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...