ONE

 

The sun rose from the northern tip of the city. From his apartment window located on the eighth floor of the high-rise building in the south side of Green City he could see it rising its head into the world. A new day giving birth; the morning already begun.

Kev Williams drank his tea from his mug cup watching the sun appear. He loved watching the sun rise, it never failed to captivate him. The time was 5:57 A.M. He'd beaten his alarm clock by thirty minutes and made himself a cup of tea and here he stood by his bedroom window with the curtain pushed aside, naked with a boner, watching the sun; the moon appeared faint high in the sky. It looked like something a kid had unsuccessfully tried to wipe clean from the world with an eraser.

A word came to his mind. Antiseptic. He thought of what the word meant to him; he thought up synonyms: clean, pure, pristine. The sun looked so beautiful, so clean and perfect. In a way he felt like the sun. Today being a Monday morning, the start of the week, he felt good. He felt clean and pure. He sipped his tea. He looked down at his cock. It stood erect. He admired his cock. The sun came up above several high-rise buildings in the distance. His alarm clock sounded off. 6:00 A.M.

He turned away from the window and went to wash his cup into the kitchen sink before heading into the bathroom. He washed his face in the sink. He admired his features in the mirror; he loved everything about the man he saw staring back at him: Kevin Williams, 34yrs old, son to Ethel and Randy Williams of Chicago, Illinois. Brother to Hallie Williams. Valedictorian, former running-back at Michigan State. Currently an Acquisitions Lawyer for Lincoln, Gamble & Lovette. Bachelor. Single. Sex fiend when not pretending to live a clean-cut type of life. He massaged his right shoulder. He had a little ache there from last night. It wasn't too obvious; he knew it would be gone by noon. He continued to admire himself in the mirror, checking for anything incongruous that stood out-he was too vain about his appearance. He looked at his abs and arm muscles, liked the fact that he still made time to lift weights at the apartment building's gym room at the ground floor whenever he had time for it. He had a flower tattoo above his left breast-a gift from Yolanda, an old flame of his that didn't want to stay gone from his life.

His boner had shrunk to its flaccid state.

He went into the shower and let the water wash over him. His hand reached for the bar of soap and he ran it over his skin. Images of last night flashed before his eyes: he was in a dark room. There were two people waiting for him inside: an older man and a mature wife, blonde. Sagging tits. Silk blouse and dark skirt, high heels and pantyhose and nothing else underneath.

They were there waiting him, for Jimmy Badasss.

The water was warm. The water washed last night off his skin. The water made him clean. Pure. Antiseptic.

The couple exchanged greetings with him after he'd closed the door. The room was tacky and cheap-a bed, side cabinets with a table lamp on both, a closet, a bathroom, a table with two chairs, and nothing more. The carpet was threadbare.

The hubby planted himself on a chair-his wife did the talking. She left the bed and came him. She told him that she wanted him. Kev, in his Jimmy Badasss role, told her he wanted her, too. He let his jacket fall from his arms and pulled the woman toward him.

He didn't realize he was pressing his head against the linoleum wall till he opened his eyes and pulled himself back. He shampooed his hair and was soon finished with his bath. Water ran down his skin after he'd turned the faucet off. He counted to ten in his mind before exiting the shower stall. He knew what clothes to wear as he looked in his wardrobe, selecting which pair of briefs to wear. Bottom drawer contained his collection of footwear: loafers, wingtips, and trainers. Another bottom drawer contained his tie collection. Anything he wanted he had. Kev Williams despised lacking anything he wanted. Sometimes he went shopping and bought himself stuff he had no use for, arguing that soon enough in the near future he would need it. He didn't like being caught off guard when it came to his needs.

He looked himself all over in a mirror when he was done dressing before picking up his bag. He gave his apartment a look-over before closing the door behind him.

The sun had now risen above the city.

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Kev had a car but he preferred taking the train whenever heading to work-he plenty of time to get there so he wasn't in any hurry. He loved checking out people's faces, speculating what the day held for them, wondering what they did the previous night or last week, good or bad.

He took the commuter train all the way to Grand Central, and from there another that was a short ride toward Bryant Park where his office building was located at. He was lucky to find himself a seat by a window and he sat down as the train barreled through the underground labyrinth of the city and glanced at the faces that crowded around him inside the train. Whites, blacks, Latinos, Asians, men, women, kids. Some talking, one or two laughing; most just keeping numb. He checked out the women. He saw one standing among the crowd of men in the aisle, holding onto the metal frame. She looked a lot like someone he knew back in college.

His thoughts returned to last night.

Kev, now as Jimmy Badasss, kissed the woman as they took off their clothes. The husband remained where he sat, watching. He waited till they were naked before stripping out of his own clothes; his mouth hung open with anticipation. He stroked his penis and licked his lips while he watched them make love. Kev lay on top his wife. She wrapped her arms around his backside, kissing him, pulling him down to her. He grind his pelvis between her legs. Her eyes squeezed as he thrust into her. She exhaled. She moaned. The bed sheets smelled of pine and detergent. The bed shook under their weight.

The train made a brief stop and its doors opened for other commuters to amble inside before continuing its route. Kev's eyes searched out the girl, not wanting to lose her in the tight crowd.

Back to last night: he was grinding his body against the woman under him. She groaned excessively from the impact of him fucking her.

"Ahhh yes! Give it to me...yes! Gimme that black dick!"

The mature wife goaded him to fuck her harder; her eyes glazed with lust. Groaning. He turned over on the bed and let her ride him. Her husband commented on their actions but neither heard him. He beat at his meat and never once took his eyes off them.

He focused his attention on another female: white girl, blue beret over brunette hair; denim jacket and skirt, standing four feet from him. Her eyes roamed the crowd around her and soon found him staring at her. He didn't blink. He didn't pull his eyes away. he held her gaze-brown eyes to blue eyes. She turned her eyes away. Tentative.

His mind's eye flipped back to last night.

The wife raised her head backward and gave a throaty moan while he held on to her waistline. He caressed her tits. Sagging tits. Pantyhose and high heels. She fell forward back at him, her hair crowded over his face. His hands grasped her butt cheeks; his cock thrust in and out of her pussy.

The girl in the train returned her eyes to him. This time she didn't take her gaze off his. Her lips-red, full lips-curled in a smile. Her cheeks flushed.

Lust and desire seemed to appear in her eyes; his doing.

The room drenched in sweat, the smell of semen everywhere. The mature wife was now on top of him, grinding her buttocks harder on top of him. He told her he owned her, owned her body and her pussy. He loved the way she yelped and flung her hair like a fan, lost in her lust. Her husband watched open-mouthed, stroking his meat hard and fast. He sensed his wife's impending climax; he spurted cum over his thigh.