Attracted to Creativity

I’m attracted to creativity. There’s something about the creative mind that speaks to me...its like the person is giving us a glimpse of what’s inside their soul, whether its singing, acting, writing, producing, or drawing. Of course a person has to be MORE than creative to capture my attention. The person MUST be somewhat attractive. And good sex is also a plus...but I guess I would have to be attracted to you in the first place in order for it to get that far. Does that make sense? Well fuck you if it doesn’t...

Anywho, about two years ago I met an aspiring singer named Smooth (I don’t like the name either, but it is what it is). Anyway, Smooth was 18 years old at the time and very passionate about his craft. He spent hours upon hours writing and recording. He respected the fact that I had a boyfriend and I respected him for respecting my relationship. We would get together every now and then and I would listen to some of his music and wisdom. He was very deep for someone his age, after all most 18 year olds only care about where their next dick is coming from. But he was different. He was also very talented and I knew that he would be going places in the near future. 

FAST FORWARD

Two years later...2010. We fell out for a little bit, mainly because he has deep feelings for me and couldn’t have me like he wanted. Besides, you know how finicky us gays can be. One minute we are your best friend and the next we act like we’ve never met. And I kinda sorta had feelings for him, but I had to respect my relationship. But we started talking again, and it felt like we had never stopped (Corny, I know). 

We began to grow closer with every text message and phone conversation, although we tried to maintain an innocent relationship. Our feelings for each other were growing deeper, but we knew that we could only be friends. We both had boyfriends and didn’t want to ruin our situations by giving in to a moment of weakness. Of course it wouldn’t matter if we never got caught, right?

We continued to talk and text on a ‘friendship’ level. One day we decided to meet up and talk face to face. We went to a local coffee shop...I ordered an ICED Caramel Latte and he ordered a caramel frappuccino. We sat outside and talked about everything from life to music to death. Like I said earlier, he’s a very poetic and prophetic person, and as I looked into his eyes I could feel the pain of his past and visualize his hopes for the future.

As he talked about his goals, I couldn’t help but get turned on. Something about a nigga with goals excites me. I looked in his eyes and I knew that he felt the same way. He gave me a slick look as he went inside to the restroom. I waited a few minutes before following him, against my better judgement. I walked inside and locked the door behind me. It was a single bathroom, with one toilet and one sink. He turned off the light as I grabbed him by the waist and pushed him against the wall. We started kissing passionately and grinding against each other. I knew my actions were wrong but I really didn’t give a fuck at that point. There was something about him that was driving me deeper into darkness. 

He started kissing my neck and rubbing my nipples. I turned into an animal as I grabbed his slim waist with one hand and rubbed his chest and stomach with the other. He moaned as I kissed his neck and his earlobe. Suddenly he reached inside my cargo shorts and grabbed my hardon.

I really hadn’t planned on fucking this young man in the restroom. I mean, that’s not classy AT ALL! Its borderline hoe shit. Ok, its full blown hoeness (yes, I made up a word). I guess its not that bad for me, since I’m the TOP in the situation. Honestly there’s nothing wrong with it, after all sometimes shit pops off and you have to take care of it with your given RESOURCES.

Like I was saying, he grabbed my dick and started sucking. I’m not going to turn down head, unless its from some nasty ass stranger, or a person that’s DYING SLOWLY (read that one a few times...you’ll get it). Dude was sucking and slurping like he hadn’t seen a dick in YEARS. I was enjoying it, but slightly scared that one of the employees would interrupt our SESSION. Nothing would be more embarrassing than getting thrown out of the coffee shop for getting your dick sucked, which is probably a crime in Texas. Anyway he got off his knees and we started kissing again. I grabbed his little waist and started caressing his ass. He had a nice set of round cakes...and he was a little wet. He wanted it...I wanted it. We were in the right place at the right time.

The hoe in me wanted to flip him over and blow his back out right then and there, but my common sense told me to have a little decency and carry myself with a little more tact. Fuck that...I was horny. I grabbed his dick and returned the favor. I’m not a very good dick sucker, but I was obviously good enough for him. He was moaning and groaning, so clearly I was doing SOMETHING right. I got up and we played with each others dang a langs until we both nutted on the bathroom floor.

Was it hot? Yes. Gross? Maybe. But we were both horny and we needed to release, at THAT moment. So that’s what it is. Of course we haven’t talked since then but who knows what the future holds...

Chelsea Lately: T.I.

*Ghetto Fish Voice* Bayyyybayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy

TI can GET IT! I'm really not much of a DICK person, but I would take his and do whatever he wants me to do with it. Of course he would be required to bend over and let me blow his back out a few good times as well. Look at his smile tho...SEXY for no damn reason! And that ACCENT!!! Oh my GAWWWWDDDDDDDDDDDDD

*Fans Self*

PS: AJ, I swear I'll fight you over him LOL

Tupac: The Lost Interview

Yeah...I'm a Tupac fan (I bet you didn't know that). Something about his sexy azz always gets me (RIP). He was a poetic person, and Lil Wayne aint got SHIT on him (you know its the truth)

My Straight Crush

My job sucks. The only thing I look forward to every day is seeing my sexy light skinned coworker...we are going to call him CALVIN. He's about 5'7 (short, but sexy), muscular as hell, has ass for days, and a smile that spells trouble. He is the perfect picture of masculinity. The type of guy that watches football every Sunday with a beer in each hand. The man that spends hours in the gym. The guy that cuts his own grass, washes his own car, and knows how to change a tire (literally and figuratively). A true MANS man. At first I wasn't attracted to him, because light skinned pretty boys are a dime a dozen. But something changed, although I couldn't quite put my finger on it...

I always found myself sneaking glances at his plump, round cakes. I didn't want to appear obvious, but I know my looks didn't go unnoticed by him. Occasionally I would catch him looking at me, but he would always look away when I tried to make eye contact. Typical 'DL I like you but Im not sure' type shit, right? Wrong. This man is straight. I think...

I was invited to a gathering with him an another coworker, a female. He showed up wearing a fitted black v-neck that exposed ALL of his muscles. His chest stood out proudly, like two warriors ready for battle, and his ass fit quite nicely in a pair of gray cargo shorts. To top it off, he wore a pair of black flip flops, showing off his pretty feet.

My heart raced as he bypassed the open seat next to our female coworker and sat next to me and ordered a drink. For the next few hours we all sat there laughing and joking about everything from work to our personal lives. When it started to get late, we decided to end the evening. We talked outside in the parking lot for awhile before heading our separate ways. I got a funny feeling as I started my car. The feeling got stronger as I left the parking lot and prepared to enter the freeway. I heard my phone BEEP. It was a text from my coworker WHAT ARE YOU DOING TONIGHT.

As I sat at the red light I replied NOTHING.

The light turned green and I entered the freeway. Five minutes late I received another text inviting me out for drinks...just me and him. Guys night out...he told me to meet him at a bar in Midtown, so I went home, changed, and met him there an hour later. He smiled as I walked through the door and ordered the first round of drinks. We got a few more rounds and started loosening up. I tried to maintain my composure, and he was trying not to stare at me. We talked about sports, work, girls, music, and school. He was VERY easy to talk to and we had a lot of things in common. We are both recent college grads, our degree is in the same field, we like the same teams, and we are thinking of getting our Masters.

As the liquor began to take its effect on me, I excused myself to go to the restroom. I walked through the crowded bar to the and found the tiny restroom in the back. There was one stall and one sink. The room was illuminated with a single lightbulb suspended from the ceiling. I pulled the door closed behind me, but neglected to lock it. I jumped when I felt someone grab me from behind as I was relieving myself. What you jumpin for?

I wasn't expecting Calvin to follow me into the restroom, because straight boys don't do that. Straight boys don't grab other boys from behind either. And straight boys DEFINITELY don't kiss other boys, under ANY circumstances, right? None of these thoughts mattered when he grabbed my waist, pulled me close, and started kissing me with a level of passion and fire that I had never felt before. His hard body against mine was pleasure, and we both fought for dominance in the situation. I lifted his shirt over his head and started sucking on his nipples. He moaned in pleasure as my tongue danced around his navel. I stood up and as I stared into his green eyes I felt like I was looking into his soul. I could see his optimistic spirit tangled with his painful past. I wanted to know more about him.

He kissed me again and started stroking his manhood. I looked down at his nine inch python and my own soldier started standing at attention. Suddenly he knelt down and started teasing it with his tongue. I nearly fell backwards, I wasn’t ready for the sensation. Calvin knew what he was doing, and jerked and twisted his head in a slow, steady motion. His rhythm was steady and sensual as he swallowed my entire manhood. I closed my eyes and allowed him to take control. My body became tense and  my legs tightened up. We both knew that I was close to climaxing and he started moving his head faster and faster until I pulled out of his mouth and exploded on his lips. We stared at each other as we cleaned up. I would never be able to look at him in the same way, but there’s still something intriguing about him. He left the restroom and I took a long look at myself in the mirror. What had just happened? 

I exited the restroom, walked across the dance floor, and took my seat at the bar next to Calvin. He was already drinking, and the bartender placed another Corona in front of me. We kept glancing at each other between sips. I paid for the drinks and we decided to step outside. It was a warm June evening. The air was thick, but not suffocating. The moon was full and the sky was illuminated by the bright city lights. I wanted more, but Calvin and I decided to go our separate ways for the evening. And that was just the beginning...