Tuesday, September 29, 2009

X-Style Preview: Chris Brown "I Can Transform Ya"

Exclusive Style
New Single: Chris Brown f/ Lil Wayne "I Can Transform Ya" (3 STARS)

So I guess this is supposed to be Chris Brown's "comeback"

My OPINION: This is NOT spectacular track. The beat is hot and Lil Wayne adds flavor to the song. I can't imagine what it would sound like without him. But I'm gonna give this track a little time to marinate...it has the potential to grow on me...

I Can Transform Ya

In a Perfect World

In a perfect world we would live our lives without thinking of the consequences of our actions. In a perfect world we can do whatever we want without worrying about anyone else’s feelings. In a perfect world we could be ourselves and not worry about what people think or say about us.

So what makes this an imperfect world?

My world is imperfect because I spend too much time caring about what people think of me. I spend too much time worrying about the shit that people say about me in the streets. I spend too much time thinking “If I do THIS, then THIS will happen”
So why do we spend so much time living our lives for other people? We have to realize that we get one life to live and we have to live it to the fullest. We can’t focus on what everyone else thinks we should be doing. We can’t focus on what our parents, grandparents, etc. want for us, even if its they think is best. We should do what makes us happy, plain and simple. Fuck what everyone else thinks! Just do you! Live for yourself…

We still have to realize that every action has a consequence, and we have to be ready to deal with whatever comes to us. Life is a journey and we have to think outside the box…

Monday, September 28, 2009

Matt Forte'

So I'm watchin ESPN on a Sunday evening...they are showing football highlights. Suddenly this beautiful slice of HEAVEN brightens up my TV screen. I just got a glimpse, but I'm thinking "Damn...who is this guy?" Thank God for DVR...I rewinded (I don't think that's a word) the TV to get a better look at who this guy is:

Chicago Bears #22: Matt Forte...YUM. I'm adding him to my LIST!

He does have one small FLAW...he's from Louisiana. Now I LOVE my Louisiana folks to death, but yall can be slightly crazy. But I might be able to overlook it this one time...

And do you see that look in his eyes? Looks like he's sayin "Come get it"

Yes...I'm definitely gonna be checking on him throughout the season...I LOVE football!!!!!

Friday, September 25, 2009

Love and Live at Freedom University-Part III

I don’t know what came over me that night but I went back to that site three more times and I kept having images of Clarence and Troy in my head. I thought something was wrong with me. I figured the urges would go away after I finally got a taste of Freedom U pussy. I met this girl named was Candace in my Algebra class. She came over one night to work on a homework assignment and I had the room to myself because Clarence was out with a chick of his own. We worked on the project for a little bit, but I put on some of my Jeremiah charm, laid her down on the bed, and went to WORK!

I felt good after that session but my thoughts didn’t go away. I still wanted to know how it felt to have another man wrapped around my dick instead of a woman. Every night I found myself visiting more sites and thinking about pulling Clarence’s dreads while he pleasured me with his soft, wet mouth.

I kept up my routine of watching gay porn and jacking off to images of my roommate and RA for about two months. I was also fucking Candace and other random Freedom U chicks, thinking that I could get rid of these urges but that only made it worse. One night I was coming home late from the library when I noticed a rubber band on the doorknob, which meant Clarence was giving some chick the BUSINESS. I knew that I had to find something else to do, so I went into the game room. About an hour later I saw Troy coming out of my room. He looked at me and smiled as he walked to his room. I went back to my room, took a shower, and fell asleep. I woke up at about 2 am hard as a rock. I pulled out my dick and started stroking to images of Troy and Clarence going at it. I wondered who was fucking who. Or maybe I was trippin. Maybe Troy was in here for another reason. Maybe Clarence fucked some chick and Troy came in afterwards to handle some other business. The images of Troy and Clarence came back into my head. I thought about Troy sticking his pipe into Clarence’s soft, round ass. Damn Clarence had a nice body. I heard a noise on the other side of the room and stopped my session. I got up and tiptoed to Clarence’s side of the room and saw him jacking off and playing with his ass. He looked up and saw me. At that moment I walked over to him and pulled my dick out in front of his face. He wrapped his lips around it and started bobbing his head back in forth. I grabbed his dreads and started pushing his head into my groin. He slurped and gulped for about 10 minutes before we both came. We went into the bathroom and cleaned up.

“Damn boy I was wondering when you were gonna come around” he said.


“You know what I mean. I saw you lookin at me.”

And he was right. I always glanced at his body when he got out the shower and I felt a weird attraction to him since day 1. I didn’t realize until now that it was lust. So that started a new ritual. Clarence sucked my dick every night for the next two weeks and I enjoyed every slurp. After two weeks of receiving pleasure I decided that I wanted to try giving it. Clarence had a thick and pretty 11 inch dick. I put my lips around the head.

“Take it easy pa,” he instructed.

I tried to go further but I felt like I was going to throw up.

“Easy…take it slow”

I went slow. I enjoyed the feeling and started getting into it. He moaned and screamed as I slurped on his manhood. Every now and then my teeth would scrape against it but he continued to moan and grunt. After about 10 minutes he released his load. So we began sucking each other up between classes, at night, or whenever one of us got horny. Right before midterms I decided that I wanted to take it a little further. I let him pleasure me with his tongue for about 5 minutes before I flipped him on his stomach and laid on top of him.

“What you doing?” he asked.

“I want some of this ass” I whispered in his ear

“Oh yeah? You think you can handle it?”

I was a little nervous. Clarence had a beautiful ass but I was going to enjoy pounding it.

“Hell yeah nigga…you gon take this shit?”

I wanted to tease him first. I told him to get on his hands and knees. I leaned behind him and started kissing his neck, then moved down his back until I got to his brown, well-shaven man-gina. I kissed around his hole.

“Oooooh yeah” he moaned.

I put my tongue in it and he gripped the sheets and screamed with ecstasy. I continued licking and slurping for five more minutes, then I started fingering him with my index finger. My dick was rock hard and I knew that we were both ready. I grabbed a magnum and lubed up. I put the head in first, making him moan with pleasure. I slowly moved my hips back and forth, giving him a chance to get used to the rhythm and the size of my dick. I shoved another inch in.

“Damn daddy”

I gave it to him inch by inch until all ten inches were enveloped by his warm, tightness. He started throwing it back at me, rocking hips hips back and forth to the rhythm of my dick.

“Yeah baby…throw that shit back. FUCK”

This was some good SHIT! I was in heaven. I grabbed his hips and started pounding harder and harder. We went at it like that for about ten minutes before trying something different. We went to the bathroom and I laid him on the edge of the counter. I held his legs up, then went inside and went to work. I could feel myself tensing up and I knew I was about to climax.

“Damn nigga…fuck me…fuck shit fuck….OHHHHHH” he screamed.

“Dis my ass?”

He was speechless. I had him moaning and screaming that this was the best dick he had ever had. We both came, then cleaned up and went back to his bed.

“Damn that shit was good. I never had dick like that” he said.

We shared a long, passionate kiss before falling asleep in each others arms.

A Little Insight: THIRSTINESS

So I generally DON’T give advice. My friends/associates tell me about their situations and I give them INSIGHT, but never ADVICE. I love to hear about people’s lives and loves (as long as it’s interesting) because everyone has a story to be told and everyone deserves to be heard. Scratch that…interesting people deserve to be heard. Boring people should keep a personal journal.
So tonight I’m gonna give you guys a little INSIGHT


In our world it’s difficult to find a nigga that’s worth anything. (Sorry for the harshness, but let’s keep it real ;)) Most of the dudes in our community are after ONE thing. Everyone wants to fuck like a porn star, and with news of an AIDS cure/vaccine I’m sure the fuckeriness (yes I made up a word) will continue to rise. So when we find a dude that seems like he has a good head on his shoulders, we want to do everything that we can to hold his interest for longer than 10 seconds. This is where THIRSTINESS comes into play.

There is a very fine line between making time to get to know someone and appearing to be totally THIRSTY. Let’s define the term before we go any further:
THIRSTY: The act of being all up on a niggas DICK; calling/texting every 5 minutes; stalking him on facebook/myspace/twitter; making yourself look like a total JACKASS.
The definition pretty much speaks for itself. Thirsty dudes are ALL UP on the dick…every 5 minutes calling or texting


“How are you”

“What’s up”

I understand you want to get to know this person but GOT DAMN let a nigga breathe! Now this may be a hard pill for some to swallow. Hell it was a tough lesson for me to learn because when I feel myself LIKING someone I tend to put ALL of my ENERGY into this one person without realizing that there is plenty of DICK in the sea. Besides, just because you’re giving him all of YOUR energy doesn’t mean he’s doing the same for YOU. So that’s a good thought to keep in mind…I believe the old folks say don’t throw all your EGGS in one BASKET. Well the same concept applies to this situation. I’ve learned that sometimes it’s best to fall back and take it one day at a time. You don’t wanna seem TOO interested, but you don’t wanna seem like you don’t care either. You have to find that perfect BALANCE. YA DIIIGGGGGGGGGGGGG!!!???

Friday, September 18, 2009

My Best Friend





I watched in horror as my best friend argued with his boyfriend. I was used to him calling and telling me about the fights after they happened, but I never saw them take place. I started to get angry and I wanted to jump in and help my friend, but I knew that it wasn’t my place to do so. I stayed on the couch and stayed quiet as my best friend pushed his boyfriend to the ground and stormed off in tears. I followed him to the bedroom and held him in my arms as he sat on the bed and cried.

“I just don’t know what to do. I love him so much but he’s such a fuckin asshole!”

“I know. It’s ok. You know you don’t have to put up with this shit.”

“Yeah I know, but it’s been 4 years. I can’t let go”

My best friend (Torrey) had been in an on-again off again relationship with his boyfriend (Kyle) since he was 17. It’s been four years and he was still dealing with the same bullshit and I couldn’t understand why. Torrey is the type of guy that can have any nigga that he wants. He’s 6 feet 3 inches tall, weighs 190 pounds, and he’s mixed with Puerto Rican and Black. He’s a model, his personality is on point and he’s one of the nicest guys I’ve ever met.

On the other hand, Kyle is a complete asshole. He lies, he cheats on Torrey with various men AND women, and he’s emotionally abusive. Ok, maybe my opinion of the bastard is slightly biased, but I can’t help it if I don’t like the mother fucker. He’s cute I guess…he’s 6 foot 1, 175 pounds, and he has a nice athletic body. He’s an aspiring rapper and tries to keep the relationship on the down low so it won’t affect his image.

Torrey and I grew up together. I’ve known him since we were eight years old. We came out to each other when we were 15 and we have always been really close. It was hard for me to watch his situation because I always had a little crush on him. It started when we were little boys. Back then I thought he was just a cool person but as we got older the feelings developed into something deeper that I couldn’t explain.
There were a million thoughts rushing through my head as I sat with Torrey. It was hard to watch him cry. I wiped his tears and helped him pull himself together.

“This is it. I’m leaving him. I can’t do this shit anymore”

“Do what you gotta do Torrey. Just make sure you’re happy”

I tried to play it cool, but deep inside I was overjoyed. I might have a chance now that he was getting rid of that trifling ass dude that he was with. I always wanted to confess my feelings for Torrey, but I figured he just saw me as a friend and nothing more. Plus, I didn’t know how to tell him and I didn’t want my feelings to get hurt. He started packing his stuff…I guess he was serious this time. He packed all of his clothes into two suitcases and started walking towards the door.

“Where you goin baby? Let’s talk about this.”

“Fuck you…we aint got shit to talk about”

I invited Torrey to stay with me for a few weeks but during that time I couldn’t get the nerve to tell him how I felt. One night, Torrey and I were laying in the bed together watching TV (something we had done since we were 15). I decided to just say how I felt.

“I have to tell you something”

“What’s up”

“Uhhh…I really don’t know how say this T”

“Just say it…you know you can tell me anything”

I was about to tell him how I felt when I suddenly froze. I couldn’t do it…I couldn’t express my feelings.

“You ok?” he asked.

I paused then a wave of emotions swept me as I grabbed him by the waist and kissed him on the lips. The kiss was long and deep and our tongues danced with each other in a magical rhythm. As we kissed he began to take of my shirt and I unbuckled my pants. He took off his shorts and his wife beater and started kissing me on the neck. I leaned back and moaned as his lips travelled down my body. He reached my dick and started playing with the head with his tongue. He grabbed the shaft and started moving up and down.

“Damn bae”

That shit was feeling GOOD! I put my hand on the back of his head and started moving it back and forth. His tongue was going crazy! I pulled him up, laid him on his stomach, and spread his legs. I started kissing the back of his neck, then moved down his spinal cord until I reached his ass. I licked and kissed his sweet spot, and used my fingers to loosen him up. I placed me dick between his thighs and he started to moan.

“Damn baby”

I lubed up and grabbed a condom. I I put it in slowly, inch by inch. He started grinding and backing it up on me. I started going faster and faster. His moans and the sound of the headboard banging against the wall turned me on and made me stroke faster. I picked him up off the bed and put him against the wall with his legs and his arms spread.

“Damn nigga…this shit is tight”

And it was…it was the tightest ass I had ever been in. I stroked faster and faster until we both came and collapsed on the bed. I held him in my arms and whispered “I love you” in his ear. He looked at me, gave me a kiss, and said “I love you too”

Thursday, September 17, 2009

Mr Officer pt. 4

My boyfriend was staring at me from across the room. What the fuck was he doing here? How could he do this to me? I guess I couldn’t be too upset since I was in the same place, but this was my first time being unfaithful. Shit I hadn’t done anything wrong (yet) but apparently this wasn’t their first encounter.

“What the fuck is this? What the fuck you doin here?” he asked.

“Are you serious? What are you doing here?”

“Whoa, yall know each other?” Tony asked.

“Yeah…this my nigga”

“EX nigga” I said. “I’m not fuckin with you anymore…”

I pushed him to the side and grabbed my clothes. I was BEYOND pissed. How could he do this to me? I’ve always been faithful (except for this one night) and he was a big ass hoe. This wasn’t his first time with Tony. I felt like I had been betrayed by both J and Tony.
I finished getting dressed and walked past the two on my way out.

“Wait, let’s talk” J said.
“FUCK you! We aint got shit to talk about”

“You can’t get mad…nigga you wanted this dick too. Shit I could fuck both of yall right now if I wanted to” Tony said.

J and I looked at each other and then looked back at Tony.

“What the fuck did you just say?”

J was starting to get confrontational. He walked up to Tony and, stood in his face, grabbed his shirt, then pushed him down to the ground.

“Don’t EVER disrespect me like that again!” he said.

By this time I was completely sober and decided to leave. I couldn’t believe what had transpired over the last few hours. I felt bad for what I did, but I was angry at J for his infidelity.
He tried to talk to me as I walked to my car


“I’m not your fuckin baby. Don’t talk to me”

“You can’t get mad…you were here too.”

“You’re right. I was ABOUT to fuck him…but you already did. You cheated.”

I wasn’t hurt…I didn’t care. I knew I could have any nigga that I wanted, so I wasn’t too worried about this bitch ass dude. He grabbed my hand, pulled me close to him, and gave me a kiss. I tried to resist, but he wouldn’t let go and eventually I gave in. He was my baby and I loved him. It felt like fire was running through my body and I got lost in the moment. He pulled away and looked into my eyes.

“Baby I’m sorry”

I forgave him and we made up four times that night. I fucked him three times and he fucked me once. Although I forgave, I didn’t forget. I still have Officer Tony’s number saved in my phone. After all I’m entitled to one CHEAT. Shit…he got his, why can’t I get mine???

Who the FUCK are you???

Ummm it seems like I have to do this EVERY month and it's starting to get irritating.

So somebody emailed my BF. The email went something like this:

"Your boyfriend is cheating on you"

Now I will admit that I'm slightly more flirtatious than I should be, but I'm not a cheater. And I really don't appreciate these faggot ass punks (excuse my language) being messy.

So I really don't understand people's obsession with me and what I'm (not) doing. Why do people feel the need to sabotage a relationship? It's clear that you want my BF, but I got him and your not gonna get him. Simple as that. There is no need to go around spreading lies and rumors...pointless.

So this is a PUBLIC SERVICE ANNOUNCEMENT to all the gays in the world. Mind your own damn business! Let's stop being messy...thank you!

Mr. Officer pt 3

He pulled down my white Calvin Klein boxer briefs and started licking my thighs. He moved his tongue in circles, tasting every inch of my body. He started licking that sweet spot between my balls and my ass and at that moment I didn't care about the consequences of my actions. I wanted this officer, and I didn't care about anything that happened after that night.

"You want this dick baby?" he asked.

"Hell yeah" I moaned

He continued licking and kissing my body as I laid on the couch. I was biting my lip and enjoying the pleasure he was giving with his magical tongue. As he moved up and down my body I started to feel bad. The effects of the alcohol were wearing off and for the first time that night I felt like I was doing something wrong.

"I have to go"

I tried to get away but Tony was a little stronger than me and held me back. That turned me on. I glanced at his manhood. It was rock hard and ready. It made me forget about my infidelity.

"You sure you wanna go?" he said as he kissed my neck.

Damn this nigga had me where he wanted me and he knew it. He knew I was ready for that dick.

"Nah pa, I'm good"

He stood up, grabbed me hand, and we walked to the bedroom. He kissed me on the lips as he laid me down on top of the bed. His lips were soft I felt his tongue press against mine. He laid me on my back and put his dick between my thighs. This nigga was tryna tease me! I grabbed it and imagined how it would feel going inside. I imagined him grinding slowly at first, then pounding as hard and as fast as possible. A knock at the door interrupted my thoughts.

Tony looked at me as if I knew who was at the door.

"Expecting company?" I asked.

He put his finger to his lips and told me to be quiet. He tiptoed to the door and looked through the peephole.

"Who is it?"


The voice sounded familiar...he opened the door.

"What's up boy"

They dapped each other up and stood in the doorway. It was dark so I couldn't see who he was talking to.

"What you doin here?"

"Shyt...tryna get some of that dick"

Tony laughed. I was getting irritated and the alcohol was definitely wearing off. I wanted to put on my clothes and leave but I realized that they were in the living room. I grabbed a towel, put it around my waist, and walked into the living room. The mystery man looked at me and I was SHOCKED by what I saw...


Wednesday, September 9, 2009

Mr. Officer pt II

This is wrong. After all I have a boyfriend and I don't even know this guy. I thought about not showing up. He sent me the directions to his house. I went home, took a quick shower, and changed. I sat on the bed for several minutes trying to decide what to do. I looked at my phone, as if it would give me the answer. I got a text message...

"You comin shawti?"


His house was about 10 minutes from mine. It was a two story brick house that wasn't quite IN the city, but it wasn't in the suburbs either. I parked in front of the house, walked up to the door, and rang the doorbell. He answered the door in a pair of sweats and a muscle shirt.

"I didn't think you were coming" he said.

"I can't lie to a police officer." I smiled at him as we walked to the living room. He had a nice, clean house.

"You want anything to drink?"

"Nah I'm good."

He sat next to me on the couch.

"So what's good?" he asked.


"Nah that's you papo"

He looked at me and smiled. Something about that smile made me HOT! He leaned over and started kissing on my neck.

"You like that?"


I leaned back and closed my eyes. He stood up and pulled down his pants. He was hard as a rock. He laid me down on the couch and got between my legs. He started grinding slowly as he kissed my neck, chest, and nipples. I was feeling a sense of guilt because I knew that my actions were wrong but I couldn't stop. The cop felt so good against my body and he was giving me something I was missing. I didn't want to take this too far. I had a boyfriend at home and I was already wrong for being here.

He pulled down my pants and wrapped my legs around his waist as he kissed me on my lips. His lips were soft and sweet and he was definitely in control. Our tongues met and a sense of passion came over me.

"Damn" he said

Apparently he was thinking the same thing. He pulled down my boxer briefs and started...


Tuesday, September 8, 2009

Love and Life at Freedom University-Part II

Jeremiah: Main character. Freshman track star at Freedom U from Houston, TX
Clarence: Jeremiah's roomaate/teammate
Troy: RA


I had to realize that I was at FU for a reason. I reminded myself every day that these girls could NOT get me caught up. One of the things my mama stressed to me growing up was the importance of a college education, and she would be very disappointed if I ruined it by getting some jump off pregnant.

My first week at Freedom U was filled with orientation activities in the daytime and partying at night. The Greeks threw the BEST parties. My roommate had a car and I didn’t, so I would tag along with him and his Dallas buddies to all the parties and we had a blast. Clarence and I became very acquainted during the first week. As we got to know each other we realized that we shared many of the same interests. For example we both loved track, girls, and Madden NFL 2010. I kicked his ass in that game DAILY. We also found out that we were both architecture majors and we had many of the same classes.

The first weekend away from home was a little difficult, but I passed the time by riding to Austin with Clarence to a party at the University of Texas. We stayed with one of his cousins and I got my fair share of weed, alcohol, and sorority girls. We had a deep conversation on the ride back to Freedom U.

"So are you ready for this shit?" he asked.

"What you talkin bout?"

"College...like we gotta grow up now."

"Yeah...I mean it's crazy. We on our own now!"

We talked about our expectations for the year. Clarence was the Valedictorian of his graduating class, so he was expecting to have a good semester. We got back to campus about an hour later. I was tired, so I took a shower and went to sleep. My first class was at 9am the next morning.

My mom called me early in the morning.
“Are you ready? How do you feel?” she asked.

“I’m fine…I’m excited,” I said

We had a 15 minute conversation that was filled with her saying how much she loved me and how proud she was. We hung up and I started getting ready for class. I had to pick out a first day outfit…I wanted to be fresh for the ladies. I decided to keep it simple and wear a nice LRG shirt, some Jeans, and my black and red Jordans. Hoes at Freedom U like a nigga that wears Jordans. My first class was English 101 at 9am. Clarence was in the same class so we decided to walk together.

I had another class after that, and then break before my last class at 2pm. Clarence and I decided to meet in the student center for lunch at 12:30. It was fun hanging with my roommate. There was something about him that made me smile in a no homo sort of way.

The first week of school was a lot more hectic than high school. All of my professors assigned some type of or major assignment so I spent the weekend in the library. I didn’t want to lose my scholarship, and I had a huge name to live up to. Clarence invited me back to Austin with him but I decided to stay on campus and work on my projects. Sunday morning my RA knocked on my door.

“Where’s Clarence?” he asked?

“He’s not here” I said.

“Oh ok…you alright? You need anything?”

“Nah I’m cool…thanks though.”

“You sure? I can get you anything you need…” he said as he licked his lips.

“Nah I’m good”

“Aight bro, just let me know what I can do for you,”

He walked out and I locked the door. That was a weird conversation. All of a sudden I was horny. We didn’t have visitation rights yet, so I couldn’t call a female over. I had several girls to choose from since I had met a lot of chicks at parties and in class. I thought about sneaking a girl in but I changed mind because I would get hit with a $250 fine if we got caught. I decided to watch a flick and jack off. I turned on my laptop and tried to find something online to excite me. I checked my history trying to find the last site I visited when I saw something unfamiliar. I clicked it and a gay porn site came up. That’s weird. The last person to use my computer was Clarence. I hit the X button to get rid of the image and put my computer to the side. I tried to do my project but I picked up the laptop and went back to the site. I pulled my dick out and started stroking. I looked at the images in front of me, then closed my eyes and bit my lip. I wondered what it felt like to have another man doing to me what I saw on my screen. An image of Clarence flashed into my head and I started stroking faster. Then I started thinking about Troy and stroking even faster until I shot a big ass white sticky load all over my hand, my wrist, and my stomach.

Sex Talk

So I'm layin on the couch in my sexiest, tightest pair of undies with my legs seductively, yet subtly spread, and I'm wondering "Why isn't this nigga FUCKING me???"

I don't take dick very often, but when I want it I WANT it. When I want it and I don't get it I get ANGRY and I lose focus. So it's better for EVERYONE if I get what I want.

So back to the question at hand: why isn't this nigga FUCKING me? Maybe it's me...maybe I just don't do it for him anymore...

Nah, that's not it. 4 Reasons:
1) I'm skinny, and it's a scientifically proven fact that skinny bois have better azz ;)
2) I'm tight...
3) I have walls
4) I can make him nutt in less than 5 minutes

So it's DEFINITELY not me. Hmmm...maybe it's him. Maybe he's tired. Then again that really makes no difference, because its very easy to wake a dick up. Maybe he has someone on the side. After all there's nothing wrong with a lil coleslaw to go with your extra crispy, ya digg? No...you don't dig and I don't share.

So as I'm layin on the couch oiled up, smellin good, and ready to go, I'm still thinking HMMMM...WTF? It would have been obvious to most niggas that I was trying to get THE BUSINESS, but for some reason I wasn't sending him that message. Was I doing something wrong? Nahhh definitely not. I shouldn't have to say 'YO, LET'S FUCK'. You should come get it when I throw it out there...plain and simple. When you live with your lover, you should be fuckin, suckin, lickin, or bitin every single day...NO EXCEPTIONS

Sunday, September 6, 2009


SO I generally don't like dark-skinned bois but there is something about Jeremih...

He's really not the CUTEST but he looks like a big FREAK!!! Like he can fuck, suck, lick, and bite ALL the right places. And he looks like a HUGE TEASE, which turns me on even more...

So JEREMIH...lemme know when ur ready for this DICK...you can get it ANYTIME, ANYPLACE

Wednesday, September 2, 2009

Mr. Officer


Yes GAWD!!!

He goes by the name of Officer Tony. I generally don't like COPS, but this particular officer could get THA BIZZNESS plus more! I guess I should start from the beginning...

I decided to go out on a Wednesday with two of my coworkers (Niecy and Ashley). We went to a popular sports bar UPTOWN...it's a hot 25+ crowd. I'm only 22, so I don't know how I got in. It was my first time at this place, so I decided to check out the atmosphere. It's a straight scene, but there was PLENTY of eye-candy.

This spot gets poppin at about 9, so you have to get there early otherwise you will be STANDING. Niecy and I agreed to meet there at 8:30 and Ashley would join us later. I got there at 9, but Niecy was LATE

She sent me a text: "Be there in 15".

Divas are always LATE...I thought to myself. She finally got there and I checked the mirror to make sure I was looking 110%. Can't go anywhere looking less than stellar, ya dig? So we walk up to the entrance. I'm nervous because, like I said this place is 25 and up and I'm a young & tender 22.


He is a Harris County Sheriffs Deputy checking IDs at the door. He looks at mine first, then Niecy's. I was WET. This brutha is FINE!!!!! He was about 5'10, yella, with a short taper fade. He had a nice little swagg about him (I hate that damn word, but it's the only one that fits this situation). He kinda looked at me, but I didn't really pay him any attention.


Ashley got there about 30 minutes later. She doesn't drink, but Niecy and I had already started ROUND 1. Their signature drink is called the Jamaican...which tastes like Pink Lemonade and Patron. It was definitely the business! We spent the night cutting up and talking about people in the bar. I had to pee, so I excused myself from the ladies and went to the restroom. I peed, washed my hands, then went outside to the patio for some air. Officer Tony was standing alone by the door. We made some sort of eye contact, but I tried to act like I didn't notice him.

I found a convenient spot that was inconspicuous enough for me to admire his sexiness, yet close enough for him to admire mine. Does that make sense? Fuck you if it doesn't...this is my story. Anyway, I pulled out my phone and started texting...or twittering, hell I don't remember. I got so deep into my phone that I didn't notice him standing behind me.

"Sup lite bright" he said.

"Hi" I said. How fucking corny...hi? I was speechless and that's all that came to my mind at the time.

"So what's good?" He asked.

I gave him one of my famous 'You can get the business' smiles and said "You tell me"

He took my phone, stored his number under MR OFFICER, and walked away.


The spot closes at 11 (it's Wednesday and folks gotta go to work the next day). Niecy, Ashley, and I went our separate ways and I decided to text Mr. Officer out of curiosity.

"Sup...dis 'light bright'" I said

About 10 minutes later I got a text back

"Wuz good lil sexi"

We sent a few texts back and forth before he said "Come Over"

Now I'm not a HOE, but this man was HOT and I was HORNY (blame it on the alcohol). Should I do it? Should I see what this is about? Hmmm...decisions decisions.

"Be there in an hour" I said


Dirty Little Secrets

SO I always wondered what it would be like to live a secret life. There's so much negative hype surrounding me on the DL, but there's also negativity surrounding homosexuals in general. I wonder if life would have been easier if I had kept my sexuality a secret. Of course I'm not OUT either. I don't mind telling people how I am, but it's really nobody's business. I get tired of people asking about my relationship or making jokes about my sexuality. The shit gets irritating.

I try not to care about what other people think. If you don't like how I live my life, FUCK YOU. Simple as that. Dealing with sexuality isn't easy for anyone. It's especially hard when you are at a crossroads in your life. Every day is filled with different emotions. It's hard to deal with life, love, and relationships when you have so many thoughts running through your head. I think a good VACAY is in order!

Anyway, back to the point. DL seems 'cool' to me. I've been reading a few blogs and it seems like their lives are a lot less complicated. I'm sure they deal with their own issues...who doesn't? But at this point in my life I don't think THIS is what I need.

Tuesday, September 1, 2009


So this scene has been playing in my head OVER AND OVER AND OVER all morning, so I felt compelled to write it down for you guys. This is PURE FICTION! (or is it? hahahaha)

Kaliq is a yummy dark chocolate football player. His body is AMAZING and his smile would make anyone wet, regardless of their gender or orientation. He has a girlfriend and a secret. Every now and then he comes over and we do things that his girlfriend would definitely NOT approve of.

He showed up to my house at 11:30pm. I answered the door wearing a pair of black basketball shorts that hung low and revealed my white boxer briefs. I let him in and we walked over to the couch. He wanted to talk, but I was ready to get down to business. I unbuckled his jeans and pulled of his shirt. I had to stop and admire his muscles...he was one of the sexiest men I had ever seen in my LIFE. I pulled out his semi-erect johnson and started pleasuring the head with my tongue. I went back and forth and moved my tongue in circles.

"Damn baby...ahhh that shit feels good"

I stopped. I started nibbling in his earlobe and his neck. I knew those were two of his hot spots. He grabbed me by the waist and laid me down on the floor. He stripped off my shorts and my boxer briefs and spread my legs apart. I closed my eyes and bit my lip as I felt him nibbling and licking at my sweet spot. He was a PRO with his tongue!!!

He leaned up and got on top of me...I could feel his manhood against me and he knew that I wanted it. He grabbed a Magnum, lubed up, and went to WORK! We started off MISSIONARY style. He was holding my legs and going AT IT!

"Ahhhh damn...fuck...shit" I screamed. He was hitting all of the right spots and keeping me on that thin line between pain and pleasure. He flipped me over and put me on my knees

"Dis MY ass NIGGA!!!"

We went at it for about ten minutes with him smacking me on my ass and me throwing it back to him.

"Awww fuck...I'm bout to cum"

His thrusts started getting harder and we were both moaning and screaming. He pulled his dick out and I got on my back. We started jacking until we both came on my stomach. We cleaned up, and he started putting his clothes back on.

"Where you goin nigga?" I asked.


"Nah you aint goin NOWHERE! This dick is mine tonight!" I grabbed his manhood and looked him in the eyes.

We fucked three more times that night. Twice in the kitchen and once in my king sized bed. When I woke up he was holding me from behind. It was nice to have him there, but I knew he had a girlfriend and I was content with the time we spent together. He woke up, got his stuff together, gave me a kiss goodbye, and left.

I got a text message that afternoon: "You could be my baby"

I didn't know what to think about that...so I just answered with: "Really? Lol..."

I don't take dick on a regular...but something about Kaliq makes me wanna be a pro.

Love and Life at Freedom University-Intro

I learned everything I need to know at FREEDOM UNIVERSITY. Four years of tough lessons taught me the essentials of life, love, and relationships. Freedom University is a beautiful historically black college located in rural Texas, right outside of HOUSTON. I came in as a freshman knowing very little about the world around me. I was sheltered from heartache and suffering my entire life, but I would be exposed to much more than I could imagine during my four years at FU.

My name is Jeremiah Williams and I was born and raised in Houston, Texas. My mother is a lawyer and my father is an engineer. I have two older brothers (Terrence-24 and Jason-22) and two younger sisters (Keisha-16 and Naomi-14). I decided to attend Freedom University because my brothers went there. Terrence played football and graduated summa cum laude. Jason ran track and also graduated with top honors. I earned a full track scholarship for being the top runner in the state of Texas.

I was slightly nervous about living away from home for the first time and I could see the sadness in my mother’s face the day she dropped me off.

“You have everything you need? Wal-Mart is right around the corner…let me take you to Wal-Mart.”

“Mama I’m fine…really. I have everything I need.”

I had everything I needed and enough extras for everybody on my floor. The freshmen dorms were much nicer than I imagined. There were about 12 3-story buildings (6 for the boys and 6 for the girls) spread out with a nice courtyard, two basketball courts, and a community center with a swimming pool, pool tables, vending machines, and two big screen flat panel televisions. The rooms were simple. They had two separate rooms with a bathroom in the middle.

My mom and I finished setting up my room and we shared a tearful goodbye. I was going to miss my family, even though they were only 45 minutes away. About an hour later my roommate arrived. His name was Clarence and he was from Dallas. He was about 5’9, caramel skinned, with dreads to his shoulders. I introduced myself and asked if he needed any help. He had a deep voice that made me feel something I’ve never felt before. He was also into track and we started talking about the state relays and the Olympics. Then we started talking about females and Madden NFL 2010. I could tell that we weren’t going to have any issues living with each other. He didn’t seem like a dirty person, and we had many of the same interests. We decided to walk around campus and check out some of the girls.

In high school I was a big ladies man. It seemed like I had a new girlfriend every week. I wouldn’t call myself sexy (I’m not conceited like that) but I sure as hell wouldn’t call myself ugly either! I’m a 6’1 yellabone with an athletic body and perfect teeth! Plus I got dick for DAYS and I keep a fresh taper fade. So like I said I wouldn’t call myself sexy, but you probably would! The ladies at Freedom University were already looking at me and I had my sights set on a few of them.
Later that night we had our first building meeting. I was in building 43 (or FO-TRE as we ghettofabulously decided to nickname ourselves.) We met the RA in charge of our floor (I was on the 2nd floor) and the Learning Community Manger (LCM) that was in charge of our building. The RA was a Senior Accounting major named Troy. He was a dark boy with eyes that seemed to look into my soul. I was mesmerized. It was a feeling that I couldn’t explain. I noticed him staring at me but when I would try to make eye contact he would look away and lick his lips. (Weird)

Our LCM was a recent graduate of the University named Jeremy. He was tall and bright with a curly fro, nice dimples, and he looked like he had a decent body. The natural fro look actually WORKED for him. It made him look exotic in a weird neo soul type of way. I couldn’t explain why, but my dick was rock hard.