But “Zee” did it anyway. He started fucking around with that hot, young light-skinned man who rented an apartment in one of the properties Zee owns.
“You shouldn’t mix business and pleasure, Zee,” I warned. “Never shit where you eat.”
“Nah, it’s cool. I can handle it,” Zee said.
Zee is middle-aged but still attractive. He has a well-paying job, family that loves to be around him, and travels and stays involved in various activities. In other words, he should not be desperate for some ass.
But this young man “Jamal” was friends with some friends of his, who were fucking that muscular bubble ass, getting their dicks sucked by Jamal’s luscious lips and sucking on Jamal’s thick red dick.
So Zee wanted to have what everybody else had. Ain’t that the way we men are?
So Zee would make excuses to go over to his rental property and would knock on Jamal’s door for one reason or the other and Jamal would answer in his underwear and…well the two men started doing what comes naturally.
It wasn’t long after the sexual antics began that Jamal began telling Zee he was $200 short on his rent here or $300 short there. And being like 15 days late paying when he did pay all the rent at the same time.
“I told you this would happen Zee. And you really can’t do shit because if you take him to landlord court he will claim you had a relationship and you gave him a cut on the rent in exchange for sexual favors.”
“Nah Immanuel. He can’t do that. He has a job at the courthouse and can’t get caught up in some faggetty drama like that.”
“Well Zee you know you are paying him for sex. Because every time he is short on the rent or paying late you have to pay that mortgage.”
“Yeah, you are right,” Zee said looking sheepish and embarrassed. But he kept hitting that shit anyway.
Things came to a head this week. Jamal had disappeared and was almost two months late on the rent. Zee finally caught up with him and Jamal said he is moving back home to his parents by the end of August. He says nothing about catching up on July or August rent.
He left the apartment a cluttered mess, filled with old furniture and piles of paper and clothes.
Zee is lucky. Under Maryland law Jamal could have sat in his place for four months free without being evicted.
“Just be nice to him and get him out of there as soon as possible so you can rent it out,” I said.
But do you think Zee learned anything. He asked me whether he should still try to keep in contact with Jamal and get sex after he leaves.
I burn with anger. Zee is a good friend. I don’t like seeing him taken advantage by this young irresponsible trick. If I see Jamal in the streets or at the club I promise myself I will cuss him out or threaten to smack the fuck out of him if he says some shit.
“Don’t you get it Zee? Jamal was not your friend. He was using you. Let it go.”
And we change the subject and talk about something else.