Our story thus far: Wes and ‘Tonio have declared their love for one another, and have become a monogamous couple. However, as it always happens, the honeymoon eventually fades away. And, this is no exception for the “Dynamic Duo.” The bruh and the papi confront tough and daunting obstacles and challenges, not the least of which is a vicious, duplicitous thug and drug lord by the name of “Ruffkut.” Yeah, Ruffkut. Ya see, this nefarious character has a serious score to settle with Wes. After exploiting ‘Tonio’s deep insecurity issues, Ruffkut sets up the celeb to make it appear that he’s been unfaithful. As a result, the ‘Rican bodyguard grossly and explosively overreacts, and…Well, join the final excerpt of “Nothing Can Tear Us Apart” to find out more.

I didn’t know how long I’d been unconscious, or what time it was. Groggy, utterly disoriented, my head felt like a giant Q-tip swab and was beating like a drum. My breath tasted of whiskey…but I didn’t drink. And phew! I didn’t smell too good, either.

In my drug-induced haze, I surveyed my surroundings as best I could. I was able to determine that I was in a five-star hotel.

Rolling around on the bed, I found a used jock strap—which wasn’t mine. I noticed that the sheets were badly soiled with dried cum and traces of feces. As well, I discovered copies of the porn magazines Black and Latin Inches.

A wave of panic engulfed me. “What the hell’s going on? How long have I been here? And where exactly is here?”

Then, my memories, in pieces, started to float together.

‘Tonio, my partner, had planned to spirit me away for my birthday…but before he could, Brackston, one of my employees, confronted ‘Tonio and me, accusing me of sleeping with him…God knows I wouldn’t do that—‘Tonio’s the love of my life! We argued, which resulted in ‘Tonio shoving me…in turn, that caused me to take refuge at the Ritz Carlton, refusing to be with ‘Tonio that night…but he came by the next day…we were about to make up when he got that call from yet another guy, claiming that he and I’d been sexing it up…’Tonio stormed out…then that duplicitous Brackston called, saying that if I met him at the club, he’d come clean with ‘Tonio…I got there but was cornered by two burly guys…one injected me in the neck with something, and I lost consciousness…I’d been royally set up…

Then, a thunderous thumping at the door nearly made me jump outta my skin.

“Wes! I know you’re in there! If ya don’t lemme in, I swear ta God I’ll break down this mufuckin’ door!” It was ‘Tonio.

Bursting in, he swatted me aside like I was some insignificant gnat. “Where the fuck is he? In the bathroom? Where?” Of course, he found nada.

Next, ‘Tonio noticed the dried cum stains on my thighs. Falsely incriminating but damning evidence nevertheless.

“Daymn, Wes! You’re just a slut, a high-class ‘ho!” (Pause.) “Maybe not even high-class!”

That insult cut a swath right into the center of my heart. “Don’t say that,” I begged, sobbing uncontrollably.

“Just shut the hell up!” Spit whipped and splattered out of his mouth.

We were now face to face, my back to a wall. And now, I was officially afraid of this man.

‘Tonio yelled, “You’re lying! You’ve never really loved me! You’ve been using me as your own personal sex toy or sumthin’! I ain’t havin’ that, Wes!”

I pleaded, “ ‘Tonio, I’ve proven my love and fidelity to you! Please…”

“BITCH, didn’t I say ta shut the fuck up???” Oh, no he didn’t. He called me the “B word.”

Then, never in my wildest dreams could I’ve ever entertained what would come next. ‘Tonio, my 6’4”, 280 pound, magnificently muscled bodyguard, my life partner, towered over me. And in a flash, in less than a blink of an eye, ‘Tonio jerked me up by my tee and slammed me directly into that wall. God, the pain that ripped through my body!

“Why’d ya haveta hurt me like this?” ‘Tonio railed, growling like some rabid dog. He actually seemed to be foaming at the mouth. Then, he slammed me into that wall a second time.

‘Tonio had me jacked up and pinned against the wall, his huge, clammy left hand now grasping my neck. I couldn’t move. I was having difficulty breathing.

And suddenly, he aimed his thick steely right hand squarely at me.

I whimpered, “Wha…what are you doing?” I tried to fend him off, but to no avail.

He growled, “Mufucker, don’t you….!” And then, IT happened….


(So, exactly what did happen? And, what other nasty, dastardly plans does Ruffkut have in store for our “Dynamic Duo?” Well, you’ll have to grab a copy of NCTUA to find out!)


Wyatt O’Brian Evans is CEO and founder of Nair’Bo Universal. He’s also an author, journalist, actor, stand-up comedian, and voice-over instructor/talent. He conceived, developed, and wrote a gay, Black erotic serial for “Gay Black Male” magazine, which was quite popular. To order “Nothing Can Tear Us Apart,” visit: http://www.lulu.com/content/833337. And, be sure to visit Wyatt’s web site: www.wyattobrianevans.net.