbed the box and headed into the living room. Randi and Louis were standing directly in the door of my apartment. Louis had something that looked like a stack of quilted blankets folded over his shoulder. Randi was leaning against the door frame. He was holding some leather straps in one hand. I didn’t know what any of that was going to be used for, but quite a few thoughts ran through my mind.

Come on in gentle men.

I said as I placed the box down on the dining room table. Louis came in and tossed the blankets down on the living room floor. My heart jumped into my throat. Randi placed the leather straps down on the table next to me. I could feel the beads of sweat forming on my forehead.

So is everything going in the truck?

Randi asked.

Yes sir. Everything in this apartment, except, I pointed to three bags by the door. Those three bags over there, they are going with me when I leave.


And when are you leaving?


Randi asked.

My plane leaves tomorrow at two, I am checking into a hotel tonight, once we finish up here.


Cool. Well then I guess we should get to work.


Yea because I am paying by the hour remember?

I snapped. Randi flashed me a smile and winked.

Don’t worry; I will take care of you.

I felt a chill run through my entire body as the words left his lips. I was pretty sure that he wasn’t just talking about making sure that my apartment got packed up in a timely fashion. Randi tuned to Louis who was rearranging boxes.

Louis bring that dolly in from the hall way. We will move all the boxes out to the truck first. Then we will move all the furniture.


Ight!

Louis stepped out in the hall way. Randi grabbed the tap off the table and pulled box out of my hands.

I got this boss.

He said with a smile as he sealed the box closed. I picked up the marker when he was finished and handed it to him.

Those are my dishes.


Cool.

His hand wrapped around mines for a split second as he took the pen into his hand. It was warm and rough; the way I expected them to be. He wrote FRAGILE; KITCHEN on the side of the box in bold letters. And handed it to Louis who was stacking similar boxes labeled as kitchen onto the dolly he had gotten from the hall way.

The two of them went straight to work. Louis separated and stacked the boxes, putting them in piles according to the room of the house they belonged in. Then one by one took each stack of boxes down on the dolly to the truck. Randi disassembled furniture and carried it out onto the curb. He wrapped the wooden table tops in some of the cloth blankets, and tapped them so that they wouldn’t get scratched. I assumed. The heavier pieces of furniture were also maneuvered onto blankets and the leather straps were laced at the base of them on opposite ends so that he and Louis could move them together.

I watched the two of them go on like this for a half an hour. It was like watching a dance of some sort the way they wordlessly worked in harmony to clear out my apartment. Slowly, box by box, piece by piece, they cleared my living room and dining room of every possession. Randi was like a ninja. Every time I tried to help, Randi seemed to appear out of no-where to remove whatever I had in my hands. Each time he did it he flashed me a smile, or a wink, and I would watch him leave his arms and shoulders glistening with sweat as he disappeared out of sight. Finally after I realized that he wasn’t going to let me do anything in the living room I retreated to the bedroom to seal the boxes that had the rest of my clothes in them.

There you are.

Randi said as when he walked into my bedroom. I had already finished tapping and labeling four boxes by now, and I was working on another.

You need me.

Louis is clearing the last pieces of furniture out of the living room now. You ready for me to start work in here.

Randi had another set of blackest with him. He threw them onto the floor in front of me. A cloud of dust rose from them and I coughed.

Go ahead. I am just sealing these boxes and this room is all yours.


Cool.

Randi looked around the room to see what he could get started doing. I had already moved the lamps and pictures into the living room for them to carry out earlier. The bed had been disassembled already and was lying up against the wall behind me. There were two night stands stacked by the bed room door, and the dresser had been emptied.

You’ve made this pretty easy for us.

He said as he started to pull the draws out of the dresser. He moved them into the living room. He did the same with the night stands. I watched him out of the corner of my eye. Sweat was rolling down the back of his neck into the fabric of his t-shit, leaving a moisture stain between his shoulder blades. I noticed he had another tattoo across the back of his neck, I couldn’t really make out what it said standing as from him as I was standing. I wasn’t sure if it was because it was so faded or if it was because of the lighting, but it looked like a name. I wondered who’s name. A girl friend of boy friend perhaps or maybe his kids?

He pushed the Night stands on into the living room and when he came back he had more of those leather straps in his hand. He snapped them like belts. I jumped and he laughed. I didn’t. He winked at me and I did everything in my power not to blush. I am not sure it was very affective. I could feel the blood rushing to my face and I could see his smile growing wider. I turned to work on another box putting my back to him.

He maneuvered the dresser onto the blanket and the leather straps beneath the each end of the dresser. He was working slowly. I assumed to make sure that he had prepared it perfectly to be moved. There were boxes of clothes everywhere and I was trying to make sure that they were all sealed. I felt him move behind me. His body press up against mines, and I felt my dick jump in sweats. He walked over to the wall where the bed was and I saw him examining the frame.

This is a nice bed.

I heard him say. It ought to be. I thought to myself. I paid enough for it. I heard him fumble with it and I looked over my shoulder to see what he was doing. He was wrapping the post in blankets and securing them with tap.

What are you doing?

I asked intrigued.

I am wrapping the frame so that it doesn’t get scratched.


Oh!


This is some nice wood.


If you say so, I was really only concerned with what the mattress felt like.


Let me guess you like a firm mattress?

I could hear the smile in his voice and when I looked over at him sure enough he was smiling.

No, actually I like my bed kind of soft.

Randi held my gaze and this time I knew that he was definitely flirting with me but I wasn’t nervous now. If he was going to flirt then why shouldn’t I flirt back?

So why are you moving? He asked me suddenly. You got a man down in Atlanta or something?


No, a new job.


Wow, that’s fucked up.

I picked up the last box and started to pack it tight.

How you figure.


Well if you move down there then that means that I missed my chance to play with you.


I laughed.

I thought that’s what you were doing now.

Randi stood up suddenly and walked over to where I was working on the box of clothes. He stood directly in front of me. I could feel his eyes on me. I forced myself not to look up.

I could play with you, if that’s what you want me to do.


I closed the box and sealed it with tape.

I wouldn’t stop you if you tried.

Randi took the box from my hand and sat it down on the dresser. I knew it was coming but I was still surprised when it did. He grabbed me firmly by the back of my head and kissed me hard across the mouth. His lips were as soft as warm yeast rolls and they folded over my mouth. At first I didn’t know how to respond. My mind was racing and so was my pulse. He responded to my indecision by wrapping his hand around my waist and pulling me to him. His body was firm. Just as I had expected it to be; firm chest, thick muscular arms, and I could feel his lean stomach pressing against mines. If y mind was unsure of how to respond my body surely wasn’t.

I wrapped my arms around his neck. My hand moved up the back of his head, knocking his fitted cap off. I felt it roll to the left of us. My lips fought against his. My tongue slipped in and out of his mouth, and vice versa. His other hand moved down around the back of my waist and I felt his grip tighten around me. He lifted me into the air. I my legs dangled just above the floor. I felt my body moving forward, BOOM. I heard something fall to the ground. A box perhaps I think? I really didn’t care. He spun me a round. My back hit the wall. His mouth still covered my lips.

His hands moved to my sweats and I felt him fumbling with the cord that held them tightly around my waist. Was this really happening? I thought to myself. Were we seriously about to do this? I could feel the blood rushing to my dick and I knew that if I my mind was unsure my body certainly wasn’t. The sweats hit the floor. His mouth moved to my neck and my head fell back against the wall. My hands moved down his back. I clawed at his shirt. I pulled it up his back, over his head and dropped it to the floor.

He responded by tugging at my t-shirt and pulling it up over my head. There was nothing left between him and my flesh. I felt his lips move to my nipples and my body reacted accordingly. My dick was swollen. His mouth moved down my chest, over my stomach and he buried his face in my pubic hair; sucking and slurping on my dick like it was a blow pop. Just before my eyes closed I swear I saw Louis standing at the door. But the sensation of Randi’s warm mouth moving over the meat of my dick felt so good that I couldn’t keep them open. My hands moved to the back of his head and I guided his motion. Slowly and steady, I kept the rhythm of his head bobbing down on my dick and I could feel myself stretching deeper down the back of his throat.

Oh GOD YES!

I felt the words escape from my mouth. But the voice was nothing I recognized readily. I felt Randi’s hand s slide down my waist and grip my ass. He pulled me off the wall; driving me all the way into his mouth. I felt my body shiver at the sensation of his tonsils moving over the head of my dick.

mmmmmm…..

The soft utterance of the barely audible phrase escaped from my lips softly into the air. It echoed off of the bare walls and shattered into the air around us. When he released me from his mouth I was at full attention. I looked down at him and his eyes were moved over my dick like a hungry Koala bear. He looked up at me. His eyes were watering and intense.

Your turn.

He said. He stood up and untied the sleeves of his jumper from around his waist. When he released the zipper It was clear to me that he had no underwear on underneath. He grabbed me by the shoulder and pushed me to my knees. I responded and was face to face with a monster of a dick. It was the same smooth even tone as the rest of him, thick and fairly big for it to be at rest. I lifted it into my hand and engulfed it between my lips and slowly begin to massage it with my mouth. Randi let a soft gasp and I knew that I had started off right.

Yes, get me hard. I heard him say. Make daddy’s dick swell the way I made yours swell.

The tone of his voice was erotic and forceful. It sent something all the way through me. It made me eager to please him. I wrapped my mouth around him and I felt him slowly begin to come alive in my mouth. I could taste the sweet juices of his body erupting onto my tongue and Ii could smell the masculine stench of his manhood permeating from his groan.

Yes, that’s it!

I heard him say and his rough hands caressed my shoulders. I could tell he was enjoying it by the way he cooed, His breathing was shallow. His dick was strong and exploding from my mouth. My jaws were bulging and I could feel the tears streaming down my face. I could barely hold him anymore but I loved every second of him and I didn’t want to let set him free. Randi finally couldn’t take it anymore. He reached down and pulled my head back; setting himself free. The drool from my mouth glistened over the shaft of his dick and he stroked it slowly in front of my face.

He pulled my up by the shoulder and pressed me up against the wall. His mouth on mines yet again. This time his kiss was primal. I could feel his teeth digging into my bottom lip and his breath filling my lungs. I wanted him and he wanted me. I heard the mattress fall to the floor beside us and I felt Randi spin me and we were on top of it. He kicked off his shoes. I felt Randi lift up. I could see him fumbling with his jump suit out of the corner of my eye and then I saw him toss them to the floor next to us.

I got something for you.

Randi whispered in my ear.

What is that?


Let me show you…

I heard him say. He reached for the jump suit once more and pulled something out of the pocket. He sat up on his knees and pulled me into a sitting position. He maneuvered himself between my legs. His lips were on mine. I could feel him fumbling with something then I felt his fingers move between my ass cheeks. They were wet and cool to the touch. He was fumbling again. I heard something tearing. He pulled me close. His body was almost on top of mines. And I felt his dick pressing between my legs; pass the cushions of my ass cheeks. I closed my eyes. I felt him pressing into me.

Ahhhh

The sound escaped my lips and into his mouth. I felt him smile. He pulled my closer and pushed himself slowly deeper. It was uncomfortable at first, but I was scared to ask him to stop. I didn’t want him to. I wrapped my legs around him. I felt him grip my ass and his hips begin to gyrate. The pressure was both painful and pleasurable.

His hips were grinding into mine. I wrapped my hands around his back.

He sped up.

I felt his breath on my neck.

He sped up.

His hands squeezed my ass.

He sped up.

My sighs became moans.

He sped up.

His lips grazed my ear.

He sped up.

I felt him reaching for the floor. I leaned back and opened myself to him. He was staring me dead in the face. His eyes were intense like before. His lips were turned up into a slight grin and he was concentrating on the task at hand.

Let me in that ass Mister Turner.

I heard him say. He pressed his hand into my chest and I fell back onto the mattress. He lifted my legs and rotated his hips deep into me. I could feel him going deeper. The words left me. I felt myself reaching for things that weren’t there. My lips were quivering. Suddenly I felt him lean into me. He wrapped his hands around my waist. He pulled me up and I felt his knees slide beneath my thighs. He rolled back onto the balls of his feet. I felt him leverage my body with his own weight so that he could lift me up.

I wrapped my legs around his waist tightly. He stood up slowly. I felt his dick press into my stomach. I wrapped my hand around his neck. His hands slipped under my thighs and I felt him lift me off his dick and slowly bring me back down. My eyes began to water. He spun me around and pressed me up against the wall. I could feel my ass stroking his dick as I rode him slowly against the wall.

Louis was standing at the door, His eyes were on us. His dick in hand and he stroked it slowly to as he watched Randi dig into my body. I wanted to tell him to stop, but the part of me that was enjoying the pain of Randi’s dick breaching my hole wouldn’t let me. So I closed my eyes and let him do what he wanted to do to me.

Yea that’s right! I heard him say. Open that hole up for me.

Suddenly his slow strokes were strong and aggressive. Randi started to press his dick into me with force; hard and strong. The palm of his hands gripped my thighs. His bent his knees and his hips started banging into me. I lost control of my voice and suddenly I heard myself moaning. He growled at me.

Yes, Mister Turner, yes.

I could feel my muscles tightening. My legs getting weak and my insides melting down his into the hair in between his groan. Harder and harder he pressed. Wetter and wetter I felt. I was vulnerable. I was his bitch and yes this was his ass. I felt his mouth fall onto my chest and his tongue massaging my nipples. I felt my body starting to react. Suddenly my dick erupted. My nut spilled out over the head of my dick between us. Onto his chest and dripping over my waste. My ass reacted accordingly tightening even more around the thickness of his Dick. I felt Randi’s body tense and tighten. He was next. Randi threw his pelvis into my backside violently and I felt his dick contracting against the walls of my hole.

He melted onto the floor in beneath me. We were sticky and I could feel the weight of my body pressing onto his. He rolled us over onto the mattress and he slowly and delicately pulled himself free of my insides. Ii rolled over. I was exhausted and if I was this tired, then I knew he had to be. But When I turned to look at him he was up on his feet. There was a devilish smile on his face

Um, it is a sad thing to lose a nice piece of ass like that.

Randi said as he stared down at me. There was a condom hanging from his limp dick. The tip of it was full of fluid and the weight of it was tugging at the latex. He grabbed it in the middle and snatched it off. Tied it in knot and threw it in the trash bag next to him. He grabbed his jump suit and pulled it back on. This time all the way and zipped it up to the middle of his chest. He slid his foot into his boots and tied them tight. Without a word he grabbed a stack of boxes and walked out of the bedroom; leaving me lying bare assed on top of the mattress in the middle of my bedroom.

I was completely lost for words. I didn’t know what to do or what had just happened. Finally after a few minutes I got up, grabbed my t-shirt and sweats off the floor, and ran into the bathroom. Louis and Randi were both standing in the living room talking. I saw them heading to the bedroom as I closed the door. I stood in the bathroom staring at myself in the mirror for a long time.

What the hell just happened?

I asked myself reflection as I stared blankly at myself in the mirror. Of course I knew that I had just let the mover take me for a ride, while his partner helped, but it felt a little bit like a violation. Yes I loved it. The sex was good, but damn that was so odd. I knew I couldn’t stay while they finished loading my stuff onto the Truck. I was embarrassed. Why, I honestly didn’t know but I was. I had to get out of there.

I washed up quickly and put my clothes back on. Then I exited the bathroom. Louis was heading back into the bedroom. I slide into a pair of shoes that I had sitting by the door and went into the living room. My wallet was in my suite case so I grabbed it and head out the door. I went about a block down the street to Starbuck’s and ordered myself a drink. I took a seat by the window and as I sipped my coffee I went over the entire scenario in my mind over and over again.

When I came out of my daze it was four o’clock. I had been gone for at least forty minutes. I got up and headed back up the street. When I turned the corner I saw Louis closing up the truck and Randi was standing on the side walk looking over his Clip board. I put my head down and made my way up the side walk. I still felt ashamed of myself. Why I didn’t know. The sex was good. Randi must’ve felt my presence because he looked up just as I was approaching.

Mister Turner.

I looked up at him. He had a huge smile on his face.

Everything is all packed.


Wow. And under two hours.


I said looking at my watch.

Well you know. We could have been done sooner but, something’s you have to take your time with. Randi said as his eyes moved up and down my entire body. Some things are just extremely fragile and you have to handle them with care.

He smiled. I smiled to.

So anyway. I took the liberty of doing the sweeping and putting the trash out on the curb. Your landlord came just got here. She’s up stairs doing a walk through.

I looked up at the building. I must’ve looked concerned because Randi nudged me in the shoulder.

Don’t worry. I think you’re good.


Thanks.

No problem.

Randi handed me the clip board and pen and pointed to the time stamp that he had made at the bottom.

Sign right there please.

I smiled and signed my name. When I handed Randi back the clipboard he had a huge grin on his face. I pulled out my wallet and handed him two fifty dollar bills. One for him and the other for Louis.

Wow, a tip.

I shrugged.

I believe in paying for a job well done.

Randi smiled and slipped the hundred dollars into his pocket. He popped the clipboard under his arm and headed to the truck. He snatched the door open and climbed in.

See you in Atlanta, Mister Turner.

He smiled and closed the door. I smiled too. I turned and ran up the stairs just as the ignition came to life in the truck. I turned to get one last look at Randi. He was watching me bounce up the stairs and he still had that huge grin on his face.

I ran up the stairs to my apartment to meet my landlord. He was just coming out of the back. After he and I went over the apartment one last time he handed me a check for my deposit, and I gave him back the key. A few minutes later I in a cab headed to a hotel close to the Airport. Tonight was going to be my last night in Detroit and I knew it. I would go to my favorite Restaurant in the city. Have on last drink with my friends and then head back to the hotel to catch some sleep before my flight tomorrow afternoon. But just before bed I went into my bag to look for something to wear and on top of my clothes was a black wife beater that I hadn’t seen before. I pulled it out to look at it and a piece of paper fell out onto the bed. I picked it up and noticed that it was a note. I unfolded it and read it slowly and smiled. It was from Randi.

Can I get a repeat performance in Atlanta?