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The School Project...

2011-11-28T15:01:00.001-06:00

Where u at?

Terrance texted his classmate, Kevin. They were supposed to be working on a project together but, as usual, Kevin was late.

Omw...be there in 5 mins he replied. Terrance rolled his eyes and threw the phone on the couch. He grabbed the remote and turned to his favorite channel, ESPN. He wanted to catch up on the college basketball scores before Kevin got there. A few minutes later there was a knock at the door. Terrence unlocked the door, and Kevin walked in and smiled. Wassup. Irritated, Terrence couldn’t help but smile back. Kevin had a nice smile that always got him out of trouble. He was tall and built with a body that definitely wasn’t a stranger to the gym. He was captain of the University basketball team, 6’2 21 years old, caramel skin, beautiful lips, and the body of a champion. Sorry I’m late...we practiced a little longer than normal. Kevin said as he sat on the couch. Yea yea...its coo, Terrance replied.

Terrance looked at Kevin’s arms as he pulled his notes out of his backpack. He was wearing red Nike basketball shorts, a wife beater, and a pair of Jordan sandals with black socks. His caramel skin was flawless and he licked his lips as he watched. U ready? Kevin asked. Yeah...let’s get this shit poppin. Terrance sat next to Kevin and they began brainstorming. Damn nigga...its kinda hot in here Kevin said. Terrance got up and turned the AC up. Kevin looked at Terrance’s perfectly round ass sitting pretty in a pair of basketball shorts and black & white AE underwear that showed the shape of his ass. His bright yellow skin and perfect smile added to his perfection, and his deep masculine voice made it even better, since he was attracted to masculine bottoms. Tha fuck you lookin at nigga? Terrance said as he sat back down. Kevin could feel his heat rising as he reminisced on their last session in the locker room after the game a few nights ago. Terrance was taking pictures at the game for a local sports magazine and Kevin scored the winning 3 point shot. The locker room was empty and they had a quickie in the shower. Terrance sat back down and attempted to work on the project. How bout we write about the Occupy movement and relate it to the Civil Rights movement he suggested. Nah, how bout you come a lil closer Kevin said with a slick grin as he moved closer to Terrance and put his hand on his right thigh. Terrance pushed his hand away and moved back. Nah...I’m good.

Kevin and Terrance have been messing around for nearly two months, and were on the verge of a relationship, but they didn’t trust each other. Terrance was a star athlete and Kevin was on the of the hottest rising photographers in the country. They were always traveling, and didn’t see much of each other.

Why you trippin bae? Kevin asked as he inched closer and closer.

Oh so I’m bae now? Normally you act like you don’t know me...Terrance folded his arms and turned away.

You know I gotta protect my image...Kevin pleaded with Terrance to understand, but he angrily got up and went into the kitchen, fixing himself a drink with his back to Kevin. He was tired of hearing about his ‘image’. He knew that dating an athlete would be difficult, especially if he made it into the NBA, but he hated the fact that Kevin was so worried about his image that he acted like he didn’t know him in public. Terrance is also secretive, and only a few people know about his sexuality. Kevin bit his lip as he looked at that ass again. He imagined himself bending him over the counter and getting it in, as they had done so many times before. He wanted to hear him moan and scream his name as he pounded that ass into the wall. He knew he was mad, but the dick the perfect remedy. Terrance couldn’t resist...it was too good. He walked up behind him and started kissing the back of his neck.

Nigga what you doin? I aint playin...Terrance tried to play hard to get, but Kevin kept kissing, moving from the back of his neck to his earlobe, to the side of his neck.

Damn Kev...Terrance moaned and whispered as Kevin hit his spot. He moved in closer so he could feel his 10 inch dick pressed against his ass. He arched his back a little and slowly grinded on the dick. Damn...he could feel it and he wanted it deep inside him. Kevin reached inside Terrance’s underwear and felt that thick booty. He slid his fingers against the hole, making him flinch and bite his lip with pleasure. He pulled his shorts down and Kevin got on his knees and put his tongue deep in the hole, moving in a clockwise motion as Terrance slowly swayed his hips back in forth.

slurp...spit...slurp

Damn bae...eat that shit...damn Terrance moaned as Kevin’s tongue pleasured him. He got up and pulled his shorts down as Terrance turned around and got on his knees. He watched his beautiful dick jump as it was released from Kevin’s black Polo boxer briefs. He smiled and kissed the head before licking the shaft up and down, then putting the dick in his mouth slowly, inch by inch. He teased him before devouring the whole dick in his mouth, slurping licking and spitting.

Damn bae...get that shit wet. DAAAAMNNNNNNNNNNNN bae

Terrance bobbed his head up and down as he slurped on Kevins thick pipe. Kevin grabbed the back of his head and moved his hips back and forth, guiding his dick in and out of Terrance’s mouth.

Damn T...FUUUCCCCCKKKKKKKK

He was ready for that ass. He pulled his dick out of his mouth and kissed him before turning him around and bending him over the counter. He tapped his dick on his hole before slowly inching it in. Terrance flinched as that big dick invaded his ass.

Damn you tight as hell bae

Kevin grabbed the Wet Platinum from his basketball shorts, lubed up and tried again. The dick slid in slowly, and they both let out a soft moan as Terrance’s walls wrapped around Kevins pipe. He gripped his waist and moved his hips back and forth slowly so he could get used to the dick. He started stroking faster and faster.

DAAAMMMNNNNNN baby....FUCCCKKKKKK BEAT....DAT....SHIT....UP!!!

Kevin slapped his ass, and lifted his left leg onto the counter, digging deeper and harder

YOU LIKE THIS DICK NIGGA??

Yes Da---...FUUUUCKKKKKKKKKKKK....ohhhhhh shiiitttttttttttttt ba---dammmmnnnnnn...AHHHHHHHHH

They moved from the counter to the couch, Kevin laid on his back and Terrance slowly sat on the dick

Shhitttt baby...

Terrance grabbed Kevin’s chest as he rotated his hips back and forth, slowly at first then faster and faster. He was in control now, and he was gonna make sure Kevin knew it.

YOU LIKE THIS ASS BAE?

Kevin was speechless...his toes were curling and his eyes were rolling into the back of his head. He grabbed his thighs and started thrusting the dick into him from below, fucking him like crazy. They flipped in the missionary position, and Kevin buried his face in his neck, kissing him as he stroked.

DAMN BABY....I’M BOUT TO...AHHHHHHH FUCCCKKKKKKK

Terrance busted a nut as Kevin continued to pound him. He took the dick out and started jacking off near Terrance’s face. Terrance took the dick in his mouth as Kevin busted.

DAAAMMMNNNNN NIGGA Kevin pulled his dick out with a loud pop and laid back on the couch. They passed out in each others arms.

©SC 2011

Jailbait

2011-09-17T13:37:00.000-05:00

I’m not tryna go to jail. Do you know what they do to sexy lite skinned boys like me in there?

*closes eyes and cringes*

Exactly. A group of four or five big burly ass nasty looking dudes will tie you down and bang you senseless. And not in the good, to curling, make you want it over and over again kinda way. No lube...no condoms...no vaseline, just raw nasty butt fucking, then you end up in the infirmary with half of your lower intestine hanging out. If you are a loose booty queen, then you shouldn’t have anything to worry about, but for tite booty niggas like myself, jail is the LAST place I need to be.

Which is why I can’t fuck with the 17-18 year old bois that have been hittin me up lately. And these young queens are BOLD! I can’t take it!!

True Story:

I was on facebook minding my own business when a dude hit me up. He was nice lil lite skinned cutie...we exchanged messages for awhile, then he gave me his number and we started texting. He asked if we could hang out one day, and I told him we could go out for drinks or something. Then, HE said “LOL I’m only 17”

GURRRRRRRLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL

My jaw nearly hit the floor. I looked at his pics again...he didn’t LOOK 17. And he didn’t ACT 17 either, but the mofo is 17 and still in high school. I’m not running a damn nursery. Tha fuck I look like taking someone on a date to ChuckECheese? Got me all fucked up. He’s hella cute though...and they say the young bois got that GOOOD. Then again, some of these kids are already worn out with no tread on the tires.

Definitely not feeling it. Don’t get me wrong, youngins are fun to PLAY with (as long as they are legal...or Diggy Simmons) but they aren’t relationship material. Like seriously...what can an 18 year old do for me? They don’t know what they want. They don’t know who they are.

Then again, maybe a young wifey isn’t such a bad idea. Especially if he’s in college and doing something with his life. Something about a college schoolboi turns me on and drives me crazy. They are so ambitious and sexy.

The niggas my age are confused and clueless, and the older men are crazy as hell. This young generation seems to have their shit together (kinda) and they might not be that bad...as long as they can cook. Definitely need somebody that likes to cook.

But lets keep it legal...I can’t go to jail. (He’ll be 18 in a few weeks tho)

Clingy...

2011-09-17T12:23:00.000-05:00

A Recent Phone Conversation:

Him: Wyd?

Me (Rolling eyes): Chillin...wassup

Him: Nuthin. I miss you

Pause

Ummmm but really though. How can you miss somebody if you barely know them? How can you miss somebody that you just met and haven’t even fucked, or played with? That’s how you know a nigga is crazy. I don’t know what it is about me that makes dudes act like this...maybe its the eyes and the smile. Or maybe its my wonderful personality ;)

I don’t like clingy people. I need somebody with a little independence. Don’t get me wrong, it’s nice to be missed but got DAYUM! I likes my space, which is why I’m single now. When dudes start acting like that it turns me COMPLETELY off because I feel like I’m in another relationship. But the fucked up thing is that I don’t like rejecting people. I’m too nice and I don’t like hurting people’s feelings, so I kinda sorta go along with it, which is DANGEROUS in the long run. Why? Because feelings end up hurt anyway, and its much worse than it would have been if I was just up front about the way I felt.

WAIT

I’m ALWAYS up front and honest about how I feel. I told the dude I wasn’t into a relationship right now, so he knows what he’s getting himself into. But I can’t help but feel bad about not feeling the same way that he does about me. This is why I think boys are stupid. How can you fall for someone if you KNOW what the deal is? You KNOW they aren’t interested in a relationship and you KNOW that they don’t want to be with you.

I think there’s somebody for everybody, but you have to have the time and patience to wait for the right person. A lot of people have a defined LIST of what they want in a potential bf, and if a nigga doesn’t fit that list then he’s OUT. But we have to be a little more flexible. The dating game has changed...shits WAY to complicated! But it is what it is, which is why I do my own damn thing. I can’t help it if others get hurt in the crossfire. Ok...maybe that’s a little mean, but I blame BET.

Speaking of BET, have you seen Terrence J’s fine ass lately? I mean he was ALWAYS cute, but now the nigga is gorgeous. I would do so many inappropriate things to him

*mind wanders*

Is it getting hot in here?

And another thing: why do dudes get mad whenever I talk about how fine a celebrity is? Everyone that knows me knows I’m in LOVE with Bow Wow (We’re getting married. Our colors are purple and gold, and we’re registered at Neimans). But my ex used to hate when I talked about how sexy he is. Its not like I was fucking him...although I wouldn’t mind. And Rodney Harrison can get it too...

Ok, now I’m rambling and I forgot what I was talking about in the first place. So uhh...how do we handle the clingy bois???

Can BOYZ like Beyonce?

2011-09-16T20:44:00.000-05:00

This is for the bottoms...

Imagine this:

Ur riding in the car with the FINEST nigga you’ve ever seen...he’s built like a football player, has the swag of a champion, and has all his shit together. Car...house...wardrobe...this nigga has EVERYTHING! He’s always at the hottest events and hangs out with the hottest people. The true definition of trade. One glance at him and you get moist. When he flashes his smile you’re ready to drop those briefs and let him break your back, doing things that would make porn stars blush.

There’s just one TINY problem: he LIVES for Beyonce. He gets DOWN whenever King Bey or Queen Britney is on the radio. He has EVERY Rihanna album ever made (From Music of the Sun to Loud). Is that a deal breaker? Don’t get it twisted...he still listens to Drake, Lil Wayne, Gucci, & TI, but THE OTHER SIDE of him likes Beyonce, Rihanna, Britney, & Kelly. Is anything wrong with that?

Can a guy be masculine and still listen to pop/R&B? Or is her forced to portray the uberhomothug and only listen to hardcore hip hop? Does it REALLY matter what kind of music he listens to if the dick is good and he’s taking care of business? I actually know a lot of dudes that would tell a nigga to either change the song or pull over and let him out. Why?

This is why I think boys are stupid...we have an image of what a MAN is supposed to be, and if the guy we are talking to doesn’t fit that image we bounce. We have to accept people for who they are, and what they like. Personally, I don’t care what kinda music a nigga listens to (unless its COUNTRY...can’t get down with that).

I aint gon lie...I LOVE Queen Britney. Yup, I bet you didn’t know that. I go CRAZY everytime I hear Toxic but most niggas wouldn’t accept that. And if I feel that I can’t be myself around you then there’s definitely no point in us getting to know each other. We can still fuck, and possibly go out to eat every now and then, but a relationship aint gonna happen. And we aint goin to the nice restaurants either. I MITE take you to IHOP, but that’s about as good as its gonna get.

Or maybe its all in my head...maybe I subconsciously hate myself for liking Beyonce and Britney and all the rest of those girls. Nahhhh fuck that. But seriously tho, are boys allowed to like Beyonce?

Learning About Boys...

2011-09-12T16:26:00.000-05:00

I don’t wanna be loved...I don’t wanna be loved. Yup, Ms. Miguel (as I like to call him) speaks to my soul with that song. No bite marks, no scratches, no hickeys. Just wham bam thank you maam...get dressed, go home, and call me when you’re ready for round two. Ok, I’m not THAT raw with it, but I just can’t get dudes to understand that I’m NOT looking for a relationship right now. After being with someone for two years (and technically not OFFICIALLY broken up) you can’t just jump into a new relationship after six months. Thats a mistake that is made too often. I’ve even done it myself...hell that’s how I ended up in my last situation. I need time to cool off and find myself. Wait...that sounds corny.

Seriously though, I gotta take time to evaluate my last relationship and figure out what went wrong (although I already have a pretty good idea). And I can’t do that with another dude tied to my arm. Besides, I’m kinda sorta enjoying the single life.

Being single is what you make of it. Yeah there are people that say the single life sucks and I understand how that feels. After all, the weather is about to get cold and its gonna be cuffin season. Cold nights by the fireplace sipping hot chocolate with the boo...laying up on the couch watching movies...hot passionate sex. Yup, that’s what its all about.

UNFORTUNATELY I can’t be cuffed right now. It wouldn’t be fair to me or the other person because they wouldn’t have my full attention. I have a lot going on right now. School, work, running a business, trying to have a social life. Yeah, so a relationship doesn’t quite fit into the equation. And I tell niggas all the time “I’m not looking for a relationship” but they keep trying to tie me down. And then get mad at ME when things don’t go their way. Its really not my fault.

And for some strange reason, the young kids love me. I’m talking about the 17-18 year olds. Can’t do it...I’m not going to jail for ANYBODY (except Diggy Simmons...when will he be 18?) I don’t have time to sit around changing diapers and wiping noses. Tha fuck I look like running a day care center?

I’m learning a lot about myself though...I learned that I have a TYPE, and most of the dudes I’ve dated/talked to/played around with in the best were the exact opposite. Does that make sense? Hell naw...but it is what it is. And I learned that I only have 3 simple requirements:

Be able to cook
SEX SEX SEX
Leave me the hell alone so I can play video games or watch football

Don’t get me wrong, I know how to cook my own food. I’m not saying I want somebody thats gonna have breakfast, lunch, and dinner on the table when I ask for it (although that would be nice), I just want somebody that CAN cook. Is that too much to ask?

Sex At a Party

2011-09-07T22:02:00.000-05:00

They walked into the Doubletree and took the elevator to the 18th floor. There was a small group of men standing outside of room 1814, wearing wife beaters and basketball shorts and they immediately knew they were in the right place. After five minutes of waiting, a guy came out of the room, directed them inside, and handed them a plastic bag for their clothes and shoes. They stripped down to their underwear and began walking through the suite, observing the various activities before getting a drink at the bar. They sipped their cocktails and continued scanning the room for prospects. The men looked at the bed and watched an eager bottom giving head to two men. They walked to the bathroom and saw another bottom getting smashed while a crowd watched and jacked off.

He shot his best friend an evil look, wondering what he had just gotten himself into. He felt someone grab his ass. He looked back and saw that the guy wasn’t quite his type, so he kept walking around the room, looking at the boys who were all waiting. Most of them were cute, some of them were, um, not. He walked to the bar, got another drink, and they continued walking around and observing until they found a spot to sit in the corner. Trey Songz was playing in the background, and the drink was starting to take its effect. He wasn’t quite ready for action yet, but he was vibing. He locked eyes with a short, muscular yellabone across the room. He got up for another drink, then sat next to him. The cutie started rubbing his manhood and kissing his nipples. He started rubbing his thighs and grabbing his ass.

Wait

He was moving too fast. He wasn’t ready for this...he didn’t know what he was getting into, but it didn’t matter as the bottom pulled his dick out of his boxer shorts and put it in his mouth. He started slurping and bobbing his head as a crowd gathered around them. He had to put on a show. He put his hand on the bottoms head, guiding it up and down. He moaned and bit his lip as he pleasured him.

It was time for action.

He grabbed a condom, lubed up, and guided his dick into the warm, tight hole. The cringed at first, but eventually sat on the dick and rocked his hips back and forth. He started slowly, then began moving faster and faster. He laid on his back as the lite skinned bottom continued to ride.

He wanted to take control.

He flipped the bottom over on his hands and knees and started pounding from the back and slapping his ass. The room was filled with his moans and the sound of skin against skin. The audience watched as his strokes got faster and he finally climaxed.

But the bottom wasn’t done...

One of the spectators lubed up and started pounding him for another round.

It was getting wild. He sat next to his best friend, who was eyeing another bottom across the room. It went on for another hour before everyone was satisfied & went home, waiting for the next little get together.

Jealousy & Betrayal: Chapter 1

2011-09-07T00:34:00.000-05:00

“Fuck you nigga!” Antonio screamed at his boyfriend Kevin as he snatched his bags and walked out of the loft they shared for the last three years. He just found out his boyfriend had been cheating on him with a nigga named Carlos from Atlanta. Kevin was an up & coming music producer, and he was always taking trips out of the city. Antonio is an up & coming photographer, and since they were both in the industry he thought he could trust him. Clearly he was wrong. “Baby come back” Kevin followed Antonio into the hallway attempting to calm him down and talk about the situation. “Let’s talk boo...I love you. I’m sorry”. Antonio looked at him and rolled his eyes. “I got shit to do...” Antonio walked down the stairs, unlocked his 2011 Dodge Charger, and threw his bags in the backseat. He called his best friend, Christian. “Yo, can I stay with you for a little while? I just broke up with Kevin’s triflin ass”

“Yea bro...stay here as long as you need”

“Ite...I’ll be there in ten minutes”

Antonio really didn’t wanna stay with Christian, but he had no other place to go. His parents didn’t approve of his lifestyle and wouldn’t accept him back into their home. His other friends were dealing with drama of their own and he didn’t want to intrude. He’s known Christian since they were 5 years old and he was going through a break up of his own, so he figured they could be there for each other. He pulled up to Christian’s building, parked, and buzzed his loft.

“Yo”

“Let me in nigga!!”

“What’s the magic word?”

“NOW before I beat yo azz!”

The door clicked and Antonio took the elevator to the 15th floor. He knocked on the door and Christian came out wearing nothing but his boxers and flashing that million dollar smile that always seemed to get him in trouble. “Ewwwwww nigga...put that shit away. Lil dick azz” Antonio said as he hugged his friend and walked inside. He tried not to stare at his best friends chiseled abs and perfect chest as he dropped his bags in the living room. “Damn you got a nice lil place.”

“Yeah...been living here damn near 3 months and this is your first time seeing it. What kinda friend are you?”

“Whateva nigga...I been goin thru shit”

Christian is a sexy dude. He’s 5’10, 175 with a banging body and caramel colored tatted complexion. He plays football for UCLA and is entering the NFL Draft in the spring. He always has boys chasing him and can’t keep a steady relationship because he doesn’t know how to keep his dick in his pants. He’s not DL, but discreet about who he lets in his business, and doesn’t mess around with just ANYBODY. All of Christians smash buddies/friends/lovers look somewhat like him, athletic and sexy as hell. Christian & Antonio messed around a few times in high school, and Antonio still had a slight crush on him but decided they were better off as friends, even though he still jacked off to the image of his tight body every now and then. As they were talking about their relationship situations, Antonio’s eyes kept scanning Christian’s body and resting on his dick. Antonio is a versatile top, but Christian is packing and he is a straight top.

“Yo you ite?” Christian asked... “Yea...my bad”

Their eyes met and the sexual tension was thick. Christian also had feelings for Antonio, but the timing was never right. He knew that Antonio was the only nigga that could keep him in line and he purposely fucked up his relationships because he couldn’t see himself with anyone except Antonio. Christian’s cell phone rang, interrupting their moment.

“Yo...yea...ok” he hung up the phone and turned to Antonio. “You gonna be ite?”

“What, you got a booty call or somethin?” Antonio asked

“Hahaha maybe”

Christian put on his clothes and walked out the door, leaving Antonio alone with his thoughts and a hard dick.

Meanwhile, Christian was speeding across town to meet Brandon for one of their sessions. They met at a party a few months ago and have been kicking it hard ever since. It wasn’t real serious, because they both had busy schedules, but Christian didn’t mind fucking his brains out whenever he could. Brandon was a dancer and the sex was phenomenal. Christian knocked on the door and Brandon answered, wearing nothing but a wife beater and black boxer briefs.

“Took you long enough to get here”
“Whateva nigga”

Brandon wasted no time unzipping Christians jeans and putting his semi hard dick in his mouth. He slurped his pipe until it was fully hard, then looked at him.

“You like that daddy?”

“Hell yea...”

Christian pulled down Brandons boxer briefs, laid him on the couch, and started eating him out. His soft moans and Christians slurping filled the room. Christian reached into his jeans and pulled out a Magnum and a small bottle of Wet Platinum.

“You ready nigga?”

“Yea daddy”

Christian lubed him up and put on the condom. He lubed his dick and began sliding his manhood into Brandon as he moaned.

“Wait baby...slow down”

“I got you”

Brandon got on his hands and knees and Christian gripped his waist, pushing slowly until all eleven inches were inside. He started grinding slowly until Brandon got used to the feeling, then started stroking faster and faster. The room was filled with sounds of Brandon moaning and Christian grunting and slapping his ass. Their session was interrupted by the sound of a key turning in the door.

Coming Out of My Shell

2011-09-03T14:35:00.000-05:00

I’m shy as fuck. I know...its REALLY hard to believe that a guy like me can be so shy, but I am. I’m so shy its scary. I’ve always been this way...ever since I was a little gay boy trying to navigate my way through this big gay world. I have to be drunk to approach another dude at the club. Ok maybe not drunk...but tipsy. I don’t like rejection, so I just stay to myself. Unless I got liquor in my system...then I really don’t give a fuck. Yeah...that’s stupid. By refusing to step out of my comfort zone I’m missing out on a lotta things. I mean who knows, Bow Wow might be tryna hit me up, but I’m gonna miss out because I’m all shy and shyt. Then again, he has that “baby” (I wanna see a paternity test, remind me to call Maury) so that’s probably not gonna happen. But that’s not the point. I’m too old to be this damn shy...and I’m cute as hell with a decent lil body (I’m workin on it, even though I haven’t been to the gym in 3 weeks. Don’t judge me) so I shouldn’t have any problems. Niggas should be flocking in my direction...they should be on my dick like a fat hoe on a Whopper. On my ass like Eddie Long at a high school freshmen orientation. Ok, maybe that was a bit much.

This is part of a deeper issue. I think many of us GAYS have self esteem issues, whether we wanna admit it or not. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t think I’m ugly by ANY means, and you wouldn’t either if you ever saw me (I promise I’m not conceited). But everyone thinks they have a flaw that stands out whenever they are in a crowd. Maybe they think they are too skinny...or too fat...or they don’t have enough booty...or whatever. We always see other men that seem to get whatever they want in this lifestlyle, and that makes us step back. Makes us feel slightly inadequate. Emphasis on the word SLIGHTLY.

But it really shouldn’t matter. Life is about seeing what you want and going after it, no matter what it takes. Don’t worry about the consequences...just go for it. Just do it...just make it happen. And if a bitch don’t like it they can suck my dangalang.

Ugh...I’m starting to ramble and I forgot my original point. Something about being shy...seriously though I gotta step out of the box. Fuck what someone else thinks....

*raises glass*

Cheers to all the shy niggas! We will eventually overcome that nonsense and run the world.

Niggaz...

2011-08-31T19:52:00.000-05:00

The gay world is filled with good guys and bad guys. For the last seven years of my gay life I’ve been the good guy...the one who takes a lotta unnecessary shit from triflin ass niggas. And how has that worked out for me? Well let’s see...

My first boyfriend cheated on me with his “best friend”. I forgave him and stayed in the relationship only for him to keep cheating on me with half the gays in this washed up ass Bayou City. But when I cheated on him it was a problem...

My second boyfriend did the same thing, although he was a little more sneaky about it.

And the trend continued for the next few years. Maybe its me...maybe something about me is attracting triflin ass lowlife dogass niggas. Nahhhh, I don’t think that’s it. Maybe ALL dudes are triflin ass lowlife dogass muthafuckin niggas. Yeah...that’s it. I’ve been a nice guy for too long and quite frankly I’m sick of it. I’m sick of being walked all over and taken advantage of. I’m sick of doing the right thing. I’m sick and muthafuckinme tired of calling and texting when I’m supposed to and giving a fuck about what the other person has to say, only to have the shit blow up in my face.

Well it stops now. No more Mr. Nice Guy (corny ass cliche, I know). Really though, I’m about to be a dogass muthafuckin nigga, just like the rest of these triflin manwhores walking the streets. Why should I give a fuck about anybodys feelings? Why should I care about what anyone else thinks when clearly the gay male species is only after one thing? EXACTLY...I shouldn’t. And I don’t. I really could care less about a niggas feelings right now and that’s the way its gonna be. I have made some selfish decisions before, but I somewhat cared about how the other person might feel. That shit is out the window now...fuck you AND your raggedy ass feelings because quite frankly I don’t give a flying fuck about you or what you are going through. As long as I get a nut I’m good...yup, that’s just the way it is.

Wait, lemme slow down a little bit. Almost had a Waiting to Exhale/Two Can Play That Game moment. All guys aren’t THAT bad. Hold up...yes they are. I’ve come to the conclusion that guys are good for one thing and ONE thing only. Why should I waste my time getting to know someone when we all have ONE common goal in mind? And why should I care about somebody else’s “feelings” when there’s only one true FEELING that’s worth caring about?

The funny thing is this: I’m really not that type of person. I usually care about other people’s feelings but I guess I gotta find a way to not give a fuck. This should be fun...

Love & Football: Chapter 5

2011-05-03T22:23:00.000-05:00

Demarcus sat in the hospital room as his boyfriend laid next to him, recovering from the injuries he sustained during their fight. He always had a feeling that Darius and Corey were messing around, and he snapped when he finally caught them in the act. Corey ended up with two cracked ribs and a black eye. Darius kept calling him, trying to explain the situation, but he didn’t wanna hear anything that he had to say. He had been betrayed, and he was angry. He wanted revenge. He was usually calm and laid back, but this situation brought out the ugliest anger and made him react in a dangerous way. He looked at his boyfriends near lifeless face. His eyes were closed and his hands were cold. How could he be so violent? His boyfriend betrayed him, but he didn’t deserve to be beaten. What would happen if he called the police? What would happen to his NFL career?

Meanwhile, Darius was sitting in his hotel room trying to reach Demarcus. He called several times and sent dozens of text messages, all with no response. He was sorry for fucking around with Corey, but Demarcus had no right to be mad since he was doing his own thing. He tried calling again, and suprisingly got an answer.

Yo...we need to talk

Nigga we aint got shit to talk about. You fucked my dude...point blank period.

It aint even like that...lets meet up somewhere.

They met at a bar down the street from the hotel.

What you gotta say?

I’m sorry...

You sorry? Fuck you...

They tried to talk about the situation, but after they each guzzled five Coronas, they ended up half naked in Darius’ hotel room. Demarcus tried to behave, but he couldn’t resist Darius in his black and yellow American Eagle boxer briefs with his toned body and juicy ass. He licked his lips as he leaned in and kissed him. He could taste the sweetness of his breath and smell the Givenchy on his body. He knew his actions were wrong, but he didn’t care. He wanted revenge. He wanted Corey to feel the pain that he was feeling, and he wanted to punish Darius for fucking around with Corey.

Darius looked at Demarcus as he sucked on his nipple and worked his tongue down his stomach. He always had a crush on him but was jealous of the relationship that he had with Corey. He continued working his tongue down Demarcus’ navel until he reached his manhood. He was already leaking with precum as he teased the head with his tongue.

Damn nigga

You like that shit?
Hell yea

Darius took the dick in his mouth and bobbed his head as he slurped with pleasure. Demarcus moaned and enjoyed the sound of Darius slurping and slopping on his manhood. He looked down and grabbed the back of his head, pushing his dick further down his throat.

Damn baby...

Demarcus pulled out of his mouth and jacked off until he released his warm reward on Darius’ face. He gave him a smirk as he grabbed a towel and cleaned up. He tossed the towel to Darius and began putting on his clothes. He planned on fucking his brains out, but decided that nutting in his face was enough revenge, for now. He thought about the future and his relationship with Corey. He decided to put this situation in the past and try to work things out. He loved Corey and would do everything he could to make the relationship work.

Corey healed a few weeks later and things were slightly returning to normal. Demarcus & Darius finished their unfinished business, and as far as Corey was concerned they were even.

Love & Football: Chapter 4

2011-02-15T18:27:00.000-06:00

Corey liked sneaking around. He liked the thrill of possibly getting caught and dealing with the consequences. It made fucking around with his boyfriends teammate so much more exciting. Besides, he knew that Demarcus was fucking with other dudes in Chicago, so it really didn’t matter. The thought of getting caught was scary at first, but it became more exciting as the relationship continued.

He sat in the stadium watching his boyfriend and the Chicago Bears against the New Orleans Saints with the other players wives/girlfriends wearing a pair of grey jeans, white shirt, and a black and grey vest. He was pretending to be a cousin of one of the wide receivers so he didn’t seem out of place. He stayed low key and watched his boyfriend and his fuck buddy on the field, although he was caught up in his thoughts and not paying attention to the game.

His relationship with Darius was complicated. They had true feelings for each other, but he was with Demarcus and Darius wasn’t ready to settle down. He flew to LSU every few weeks to handle his needs when Demarcus couldn’t, and he ALWAYS made sure his bank account was full.

At first Darius felt bad for fucking with his teammates dude. After all it was WRONG. It aint like he was a groupie/fan/hoe...Demarcus and Corey had been together for a MINUTE. Then he started to see the way Demarcus treated him. Things were good most of the time, but Demarcus didn’t always give him the attention that he deserved, and he was always fuckin around with other people, when Corey tried his best to remain faithful in Louisiana (except when he was in town).

They didn’t even fuck the first night they met because Darius respected him too much for that. He invited him to his hotel room to chill before he left town the next day. He showed up wearing a pair of grey basketball shorts and a white t-shirt with some Jordans. He stared into his eyes and they talked all night about everything from sports to relationships. They trusted each other. A few weeks later, Corey invited him to LSU and they fucked for the first time. Corey’s ass was always wet and tight, and Darius had the dick of a CHAMPION. It was better than his boyfriend.

The screaming wives and groupie-hoes interrupted Corey’s thoughts. His boyfriend scored a touchdown. He rolled his eyes and gave a half ass clap as the team set up for a field goal. They were winning 27-14 with 6 minutes left in the 4th quarter. The game was pretty much over, so he decided to leave even though he promised to meet Demarcus after the game. Fuck that nigga...

He made the mile walk from the Superdome to his hotel near the French Quarter. It was a beautiful, clear day and the streets were filled with angry Saints fans, mad their team lost to his boyfriends Bears. His phone rang as he opened the door to his room.

“What nigga?”

“What happened? Where you at?”

“My room...”

“I told you to meet me after the game. What tha fuck?”

“Aye...watch how you handle me”

Corey wasn’t about to argue. He hung up the phone and sat on the bed with his head in his hands. He picked up his phone and texted Darius. He wanted to see him before they left.

Meanwhile, in the locker room, Demarcus was pissed.

“The fuck wrong wit you?” Darius asked

“Nothin”

Darius grinned. He knew something was wrong between him and Corey, but he didn’t say anything. He couldn’t let the secret slip out. His phone buzzed with a text from Corey

Come see me...

He knew what that meant...Corey wanted the dick. He started smiling as he typed his reply

I’m on my way

“What you grinnin for?” Demarcus asked.

“Nothin...I’m good”

An hour later he knocked on Corey’s door. He answered wearing a pair of black boxer briefs and a wife beater. He smiled as he let him in.

“Hey papi”

“Wassup baby”

Darius instantly got hard. He bit his bottom lip as he followed Corey to the bed. The held hands and looked into each others eyes

“This is dangerous”

“I know...but I don’t care. Fuck Demarcus...”

“I know but...”

Corey was tired of the conversation. He leaned over and started sucking on Darius’ neck, and then sucked his earlobe.

“Damn...”

Darius took his shirt off and revealed his perfectly sculpted body. Corey sucked on his right nipple first, then his left one before moving down his rigid abs and playing with his belly button. He unzipped his pants and pulled out his manhood, already leaking precum. He kissed and teased the head before swallowing all eleven inches.

“Damn baby...”

Darius moaned and his eyes rolled to the back of his head while Corey pleased him. He was ready to FUCK. He got up and got a condom from his pocket. Corey was on his hands and knees as Darius slowly put his manhood in, inch by inch.

“U like this dick nigga?”

“Yea papi”

“What???”

“Yea papi”

He slid his dick in and out of Corey’s tight hole and gripped his waist as he gave him all 11 inches. Corey took it like a pro

“Damn nigga...”

Darius pulled his dick out and stroked until he nutted on Corey’s chest. They laid in each others arms, enjoying each others company and the scent of the sex in the air until someone knocked on the door. Corey grabbed a towel and cleaned up. He looked through the peephole and saw his boyfriend standing in the hallway.

Joel (Part 2)

2011-01-27T22:06:00.000-06:00

This nigga must think I’m stupid...or blind. Or both...

I had been fuckin around with Joel for about three months, but I still had a boyfriend. I like to have my cake and eat it too. Besides, my boyfriend didn’t give a fuck about me, so I did as I pleased. Fuck his feelings. Joel and I kinda had a special relationship. He even told me he loved me a few times. I didn’t believe that shit though. Niggas lie.

I ignored the used condom on his windowsill. And I ignored the bottle of lube that kept getting lower and lower (I always brought my own lube to his crib). I knew he was fucking around with other dudes, but I didn’t care. After all, we weren’t OFFICIALLY together. I was just tagging that ass whenever I had a free moment.

He didn’t have to lie about it though.

“Who you fuckin?” I asked one night after I finished pounding his ass into the wall

“Nobody bae...just you”

I gave him my ‘Nigga you lying...you full of shit’ look.

Then he said: “Really bae. You know I love you”

I raised my eyebrow

“Nigga really?”

“Really. You my heart”

I started to give him the ‘bitch-boo-bye’ routine and go home. We already fucked (twice) so why was I still there? I mean, his ass was good but it wasn’t THAT damn good. It was good enough to pay his (Cricket) cell phone bill, but not his car note. Or his insurance for that matter. I decided to take a deep breath and not press the issue. Fuck him...he wasn’t worth me getting my pressure all up. You know high blood pressure runs rampant among black folk, and I’m much too young to be sitting in somebody’s hospital bed with tubes and IVs and shit running through my body. Too cute for that...

So I grabbed his laptop, intending to kill some time before going home. He got mad.

“What you doin?” he asked, with a little attitude.

I started to pop his ass, but I realized that it wasn’t my house, nor was it my computer, so I really had NO room to get upset and beat his ass.

“Jus checkin my Facebook. Is that cool with you?”

“Hell naw”

He reached over and tried to take the computer away from me but I pulled it out of his reach.

“You hiding something?”

He got mad and walked into the bathroom. I turned on the laptop and BAM. His BGC page was right there in front of me. He had 20 messages. Not only was he a hoe, but he was a dumb hoe. A smart hoe woulda had that computer LOCKED. I sat there and tried to figure out how to play this situation. I had three options:

Option 1: Play it cool. I already fucked him several times over the last few months and he was calling/texting me multiple times each day begging for the dick.

Option 2: Beat his ass for trying to play me like an X-Box

Option 3: Invite one of his BGC buddies over for a lil wham bam

I decided to pick option 3. I replied to a message from PAPITHUG347 (lame cliche ass name). We did the usual back and forth shit until we finally got to the nitty gritty. PAPI agreed to come over in an hour. Joel came out of the bathroom as I was putting his laptop away.

“Damn...what took you so long?”

“I was getting ready for YOU”

“Nigga please...”

45 minutes later I started getting nervous. What if dude didn’t show up? Or what if he texted Joel? I didn’t even know what I was gonna do when the dude got there. 3 Some? Fight? I would figure it out when the time came. A knock at the door interrupted my thoughts.

“You expectin company?” I asked with a slick grin on my face

He rolled his eyes and answered the door. His jaw damn near hit the floor when he saw PAPI. I couldn’t help but laugh...the shit was funny. He quickly shut the door in his face and ran back to me.

“You ight?” I asked.

“Yea...I’m good”

He was nervous as hell so I decided to answer the door and let the man in, because its hella rude to leave people standing at your front door. PAPI was actually sexier in person. He was 6’1 with a bangin body, nice ass, and all the shit that gays go for. I explained the situation to him. Turns out Joel was feeding PAPI the same ‘I love you I can’t wait to be with you’ shit he was giving me. Our first instinct was to beat his ass, but we decided to be a little more civil about the situation, so we left and went back to his place and had our own little revenge fuck session. Niggas aint nothin but hoes...

Joel (Part 1 of 2)

2010-12-16T19:23:00.000-06:00

Depressed.

That’s how he felt as he looked out the window at the first snowfall of the season. The snow was light and free, a feeling he longed for. Lately he had been feeling lonely, and he can’t understand why. He has everything. He is one of the most successful photographers in the country, he owns condos in New York, Atlanta, and Miami, and he has enough money to buy whatever he wants. He lives a glamorous life of luxury and privilege, building an empire at the age of 25 and he spends his free time with his best friends, Chad and Marcus. Chad is a successful rapper and Marcus is a model.

His boyfriend grabbed him by the waist, interrupting his thoughts.

“I’m going to work”

“Ok”

He kissed him lightly on the lips before he grabbed his briefcase and walked out the door. He was an English professor at NYU and he was very busy with the end of the semester approaching. He was always tutoring students, or sponsoring some type of event. He was tired of eating dinner alone and falling asleep on the couch waiting for his lover to come home from work. There was no passion in their life...even the goodbye kiss felt dull and mundane.

He stared at the snowfall and looked at the beautiful city of New York in the background. It was definitely a magical place where any dream could come true. He decided to move there from his hometown of Dallas because he knew there were more opportunities for him as a photographer and he wanted to be successful.

He walked across the dark brown hardwood floors to his office. The walls were lined with pictures of the various models and celebrities he had shot over the last few years. These photos were the cause of many arguments between him and his boyfriend. His boyfriend never understood why he wanted to be a photographer, and he wasn’t very supportive. He was also jealous of many of the models and often accused him of cheating although he never touched any of his models sexually.

He sat in front of his 27inch iMac and logged into his Facebook account, greeted by 40 new messages and 67 friend requests. Usually he ignored all requests. He thought boys were stupid, and the only reason he had so many messages and requests was because of his shirtless profile picture. His body was banging and he didn’t mind showing it off to the world, since he worked so hard to achieve it. One particular request caught his attention. He was a cute Dominican named Joel Ortega. He had beautiful, exotic light brown eyes, thin lips, and a toned athletic body. He quickly accepted the friend request, then opened Photoshop to begin editing pictures from his last photo shoot. Joel sent him a message a few minutes later.

Thanks for the add sexy. I can’t wait to get to know you...

They began messaging each other back and forth, before Joel gave him his number and they began texting. Something about him made him smile, and he agreed to meet him for drinks later. Nothing wrong with a little friendship, right? They met at 4:00 at a bar down the street from his house. Joel was built like a model, 6’2 165 with a strong jawbone and his wardrobe was flawless. They were both shy at first, but they began to loosen up after the third drink. They started laughing and flirting. It was the first time he smiled in months but he didn’t want to send the wrong message. They were both in relationships and made it clear that they didn’t want to do anything to jeopardize the future with their lovers.

“So am I gonna get a kiss?”

Joel’s question caught him off guard, but he had the sweetest puppy dog look in his eyes. It was type of look that you couldn’t say no to. The type of look that meant trouble. He followed him to his apartment a few blocks from the bar. His knew he was walking down a potentially harmful path, but he didn’t care. His dick was rock hard, and the outline of Joel’s bubble cakes wasn’t helping. He just asked for a kiss...nothing wrong with a friendly kiss on the cheek, right?

They arrived at Joel’s apartment a few minutes later. He called his boyfriend to see if he was ok, but there was no answer. Typical. He got angry as he slipped his iPhone in his pocket and followed Joel to the third floor. The apartment was small, but nicely decorated and comfortable. He sat on the couch as Joel offered him a drink. He sat next to him and they started watching TV. Temptation finally got the best of him and he reached over and kissed Joel’s soft lips. He grabbed his waist and they kissed passionately until they were out of breath. They stumbled into the bedroom, taking off their clothes piece by piece until they were naked in Joel’s bed. Joel kissed his neck, then moved his tongue across his chest and abs until he found his rock hard 10 inch manhood. He teased it for a while before swallowing the entire thing in his mouth. He slurped and slobbered, enjoying the taste of the dick like it was his last meal. He noticed a fresh box of condoms on the dresser. Against his better judgement he walked over and pulled a gold wrapped Magnum out of the box.

“Wait...we can’t do this. Its wrong” Joel said as he laid back on the bed and pulled him closer. He unwrapped the condom and slid it over his throbbing erection. Moments later he was pounding Joel’s ass into ecstasy. The sound of the headboard banging against the wall was nothing compared to the moans and screams of passion coming from Joel.

“Damn baby...work that dick...work it baby”

“You like this nigga?”

He flipped Joel on his hands and knees and gripped his slim waist as he continued grunting pounding his cakes, the sound of skin against skin filling the room.

“Damn”

After they showered he checked his phone to see if his boyfriend returned his call, or sent a text message. He had two missed calls and several text message, but none from his boyfriend. Fuck it...he was over the situation as he laid in Joel’s bed contemplating his next move.

Love & Football: Chapter 3

2010-12-16T01:19:00.000-06:00

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The time was finally here. Demarcus was in town for his game against the Saints and Corey had to make sure that everything was perfect. He got a fresh haircut and was cruising through the mall searching for the perfect outfit to wear to the Bears/Saints game because he wanted to look sexy for his boyfriend. He knew they wouldn’t be able to spend that much time together, but Demarcus got a room for him in the same hotel the team was staying in and he hoped he had a romantic evening planned for them that would be capped off with a mind blowing, nail biting lovemaking session. Corey’s mouth watered at the thought of his boyfriend pounding his brains out and taking control of his body.

He bought some black American Eagle boxer briefs, one of Demarcus’ turn ons. Then he went to Zara and picked out the perfect outfit: A black cut out hooded jacket with a gray and black striped t shirt, black jeans, and black Polo boots. When he finally arrived at his room in the Sheraton New Orleans on Canal Street a, he saw a note on the bed along with two tickets to the Sunday night game.

Can’t wait to see you baby

Love, Demarcus

He smiled. He couldn’t wait to see his baby later that night.

Meanwhile, Demarcus was preparing for the biggest game of his career. He needed to remain focused and couldn’t afford any distractions from Darius, Greg, or anyone else. He was excited about spending time with Corey, but first he had to prepare for the Saints defense, which is one of the best in the league. He had one day before the game and he sat in his hotel room reviewing plays after a brutal practice session.

His phone rang...the caller ID said DARIUS

“Yo”

“Get dressed...we goin to a party”

“Damn...again?”

“Yup”

“Nah...I’m chillin wit my baby tonight”

“Baby?”

Demarcus just made a mistake. Nobody on the team knew about Corey and he intended to keep it that way.

“What you talkin about?”

Demarcus didn’t like Darius’ tone. He was too nosy and he wasn’t sure if he could trust him yet.

“Uhhh...nothin. I gotta go”

Demarcus hung up the phone and called Corey. He smiled when he heard his voice.

“You ready baby?”

“Yes”

“Ok...I’m on my way up”

He hung up the phone. Darius called him again, but he pressed ignore as he walked out of his room and headed toward the elevator.

Upstairs, in room 1403, Corey was waiting for Demarcus wearing black boxer briefts and a wife beater. He made sure everything in the room was clean and straight. His body was smooth and shaven, he had a fresh haircut, and he was wearing Chanel cologne.

Meanwhile, Darius followed Demarcus as he walked down the hall to the elevator.

“Tha fuck you doin?” he asked

“Don’t worry about it...mind ya business”

“Awww...you goin to see yo baby?”

“Fuck you...stay outta this!”

“Ok...”

Demarcus brushed him off and stepped inside the elevator. The doors opened on the 14th floor and he walked down the hall to Corey’s room. He slid the key in the door and opened it as it clicked. His dick got rock hard when he saw him laying in the bed in those tight black boxer briefs that showed off his beautiful, muscle toned ass.

“Damn baby...I’m bout to rip those off of you”

Corey smiled

“Is that right?”

“Oh you playin!”

Demarcus felt something wasn’t right as he looked around the room, but he couldn’t grasp what it was. He walked around the room, inspecting the bathroom, mini bar, bed, and trash can.

“What’s wrong bae”

“Nothing...just making sure everything is right for you”

He smiled and took of his shirt

“Im bout to fuck da shit outta you”

“Oh really?”

Demarcus grabbed Corey’s waist and kissed him on the neck. Their bodies were in sync as they slid out of their clothes and moved to the bed. They kissed and caressed each other, getting hotter with each passionate movement. Demarcus flipped Corey onto his stomach and teased his ass with his hard dick.

“You ready for this?”

“Mmm...yea daddy” he whispered as Demarcus nibbled on his ear

He kissed his neck and moved his tongue down his spine and kissed his waist, then fingered and licked his cakes until he was wet and loose. He pulled a Magnum and a bottle of WET Platinum from the drawer, lubed up, and slipped the head in. Corey flinched, and then relaxed and let Demarcus take control.

“Damn baby...you tight”

He kissed him passionately as he slowly put the rest of his manhood into his tight hole. He started grinding slowly, so Corey could get used to the feeling. Corey started moaning and grinding against him as the pain turned into beautiful pleasure.

“Damn daddy”

He started stroking faster and faster. He got agressive, smacking his ass and grabbing his neck. The bed was shaking and Corey started moaning louder and louder as his lover grunted and sweated behind him. .

“Yea nigga...u like this dick?”

Corey couldn’t say say anything, he just bit his lip and moaned as his boyfriend pounded him from behind. He grabbed his waist and his body began tingling as they both climaxed. Demarcus held him in his arms and they stared into each others eyes, not wanting the moment to end.

“I love you”

“I love you too”

They fell asleep in each others arms and Demarcus left early the next morning. There was a knock on his door about an hour later. Corey put on a pair of grey basketball shorts and answered the door. It was Demarcus’ teammate Darius.

“You good?”

Corey smiled

“Yeah, I’m good”

“Does ya boi know anything?’

“Nah...”

“Good...keep it that way”

Darius kissed him and handed him $1000 and left.

Love & Football: Chapter 2

2010-11-07T17:10:00.000-06:00

*DISCLAIMER* The model depicted was chosen at random and in no way reflects the views of this blog or the stories posted herein

Damn daddy...get it...get it...get it. Ahhhhhhh I’m bout to.......

BUZZ

Corey’s alarm sounded and he woke up sweating. The sweat glistened against his toned body. He lifted the red, silk sheets and sat on his full sized bed. He looked at the erection that had formed inside his tight, black American Eagle boxer briefs. He wished Demarcus was there to lay him on the bed and drive his massive, eleven inch dick into him until he couldn’t take it anymore. His phone rang and he smiled when he heard Demarcus’ deep, sexy voice in his ear.

Morning bae

Morning D. When you comin down here? I need you to lay that pipe!!!

Demarcus laughed. I’ll be in New Orleans next weekend when we play the Saints. Yall got a home game, right?

Yup

Ite...I’m gonna try to watch you play. I mean...you aint as good as me but its cool.

Didn’t I break your receiving record? Oh ok...thought so!

Whateva nigga...gimme a kiss and get ready for practice!

Meanwhile, Demarcus was engaged in an early morning practice session with the Chicago Bears. The team just suffered its first loss of the season, and he was extra aggressive on the field. He was playing with the utmost skill and drive, showing the other players and coaches why he was one of the leading receivers in the league.

After practice, Demarcus walked into the locker room, stripped, and hit the showers. His muscles were sore, and he needed a steaming hot shower to relax and unwind. He turned the water to its hottest level and stood under the sprayer. He bit his lip and allowed the piping hot water to massage his body. He closed his eyes and imagined his boyfriend on his knees in front of him, massaging his dick with his tongue. The laughter of Darius and the other players entering the showers interrupted his fantasy

Aye nigga...what you doin?

What it look like?

His dick went limp, and he turned off the water, dried his body, and put on his underwear .

Darius followed him from the shower to the locker room.

We goin to a party tonight. You comin?

Yeah...I guess.

Aww whatever. You always say that...

Nah for real this time. I’m coming.

Darius was always trying to get him to hang out with him, but he always declined. There was something about Darius that he didn’t trust, although he couldn’t quite figure out what it was. He always had a sly look on his face, like he had a trick up his sleeve. Demarcus didn’t have time for drama, so he kept people like Darius as far away as possible. Right now he was missing his boyfriend, and he needed something to distract him, so he decided to take Darius up on his offer.

Later that night, he sat in his massive walk-in closet, wearing nothing but a pair of fitted red boxer briefs, trying to figure out what to wear. He had a wide assortment of shoes, shirts, and jeans to choose from and his closet was color coordinated with apparel in every color of the rainbow. He decided to keep it simple. He pulled out a pair of grey True Religion jeans, a white v-neck Polo T-Shirt, and his grey Polo sneakers.

He sat on the bed, and thought about canceling. He really didn’t feel like being bothered with anyone tonight. He heard a knock at the door as he was picking up his cell phone to call Darius. He put on his jeans, walked out of his bedroom and through the living room and looked through the peephole.

Open up nigga

Darius was standing outside, waiting to be let in. He was wearing a black New York Yankees hat, a white V-Neck, black jeans, and a pair of black & white Jordans.

You early...

Nah nigga...you just late. Put on a shirt...don’t nobody wanna see that bird chest you got.

He playfully punched him in his chest as he followed him to the living room.

Ya mama like it...he laughed. You want a drink?

Yea...fix me something strong.

Darius sat on the couch and Demarcus walked into the kitchen, took a glass out of the cabinet, dropped 4 ice cubes into it, then poured a mixture of Coca-Cola and Crown Royal. He handed Darius the drink and sat next to him. He looked at him while he sipped his drink. Darius was very handsome, and his playful personality made him even more attractive.

Damn...this is strong!

You said that’s what you wanted! Where we goin tonight?

You’ll see...

He drank the rest of his drink as Demarcus finished getting dressed. Thirty minutes later, they were cruising the streets of Chicago in Demarcus’ black Range Rover. Darius was sitting in the passengers seat bobbing his head to the beat of Drake & Lil Wayne’s Right Above It. The night was chilly and the city was bustling with activity.

Where we goin?

Make a left at the next light. And then a right at the stop sign.

Demarcus followed Darius’ directions and they ended up at a brownstone with several cars parked along the street. He found the first available parking space and parallel parked his massive vehicle between an BMW X5 and a Mercedes S550.

What’s this? I thought we were going to a club.

Nahh...trust me. You gonna like this.

They got out of the car and walked up the sidewalk to the house. There was a man standing at the door, guarding the party from crashers and other uninvited guests. He was about 6’1, 280 lbs, and looked like Rick Ross.

You on the list?

Darius answered. Yeah...my name is Terrance and this is my boy D.

Demarcus gave him a puzzled look, wondering why he lied about his name. Something definitely wasn’t right, but the man checked his list and nodded for them to come inside.

Darius...what’s this? Why did you...

He didn’t let him finish..

Just chill...you’ll see.

They walked into a room filled with young, attractive men...all aged from 18-23. They were all slim built, some yellabone and some dark skinned. Demarcus locked eyes with a cutie that looked a lot like Corey. He had a sweet, innocent smile, slim waist, and a nice round set of cakes.

D what the fuck is this? Why did you bring me here?

It’s cool Marcus...chill. A lotta guys from the team come here. We gotta do what we gotta do.

Fuck you mean? I aint down for this shit.

You aint gotta play me. I been peepin you since day one. I know you fuck around.

This wasn’t the time or the place to argue with Darius so he figured he would deal with the situation later. They walked down a narrow hallway into a large room filled with more people. There was a 50 inch television on the wall and a group of guys were watching a porno featuring a cute yella bottom getting his brains knocked out by a dark skinned tatted up dread head. They made their way to the kitchen where two shirtless bartenders were preparing drinks for the guests. Demarcus decided to relax and ordered a Bud Light Lime, while Darius ordered a Martini.

Just relax...have a little fun.

Darius disappeared into the crowd and left him standing there alone. He decided to walk up to the cutie from earlier, who had made his way into the living room, and introduce himself. He recalled Darius giving the bouncer a fake name, so he decided to use one as well.

Sup...I’m uhh Kevin.

Nice to meet you...I’m Greg.

They shook hands and struck up a conversation. After all, there’s nothing wrong with a little innocent flirting, right?

So where u from?

New Orleans...u?

I’m from NYC. You look familiar though...

Demarcus got nervous. Did he recognize him from the football team? He couldn’t stay there any longer. He didn’t want to risk his true identity being revealed. He started looking for Darius, and found him in a corner getting head from some thirsty boy that had already sucked up half of the guests in the house.

Greg snuck up behind him.

Did I scare you? Its cool...I won’t tell anyone. I know who you REALLY are, Mr. Smith, and your secret is safe. Follow me...

Demarcus was still nervous, but he was also curious and he wanted to see what Greg had in store for him. More importantly, he wanted to know why Darius brought him there in the first place. Was it a set up? Was he being watched? Or was everything legit like he said it was? So many thoughts were running through his mind as he followed Greg down the hallway. He looked at his slim, form fitting jeans and licked his lips at the thought of how perfectly they fit his body. He moved a little closer and put his right hand on his ass as he followed him upstairs to one of the bedrooms. He sat on the bed as Greg closed the door and took off his shirt, revealing a slim & toned body with a pierced belly button, barbed wire tattoo around his waist, and a G with a Crown tattooed on the left side of his chest.

You like what you see?

He sat on his lap and started moving his tongue in circles on his neck and his ear.

Damn...

You like this Daddy?

Greg whispered in his ear as he reached for his dick. He was semi hard at this point, but his conscience was getting the best of him. He didn’t want to hurt his boyfriend, and he knew this was wrong.

I can’t do this...

You know you want it.

Greg got on his knees and reached for Demarcus’ zipper. Demarcus tried to push his hand away, but his dick was getting harder. Greg stood up and lifted the white v-neck tshirt above Demarcus’ head and tossed it to the side. Demarcus gave in to temptation, unzipped his pants and Greg went down and started teasing the head with his tongue. He moved his lips from the head to his balls, then back to the head. He bobbed his head up and down, slurping on his dick like it was a lollipop. Demarcus tried to resist at first, but eventually gave in to the warm, wet pleasure of Greg’s skilled lips. He licked his balls and stroked his dick before putting it back in his mouth and deepthroating like a true porn star. He had amazing skills, obviously from years of practice. Demarcus laid back on the bed and cradled Greg’s head with his right hand. He moaned in ecstasy as Greg continued to slurp and gag.

Damn nigga...work that shit. Suck this dick.

Demarcus closed his eyes and bit his bottom lip, enjoying the pleasure he was receiving from Greg’s gifted tongue. His left leg started shaking and he gripped the back of Greg’s head.

Ohhhh shit I’m bout to nut...

Demarcus started stroking his dick and nutted on Greg’s lips. He licked it up, savoring the sweetness.

Greg gave him a devilish grin as they cleaned up and exchanged numbers. He walked through the hallway until he found Darius talking to a group of guys outside.

You ready?

Yea...let’s go.

Demarcus still felt something wasn’t right as they walked quietly to his Range Rover.

Love & Football: Chapter 1

2010-10-28T22:33:00.000-05:00

*DISCLAIMER* The model depicted was chosen at random and in no way reflects the views of this blog or the stories posted herein

CHAPTER 1

I can’t take this anymore...I’m done!! Corey Johnson burst into tears as he hung up with his boyfriend and threw his brand new Iphone across the room. He buried his head in his hands and cried. He couldn’t believe this was happening. He had been with his boyfriend for three years and it was all coming to an end. They met at LSU’s football training camp when he was a freshman and his boyfriend was a senior. His phone rang. He knew it was his boyfriend because the ringtone was MADE TO BE TOGETHER by Trey Songz. He picked the phone up from the floor and pressed IGNORE. He didn’t want to be bothered right now. The phone rang again...and again...and again. Finally he just turned it off and laid on the bed. What would he do? How would he survive without the love of his life?

He looked down at the black screen on his phone. Should he call his boyfriend and talk to him about the situation? Honestly he was tired of talking. He was tired of listening to the same excuses over and over and over again. Demarcus was currently playing for the Chicago Bears, and the long distance relationship was taking its toll on both of them. They weren’t able to see each other very often and relied on texting, talking on the phone, and Skyping each other to get by.

He was still debating whether he should call his boyfriend or not when he heard a ringing sound coming from his computer. Demarcus was calling him on Skype. He walked to the computer, connected his webcam, and clicked ANSWER. His heart nearly melted when he saw his shirtless boyfriend on the computer screen with his butterscotch skin, bulging chest and rippled abs. Demarcus smiled and said ‘I’m sorry bae’.

Corey smiled. He loved when Demarcus called him BAE. It made him feel special. And he couldn’t resist the smile. Demarcus had a bright and beautiful smile that always seemed to get him out of trouble, no matter the situation. He wanted to be in his arms. He didn’t know how much longer he could continue dating someone in another city, but none of that mattered as he stared into his eyes on the computer screen.

I love you

I love you too

Why are we fighting?

I don’t know...

And he really didn’t. Maybe it was the lack of sex. Or lack of attention. Even though their relationship was a secret on campus for obvious reasons, Demarcus still made Corey feel special and treated him like a prince.

Corey pouted and folded his arms. He knew Demarcus loved him.

I wanna see you...

I wanna see you too...but its hard. I gotta game this weekend and you gotta focus on school.

I know...this is hard.

I know bae but we gotta make it work.

Its ok...gimme a kiss.

Corey blew his boyfriend a kiss and they ended the call. Demarcus always knew what to say to make him feel better. He stared at the picture of his boyfriend next to his computer. He was 6’1, 190 lbs with dreads hanging to his shoulders. Corey always had a thing for dreads. He laid back on the bed and reminisced about the good days of the past when they first met. They would chill in Demarcus’ room after practice and play video games or listen to music. And the sex was PHENOMENAL. Demarcus had 10 inches of manhood and was a certified pro that could make him climax without touching himself.

He missed it. It had been three months since they last had sex, and he needed it BADLY.

Meanwhile, sitting in his Chicago loft, Demarcus was also missing Corey. He missed his soft, caramel skin. He missed his sweet lips and his innocent smile. Most of all, he missed holding him at night. He got up from the couch and looked though his window at the Chicago skyline. He had never felt anything like this before. Corey was his first boyfriend, and it took him awhile to accept the fact that he liked guys. He still didn’t call himself gay because he didn’t like the word or the negativity that was associated with it. They met on the football team at LSU, got drunk at a party one night, one thing led to another, and that was that. He continued dating women on campus to keep his reputation as a macho ladies man in tact, but he was spending more and more time with Corey. They managed to keep their relationship a secret.

Lately he was finding it difficult to remain faithful. They had somewhat of an open relationship at LSU. Demarcus was allowed to sleep with women, and Corey was allowed to sleep with other bottoms, since he was versatile and Demarcus is a strict top. It worked in college, but it had been three months since his last orgasm and Demarcus needed to feel his dick inside something warm and wet.

He looked at his fully erect eleven inch dick and imagined Corey’s skillful lips wrapped around it. Corey liked to tease him, but Demarcus always took control in the end. He imagined himself tearing his ass up doggystyle on the couch before taking things to the bedroom and hitting it missionary style with his tongue deep in his throat. His thoughts were interrupted by the ringing of his phone. It was his teammate, Darius Jones, trying to get him to come to some party.

Nah...I think I’m just gonna chill tonight.

Damn D, you NEVER come out of the house.

Hahaha...yes I do nigga. But I’m tired. I’ll hit you up tomorrow though.
Yeah whatever...

He hung up the phone and that was it. Darius was cute...about 5’10, 185 lbs of full muscle, and smooth yellow skin. He started to imagine Corey and Darius taking turns bouncing on his dick. He thought about kissing Corey while Darius wrapped his lips around his pipe and served him right. He bit his lip and imagined the tight boi pussy that he was missing at LSU. He needed Corey ASAP. He was trying to resist the temptation, but he told Corey he would be faithful to him in Chicago and he didn’t want to let him down. He didn’t know how much more could take. He continued thinking about his boyfriend on the bed taking his eleven inch dick as he stroked his manhood trying to reach the ultimate level of pleasure. He licked his lips and imagined Corey’s legs in the air with him thrusting his hips. He imagined the moans and groans of pleasure coming from his boyfriends mouth as he drove his dick deeper and deeper into his tight, wet, pink ass.

The thought of his boyfriends sweet treasure excited him and he reached his climax. He was trying to be faithful, but he knew it would be difficult. He hoped and prayed he wouldn’t give in to the various temptations that were constantly surrounding him. Only time would tell if he could continue to be faithful to the man he loved, or fall victim to his one weakness.

Eddie Long pt 2

2010-09-26T14:47:00.000-05:00

I really don't wanna waste too much time on this...but this is what Ms. Long had to say about himself:

I am not a perfect man . . . but I’m not the man being portrayed on television.
By the counsel of my lawyers, they told me to not try this case in the media . . . It will be tried in the court of law.”
I have been accused . . . I’m under attack. I want you to know that I’m not a perfect man . . . but this thing, I’m gonna fight.

LMFAO...really?

I don't even know where to begin. I don't care about the fact that he fucked teenage boys and gave them money. He's a hypocrite. Plain and simple. A dirty ass dick-in-the-booty hypocrite. But I think I can write a decent story out of this...stay tuned.

Ugh

2010-09-24T20:34:00.000-05:00

Hmph...

This man is a FUCKIN hypocrite. Then again, all southern black preachers preach against homosexuality and condemn it as the worlds biggest and most unforgivable sin. And the members of their congregations harbor the same homophobic feelings without realizing that the leader of their flock is taking dick in the ass on a regular basis.

Exhibit A
"Pastor J"

Pastor J has preached numerous homophobic sermons, striking down homosexuality and damning all homosexuals to hell. But we ALL know that he was a regular in the gay clubs not too long ago before he FOUND the Lord and became a preacher. Don't get me wrong, he's a great preacher and all, but don't go calling the kettle black...or whatever the saying is.

I don't care about the fact that Eddie Long was getting dicked down by little 15 year old boys. My issue is his stance on gay marriage and homosexuality in general. But God is watching...he knows what's going on, and he's the only one that should judge this dirty old man.

But what message is this sending to our young punks? Will they begin seducing pastors in order to achieve money, status, and other perks? Then again I guess thats better than fucking for free and catching a disease which is what the punks are doing now.

And why did it take these little boys so long to come forward. There's a major missing piece of the puzzle. And supposedly one of them has a child...but that's a story for another day.

Too bad this is a civil trial instead of a criminal trial. He needs to go to jail and see what REALLY goes down in there...don't drop the soap rev.

The Epiphany

2010-09-19T17:26:00.001-05:00

A LONG time ago, I came to the conclusion that a regular 9-5 is NOT for me. I have nothing against working, after all a nigga gotta eat, right? BUT I have a problem with slaving my ass off for a corporation and getting nothing in return.

But that's the American way. We are taught to get good grades in school, attend college, intern for a major company, and then turn into that company's bitch for 30 years until we retire and wait patiently for our social security check.

FUCK that! That's definitely NOT for me. But I can feel some major changes happening. Yup...shits about to go DOWN! Hopefully you will be around for the ride...

I Hate This Damn Place...

2010-09-02T19:21:00.000-05:00

Houston, Texas. I have the unfortunate pleasure of calling this mosquito infested hell pit home. I hate this place and everyone here. I tried to give it a chance...I really really did. But I can't. I came up with a list of 10 reasons:

1. Its too hot
2. Too much damn traffic
3. Everyone is racist (Whites don't like blacks, blacks don't like Latinos, Latinos don't like anybody, and EVERYBODY hates the gays)
4. Its too damn big
5. Aint shit to do here
6-10: Repeat 1-5

Hmph...I already started my countdown. I'm gettin tha fuck outta here...

Robert

2010-07-11T16:00:00.001-05:00

Not only am I a world famous writer (ok, maybe not WORLD FAMOUS, but a nigga can dream, right?) I’m also a photographer. Yup...you didn’t know that? Well you do now! (Plug: http://www.stevencurriejr.net)

Being a photographer means that I get to work with some very sexy (and some not so sexy) people. I worked with one model in particular named Robert. He was a hot and fresh 18 year old yellabone, bout 5’9 with an incredible body and a nice, round, supple (yes I said supple) ass.

Now, I usually don’t sleep with my models because its tacky and unprofessional. Of course everyone knows that in the real world (places like New York and Los Angeles, photographers sleep with models all the time. But I like to be different. I like to elevate myself above others, instead of being a tacky photo whore (no offense to any tacky photo whores that may be reading this #idontjudge).

Anyway...

I met Robert online and he told me that he was an aspiring model. I agreed to meet with him one day after work to discuss our concept for the shoot, what he should wear, what he should bring, and all that good stuff...

He showed up wearing a black V-neck and pair of grey skinny jeans. My initial reaction was DAAAAAAAAMMMMMMMMMNNNNNNNNNNNNN I wanna hit that...

But like I said, I would prefer to be a professional and classy photographer, instead of a tacky, dirty, classless hoe. So we discussed the concept for the shoot:

Me: So what exactly are you trying to accomplish?

Him: I want to be a model, like Tyson Beckford.

Me: Tyson? He’s old. But he paved the way for young models like yourself...have you ever seen Model City?

Him: Yeah...I think Zeric is sooooo hot.

Me: He’s ight...Wendell is the sexy one. But uhhmmm I think you can make it, but you’re definitely in the WRONG place.

We talked for about thirty minutes and came up with a concept and date for the shoot. I left the meeting with a hard dick and a guilty conscience (although I hadn’t done anything wrong...yet)

About two weeks later, we met up in Midtown for the shoot. I was shocked and surprised...not by the fact that he bothered to show up and pay me for the shoot, but I was more surprised by the fact that this raggedy, country, podunk ass town HAS a Midtown district. Midtown is usually found in upscale places such as Chicago, New York, and (dare I say it) Atlanta.

Like most models I’ve worked with, he was shy at first. But I’m a charming and witty person, and I was able to break him out of his shell. He told me that he wanted to be a model/actor, and Trey Songz was his inspiration. I told him to run wild with that. We shot for about an hour, before we both got hot and decided to call it a day. We were starting to sweat, which is definitely NOT a good look for anybody thats trying to become a model OR a serious photographer. I gathered my equipment and prepared to go home.

Him: When will I be able to see the pictures

Me: It usually takes me a few days to edit...I’ll let you know when they are ready

Him: Can I watch you edit them?

Normally I would say NO. I don’t like people in my SPACE when I’m tryna be creative. It interrupts the process. But he was sexy, so, against my better judgement, I made an exception.

Me: Sure...you can follow me to my studio...

So we got in our vehicles and he followed me to my WORKPLACE, a few short miles away. When we got inside he was amazed by all of the images of the other models I had worked with. I asked him if he wanted anything to eat or drink (its called Southern hospitality) before inviting him to have a seat next to me as I uploaded his photos. We went through his film and he picked the ones that he wanted me to edit. As I began the process, he started asking questions. That was fine, at first, but then it started to get annoying.

We sat in darkness, illuminated only by the glow from the computer. I looked over at him and he appeared to be entertained by watching me. As I continued to edit, I noticed that he was inching closer and closer to me until we were nearly touching. I placed my hand on his thigh. He looked at me and I knew it was GAME TIME! The idea of me being a different, classy photographer was gone at that moment. I was horny and I was turning in to a beast.

He took his shirt off to reveal a beautiful 8-pack, perfect V-line, and a pair of sexy pecs. I helped him unbutton his pants. He was wearing a pair of tight black boxer briefs. I took off my shirt and unzipped my pants. I was already rock hard, anticipating what was about to go down. He started teasing my dick with his tongue, turning me on even more. Suddenly he swallowed the entire thing like a pro. A TRUE pro. I reached into my drawer and grabbed the necessary items for our session (condoms + lube). I lubed him up and he sat on the dick and rode it until we both climaxed.

About thirty minutes later we went another round. I bent him over on the couch, across from my desk, and pounded. His ass was nice and tight...almost virgin tight, and the second nut was even better than the first one.

We cleaned up and he left as I continued editing his photos.

I tried to behave that night. I really really REALLY did. I don’t know what happened, honestly. I’m usually not a tacky classless photo whore. I guess my hormones got the best of me :)

My Firsts

2010-07-09T20:09:00.000-05:00

2005. I was stupid back then. Stupid and horny as hell. I got my first taste of boy puss that year and I haven’t been the same ever since. I also got my first taste of dang a lang...Sometimes I look back on those days and wish that some of the events never happened, but then I realize that every experience is a lesson learned and I should be grateful for every idiot that I have ever fucked with.

I have two FIRST boyfriends (I know that doesn’t make any sense, but FUCK YOU! This is my story dammit!) The first first was a young man that was a few years younger than me. I met him on some social networking site...uhmmm Myspace or Facebook or Blackplanet (yes, I’m THAT old), whatever was poppin at the time. We exchanged info and talked on a daily basis about stupid high school relationship nonsense. The relationship didn’t work because he was psycho and immature. We tried it again a few months later with the same result. An ex is an ex for a reason, and I learned that early.

We are still friends, somewhat. But that’s a story for another day. We never had SEX, which is why I have two firsts...

The second first was crazy. And not just regular crazy. He was psycho Texas Chainsaw Massacre serial killer crazy. He was from New Orleans (he was living here BEFORE Katrina), about 5’10, dark skinned, cute smile, nice ass, and a decent sized dick. I remember calling in sick to work one day so we could fuck. Yup...that was the day I lost my boyginity (boyginity=boy virginit...for those of you that can’t keep up), which was a very painful, yet pleasant experience. About a week later I got a phone call from him:

Him: Bae, I got something to tell you...

Me (fearing the worst): What?

Him: I cheated on you with my best friend.

Hold up...what now????

Me: What?

Him: I’m so so so sorry

I was young at the time, so I didn’t really know how to handle the situation. Let that shit happen now though...

Anywho, I really didn’t know what to do. And I didn’t have anyone to ask for advice. I couldn’t just walk up to my mom and say ‘My boyfriend cheated on me, what should I do?’ And my high school friends weren’t aware of my SEXUALITY.

But he apologized, and he seemed sincere, so I let the shit go and stayed with his triflin ass. Everything was cool for the next few months, but eventually we faded apart. I’m sure he did something to piss me off, but I can’t think of what it was at the moment.

He called me a few months later.

Him: I miss you

Me: Nigga save that shit

Him: For real...I miss you

So we started talking again (yes, I fell for that bullshit. #dontjudgeme) Everything was good. We chilled (and fucked) every weekend. But it was my first year of college and there was plenty of sweet eye candy to look at during the week. Eventually I got tempted and tasted some of it. Yup...I cheated on him (payback is a bitch, right?)

I actually felt guilty about it, so I told him what I did. He was PISSED. We got into a fight over it...but he forgave me (like I really gave a fuck) and we moved on. We broke up again a few months later and we haven’t really talked since. We hit each other up every now and then on Facebook, but its not as heavy as it used to be.

This relationship taught me several things.

Niggas are NOT to be trusted. No exceptions
Niggas from Louisiana are CRAZY, ESPECIALLY if they are from New Orleans (no offense...) No exceptions
Niggas from Louisiana have good sex game
Never trust a big butt and a smile

As for the other first...

Like I said, his ass was crazy and immature. But he was cute. And could ride dick like a soldier (or so I had heard). We talked again during my last year of college. He was a freshman and he KNEW that I had a boyfriend but he would always flirt with me and try to slide my pole in his hole. I’m not sure what it is, but apparently messing with married men is in these days. I won’t lie, I was tempted to break his back on several occasions. In fact, he invited me to his dorm room one day when his roommate wasn’t there. At first I didn’t plan on doing anything, but he started touching and kissing the right spots until I was rock hard. When I get horny, I turn into an animal. Something inside of me snaps...like when a pit bull senses a female in heat.

So I knew I was fucking that night. Or so I thought...he played with the dick for a little while, but suddenly he said that he had a headache and he wasn’t feeling it.

REALLY? Really nigga? I wasn’t having that. I was gonna at least get some head, and that’s exactly what I did. I nutted all over his face. That’s what he gets for not giving me any ass...

That was about a year ago. We still talk on and off, but he’s got issues. MAJOR issues. AND he’s a gold digger. I really don’t have time for drama, and I don’t like having that element in my life. So we wave when we see each other in the club, and text each other once or twice a month. That’s about it...

An ex is an ex for a reason, but the first is always special (so they say). Both of my FIRSTS were crazy as hell...but that aint shit compared to some of the other psychos I’ve dated. But we’ll save that for another day...

Homewrecking

2010-07-07T19:32:00.000-05:00

Sometimes I wanna cut a bitch. Really. Gays can be very messy, sloppy, disgusting, and tacky. I know that’s harsh, but the truth hurts. In the gay world, fucking someone elses man is like an Olympic sport. I think its some sort of law...you are not a true homosexual until you have slept with someones boyfriend.

Meet James

James is a 20 year old college student, currently attending the same university that I graduated from last year. We met two years ago when he was a freshman, around the same time I started dating my current BOO. He’s a cute little yellabone...about 5’9, slim toned body, cute smile, and a nice ass. Of course he tried to ride my totem pole, but I really wasn’t feeling him like that. He was a friend to me, and I wanted to keep it that way. But ol boy was persistent. He just kept trying and trying and trying until I couldn’t take it anymore. I told him to back the fuck off and leave me the hell alone.

FAST FORWARD

About a year later, we started talking again. He finally accepted the fact that I had a boyfriend and we were able to move forward with our friendship. He had a boyfriend of his own named Tony. Tony was 6’1, chocolate skinned, and had a body from heaven. Every now and then we would double date. It was good to have friends, because in the gay world friends don’t come around often. You have to watch who you trust, because you will definitely get a knife in your back if you’re not careful.

Lately I noticed that James and my boyfriend were getting a little too close. They would call and text each other throughout the day, and whenever the four of us would hang out they would sit a little too close to each other, and they would give each other looks that were...uhmmm inappropriate.

Now I’m not a dumbass. I can always tell when something aint right, so I asked my boyfriend one simple question:

Me: Are you fuckin with James?

Boyfriend: What the fuck you mean? Why would you even ask me that dumb shit?

That was all I needed. My suspicions had been confirmed. See, if there wasn’t any truth to it then my BF woulda just answered the fucking question. But instead, he got mad, which means he was fucking James. Right behind my back. Right under my nose. Was this nigga serious? Like really???

This was a delicate situation, and had to be handled with care. I had several options. I could:

Slash some tires and cut some folk
Fuck Tony
Fuck my BFs best friend
All of the above.

I quickly ruled out option D, because having sex with two people would make me look like an extreme hoe. I also ruled out option C because my BFs best friend is a woman, and I truly wasn’t in the mood for a fish fry. So it was either option A or option B. Option A was the most attractive, but I really didn’t have the time or the energy for it. And I wasn’t about to fuck Tony...why should I bring him into the situation? Then again, he was already involved.

So there I was...back to square one. Pissed off without any options. I needed to find a clever way to get revenge. I thought about some new options as I poured myself a glass of Moscato. I asked myself what Tremayne (my alter ego...Beyonce has one, why can’t I?) would do in this situation (don’t ask me why). That wasn’t helpful. It just made me horny (again, don’t ask me why). There was a knock at the door...

I poured myself a second glass of Moscato before answering. It was James.

Me: Wow...you are bold.

James: What do you mean?

Me: Don’t act stupid. Why the fuck are you here?

James: Because we need to talk...

The EVIL in me wanted grab him by the throat and bash he head against the wall, but that wouldn’t be very nice. I invited the little bitch in and decided to listen to what he had to say. I started to offer him a drink, but since he was fucking my boyfriend he didn’t deserve my Southern hospitality. We sat on the couch as I poured myself a third glass of Moscato.

Me: The fuck we gotta talk about?

Him: I’m sorry. It was late and I was drunk. I didn’t mean to...

Me: Save that shit. I don’t wanna hear it.

I started to throw his ass out, but the Moscato was taking its effect. I started picturing James with my dick in his mouth. Then I pictured him bent over with my dick up his ass. That wouldn’t be proper revenge, but I didn’t care. I was horny and tipsy, so I made my move and fucked him all over the living room floor. My boyfriend got home just as we were finishing. Awkward, right?

Boyfriend: What the fuck is this?

Me: Payback is a bitch!

You would think that this would be a bad situation, but it wasn’t. We ended up having a threesome. Well, it wasn’t really a threesome. It was more like us running a train on the little bitch. But I STILL didn’t get the proper revenge that I needed.

The next day, Tony came to my job to discuss the situation. I really didn’t have time for that bullshit, especially at work. I was over it, but obviously Tony wasn’t. I decided that the only way to truly get revenge was to fuck this man. So we went into the restroom and got it in. I recorded the ending on my VIDEO PHONE (*Beyonce voice*) and sent it to James and my boyfriend. I thought the image of myself ejaculating on another mans face would be a good way to get back at them and gain some closure.

So what’s the moral of this story? There isn’t one...

Attracted to Creativity

2010-06-29T21:48:00.000-05:00

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.

2010-06-29T21:23:00.000-05:00

*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

2010-06-27T00:20:00.000-05:00

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

2010-06-20T20:04:00.000-05:00

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...

Saints & Sinners pt 5: The End

2010-05-24T13:55:00.000-05:00

I know this is a short and lame ending...but I'll make it up to you with the next story, I PROMISE!

SHERITA JOHNSON

It was 3pm when Sherita Johnson received the phone call that would change her life. She was still dealing with the fact that she was pregnant with another mans child, and she couldn’t take anymore stress or bad news in her life right now. To make matters worse, she hadn’t heard from her husband all week, she missed her son, and her daughter was acting strange. Her life was beginning to fall apart, and she didn’t believe that she could put the pieces back together. She was trapped in a world filled with lies, deceit, and secrets and she didn’t know how much more she could take. The sound of the house phone disturbed her thoughts. She checked the caller ID and noticed a number that she didn’t recognize.

“Hello?” she answered

“No...that’s impossible! You have the wrong person...no!!!”

She screamed in horror as the threw the phone against the wall, breaking it into pieces. There had to be a mistake, she thought as she grabbed her purse and her keys. She picked up her cell phone and called her son as she got in her car and began the drive to Atlanta to identify her husbands dead body.

It was normally a 3 hour drive, but she made it to Grady Memorial Hospital in an hour and a half. She began crying when she saw her husbands lifeless body in front of her. There was a doctor and a police officer standing next to him.

“What happened?” she asked.

“He was shot by a drug dealer.”

She didn’t know how to react. What was he doing around drug dealers? She was hurt and confused and needed time to think. She realized that she wouldn’t have to deal with the situation of telling him that she was pregnant by another man. She felt like a huge weight was lifted from her shoulders, and she would be able to live her life free from the scrutiny of her husband and the church.

Triangle

2010-05-13T23:29:00.000-05:00

BASED ON A TRUE STORY....

Emptiness
Fear
Resentment

Those were the feelings that I felt when I woke up next to him. I loved him. He said he loved me, but I knew deep down that he didn't. He was there for the sex. He knew that he could get it from me whenever he wanted it. He had me wrapped around his finger, and it was a terrible feeling. How did it get to this point? How did I slip so far. I told myself that I would never be the victim of this type of relationship. I told myself that I was better than this, yet here I was. STUCK. I was tired of creeping in hotel rooms. I was tired of being his sideline hoe.

It didn't start out this way. He would call me EVERYDAY and we would talk about everything from sports to politics to religion. I knew he was married. I knew he had a son. But I didn't care. When we talked it was just about me and him. He told me that he loved me and I believed him. I loved him. I thought he was my soulmate, but I was wrong.

I looked at him on the bed next to me as he opened his eyes. He smiled at me, but I couldn't do anything but turn away.

"Baby what's wrong?" he asked.

"You know what's wrong with me. Don't even ask"

I wanted to punch him in his jaw for all the times that he had hurt me. For all the times he hit me. For all the times he lied to me. He rubbed my thigh and started nibbling on my ear. I tried to resist, but he knew that was my spot.

"Stop" I said

He started kissing my neck and before I knew it we were making love. I was on my hands and knees and he was behind me stroking slowly and passionately. He grabbed my waist and started moving faster and faster until we both climaxed.

He walked to the bathroom and got in the shower as I laid back in the bed. Twenty minutes later he was fully dressed. I didn't say anything to him as he left.

TWO HOURS LATER

*Knock Knock*

I thought it was HIM. I smiled as I opened the door, but I was disappointed when SHE walked into the room. She and I had a relationship a few years ago, but things didn't work out. She knew that I was into guys and she couldn't handle it at the time. Since then our relationship has improved and we talk about everything. She could tell that something was bothering me.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

"I don't wanna talk about it," I replied.

She leaned over and gave me a hug.

"It's gonna be ok," she said.

I knew that she still had feelings for me, and she knew that I was dealing with my situation. I looked up at her and when our eyes met it felt like we were the only two people on earth. Something came over me...I kissed her. We leaned back on the bed and started tearing each others clothes off. I was feeling vulnerable and I needed this moment. I needed to feel loved...

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I'm BAAAAACCCCCKKKKKKKKKK

2010-05-13T23:10:00.000-05:00

Did you miss me? Of course you did. I've been HELLA busy lately and neglecting the blog...NOT good. So I'll try to do better...promise ;)

The EX That Wont Go Away...

2010-04-07T20:09:00.000-05:00

I have this EX. Technically he was my first BF, but it really doesn't count because we never had sex and we were both VERY young. We did the whole 'stayin up late every night on the phone' thing, and that was about it. Even though he was younger than me, he had a lot more 'experience'. (That's my nice, subtle way of calling him a hoe...oop). The relationship didn't work because he played too many damn games, and I was too old for that.

We tried it again a few months later, and again the relationship failed.

FAST FORWARD

5 Years Later

We have somewhat of a friendly relationship. He calls sometimes to 'check up on me'. He says that I don't call him enough.

DUH

Why would I call him? He's my EX. And he has a MAJOR attitude problem. I also have an attitude problem, and two bad attitudes don't play well together.

Besides, I have a BF and he knows this. But the dude is cute tho...kinda short, but he has a decent body and some EXCELLENT boy puss (so I've heard). So if anyone out there has the patience to deal with a psychotic psycho, let me know!

Aint Gonna Make It...

2010-04-01T20:58:00.000-05:00

I HATE sales...I really really really HATE sales. I hate the thought of pushing people to buy shit that they really don't need. Unfortunately, that's what I'm forced to do for a living. Yup...sell unnecessary shit to people that don't need it.

OKAY

Let's try to have a positive attitude. At least I'm employed, right? So that's something to be thankful for. (Although if I had stayed at Sprint ONE MORE MONTH I woulda been laid off and able to claim unemployment for a few months.)

OKAY

That's still the WRONG attitude. Like I said, I should be thankful that I have a job when tens of millions of people don't. I guess the job itself isn't that bad...its the managers breathing down your neck every five minutes and the trainers that lie and tell us we're in the 'people' business when its all just a numbers game. OH WELL

Johnny Weir

2010-03-31T18:34:00.000-05:00

This guy is kinda cute...I saw his interview on Chelsea Lately and almost fell in love. OK not love...lust. And I like his personality...He can DEFINITELY GET IT!

And he's a figure skater, so you know he's got that GOOD

Homophobia

2010-03-29T22:41:00.000-05:00

One of my coworkers is homophobic. We were talking about church, and this is how the convo went:

Her: Are you going to church this Sunday?
Me: IDK maybe...what church do you go to?
She mentioned some off the wall church that I've never heard of, then asked me what church I attend. When I gave her the name, she turned her nose up. I asked if there was a problem.
Her: I heard things about their ministry that bothers me. And they have a large gay population and I think that's wrong.

RIGHT

OK I'm exaggerating. She didn't say gayness was wrong. She said that the gay couples at the church show a lot of affection...kissing/hugging/etc, and she thinks thats wrong (and it is...PDA is not meant for the Lords house)

BUT

This isn't the first time she talked about the gay community in a negative manner. She ALSO believes that gay people shouldn't raise children because the children will turn gay AND she believes that all gay people were raped/molested/abused at some point in their life.

UGH

This bitch is FUCKIN STUPID...

And she always says "I love gay people, and I don't have a problem with their lifestyle"

BITCH please...that's like when white people say that they have a lot of black friends...

Tea Baggin

2010-03-29T22:30:00.000-05:00

http://www.chron.com/disp/story.mpl/front/6931935.html

UGH

These 'TEA PARTY' idiots are nothing but rednecks with nothing better to do with their lives. They should all jump in a lake and DROWN

UGH

2010-03-27T16:20:00.000-05:00

I made the mistake of telling my BF that I was bored. He called me...and I answered. I told him that I was bored and didn't have anything to do. He gave me this long ass lecture about how I should be more social and do stuff with my friends (even though he gets mad when I hang out with my friends, but he won't admit it...). Where was I? Oh...right. He said I should do stuff with my friends and enjoy the beautiful weather.

UGH

This type of stuff makes me mad...besides, most of my friends are working or out of town. And I'm really NOT a social person. I kinda like being by myself (most of the time). He really has a way of gettin under my SKIN. And then he'll say or do something to make me unMAD (is that a word?)

HMMM...

New Orleans Louisiana

2010-03-27T16:11:00.002-05:00

So I spent a few days in 'DA BOOT'. Me, my BF, his sister, and her bestie hopped in the 'pussy wagon' (their words, not mine) and made the 5 hour drive to N.O.

When we got there, there was nobody at the hotel for us to check in.

RIGHT!

SO my BF called the hotel.

NO ANSWER

Then he calls ORBITZ (the site that he booked the hotel from) and the phone was answered by some IDIOT that didn't speak English. After listening to our situation the guy puts us on hold and attempts to call the hotel. (As if we can't see that there's nobody there).

The man comes back about 10 minutes later and said that he couldn't reach anyone at the hotel or the corporate office.

NO FUCKING SHIT!

He told us that he would try one more time...

15 minutes later he comes back and said the same thing. He said he tried to find another hotel for us, but there weren't any in the area. He said he would get his supervisor on the phone to help us. He put us on hold AGAIN and about 15 minutes later a lady picks up the phone. She said she would try to help us, but she had to call the hotel and verify some information.

STUPID BITCH

By now we had already driven around the block and found a better hotel. The dumb bitch came back on the phone and said that their systems were down, but they would refund our money when they came back up.

HMPH

I wanted to strangle the bitch. God knew to put my BF on the phone instead of me...cuz I woulda wore the bitch out...

ANYWHOO

After that fiasco, we changed and headed to BOURBON STREET.

BAYBAYYYYYYY...lemme tell you. Bourbon St is THE TRUTH! Daiquiri stands on EVERY corner...drunk people all over the place...women giving out SHOTS on the corner. Its really a fun place if you can get past the stickiness...and the awful smell.

And that was the end of day 1...

We spent the next day walking (yes, walking) around the French Quarter looking at all of the old architecture and what not...then we drove to this creepy ass cemetery, and went to eat at some Creole restaurant (The waiter was hella RUDE and DIDNT get a tip!)

Then it started raining so we all went back to the hotel and fell asleep. The rest of the trip was pretty boring...and not ONCE did I hear someone say BAYYYBEEEEE. I feel like I was deprived...OH WELL I still had fun...

I'm SOOOOOOOO Bored

2010-03-27T15:56:00.000-05:00

So my BF is in Austin.

Thank GOD because its no secret that he gets on my DAMN nerves at times, and I need a little 'me time'. Of course that's what relationships are for...you purposely get on each others nerves, then have bomb ass make up sex. Yup...I like to start arguments on purpose...just so we can make up.

SIGH

But I'm BORED!!! I don't have anything to do!!!!! I kinda miss the yellabone mutha fucka (don't tell him that...it will only inflate his ego).

This is why I need a hobby...WAIT. I already have one...an expensive one at that. Maybe I'll go to the movies. Scratch that...I hate movies. Well I don't HATE movies...but I really don't feel like sitting in a room with a bunch of people that I don't know to watch some guy try to save the world...or have sex with a chick that's WAAAYYYYY too hot for him.

UHHHMMMMM...I could go shopping. That's a very therapeutic activity. Ugh...but I would have to DRIVE and I'm not in the mood for traffic right now. Maybe I'll do some online shopping...never tried that. It might be fun.......NAH, scratch that.

Hmmm...I guess Ill sit here and write. Yes, writing is good for the SOUL. And I won't have to sit in traffic...we'll see how this turns out.

Saints & Sinners pt. IV: Consequences

2010-03-15T19:50:00.000-05:00

REVEREND ALVIN JOHNSON

Reverend Johnson was tired of living a double life. He was tired of preaching in the pulpit every Sunday and running a notorious drug ring during the week. Nobody suspected Reverend Johnson of investing the churches money in his drug operationn, but that is exactly what he was doing. He was funding his operations with the Lords money. Sometimes he felt guilty about his actions, but he was also a greedy man. The money and the power had turned a once God-fearing Christian into a monster.

Reverend Johnson couldn’t continue on his path. He felt that it was finally time to make a decision. He knew that he couldn’t keep lying to his congregation, and he couldn’t keep dealing on the streets. His decision wouldn’t be easy. He has people depending on him: his family, his congregation, and his dealers.

He wanted to do the right thing, but the money and the power were holding him back. He couldn’t stand the fact that he was poisoning the very community that he should have been trying to heal. His conscience was starting to get to him. He couldn’t continue dealing drugs, but he couldn’t stop either. He was at a dangerous crossroad, and he had to make a decision before it was too late.

SHERITA JOHNSON

She stared at the pregnancy test in shock. How could this happen? She was always so careful and used protection EVERYTIME she had sex. Maybe it was a mistake, she thought, as she waited on the results of a second pregnancy test. She wasn’t prepared for another child. She wasn’t even sure who the father was.

BUZZ

She jumped as the timer buzzed, notifying her that the test was ready. She looked at the second test, and it was positive. She was pregnant with a baby and didn’t know the father. She thought about the shame this would bring to her family, her church, and her community and she fell to the floor and started crying.

ALVIN JOHNSON JR

AJ walked slowly to the locker room after a long, greuling practice. He was tired, sweaty, and horny. He turned the water on and stood under the jets. The hot water felt good against his body. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the water and steam.

Suddenly he felt someone standing behind him. He turned around and saw Derrian jacking off.

“What the fuck you doin?”

“I’m horny” Derrian said as he glanced at AJ’s rock hard dick.

“And it looks like you are too...”

Derrian fell to his knees and put AJ’s hard erection in his mouth. AJ resisted and pulled away.

“What you doin? We’re gonna get caught!”

AJ didn’t want to get caught with his dick in another mans mouth and ruin his reputation.

“No we won’t...everyone is gone”

Derrian went down on him and started pleasuring him with his mouth. The combination of the hot water and Derrians warm mouth overpowered him and he exploded on Derrians lips.

“Damn pa”

AJ and Derrian finished showering and left the locker room. They headed to AJ’s dorm for round two.

KEISHA JOHNSON

“What’s wrong?” Keisha asked.

“Ms. Johnson, apparently you are pregnant. We are unable to give you this shot because it might be harmful for your baby.”

Keisha couldn’t believe what she was hearing. She couldn’t be pregnant. No way...

“Are you sure?” she asked.

“I’m positive. And I will need to inform your parents. They will have to take you to the hospital so you can get the care that you need. We can’t do that here at the Free Clinic.”

“No...no. I can’t tell my parents about this! I just can’t...no! I can’t!”

“Unfortunately we don’t have a choice. It’s the law.”

“Is there another way?”

The doctor looked at Keisha with pity in her eyes. She felt sorry for her, but there was nothing that she could do.

“I’ll be right back”

The doctor left and Keisha began crying.

He Accused Me of Cheating...

2010-03-12T23:29:00.000-06:00

Stop the MUTHAFUCKINME presses!!!

My BF thinks I'm cheating on him. Here's how the convo went:

Him: Why have you been such an asshole lately?

Me: What? I've been acting like I always have...I don't know what you're talking about.

Him: One of your little "friends" musta made you mad...

Me: What the fuck is that supposed to mean?

Him: I'm just sayin...I didn't make it to 31 by being retarded.

*LONG PAUSE*

I wanted to choke his ass...

*Kim Kardashian Voice * Like SERIOUSLY? They say if you accuse a faithful man of cheating he'll actually start cheating. Is that saying true? We're about to find out...

BITCH...

This is why I hate guys now...I don't like people that accuse you of something, but act like they are picture perfect. People who don't practice what they preach. People who are habitual liars. But that's a story for another night.

*I NEED A DRINK*

So what's the moral of this story? Stay out of relationships...they are bad for you. Fuck what ya heard...

Latino Heat

2010-03-10T17:47:00.000-06:00

OK...

I don't know why, but lately I've been FEENIN (I know that's not how you spell it) Latin/Hispanic men. Like I really really really want a nice Cuban or Puerto Rican.

It all started with the cute Hispanic boy at the Underwear shop (See Montrose).

AND

I have a sexy Latino in my training class that makes it hard to pay attention. I spend too much time thinkin about what he has in his pants...and I think he grabbed his piece in front of me. Or maybe that was just a fantasy...

YUM

My ULTIMATE fantasy is to fuck THA SHIT outta a nice Hispanic man...I wanna fuck him SOOOOOOOO hard that he starts speaking en Espanol. Saying shit like

Ay Dios Mio
and
Ay PAPI
and
El sexo me Daddy

UUUUGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHH

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!

2010-03-09T17:46:00.000-06:00

I just wanna wish a happy birthday to my BABY Shad Gregory Moss (aka Bow Wow)

Ol fine azz...I been crushin on this dude since day 1. I KNOW he got that good-good. And its only a matter of time before we cross paths. Yup...he's definitely on the LIST

UUUGGGHHHHH mad-face

2010-03-08T17:57:00.000-06:00

I'm CONVINCED...

Men experience PMS every month.

SEE

Once a month EVERY MONTH my BF walks around with a shitty ass attitude for no damn reason. Whenever I ask him what's wrong he gives me this shit-faced look and tells me that nothings bothering him.

I'm not an IDIOT and I can tell that somethings wrong with his ass, so I ask him again. He gives me the same shit-faced look, so I go on about my business. At first I just dealt with it...cause people can be moody and I know that I act like that sometimes

BUT

This shit is really starting to irritate me. *sigh* I guess I have to go back to being the OLD me...

My New Boo

2010-03-08T17:38:00.000-06:00

Anthony Mackie...

You might remember him as TUPAC in Notorious...he also starred in the ACADEMY AWARD WINNING film The Hurt Locker and some Broadway productions...

I didn't notice how FINE this dude was until I saw him on THE TODAY SHOW. I mean look at him...SEXY!!!

Of course he has a MAJOR flaw: he's from New Orleans...and you KNOW what that means!!

Montrose

2010-03-05T20:34:00.000-06:00

OMG

So there's this UNDERWEAR boutique that I've been trying to get to for the LONGEST. My job had me in a training session not too far from this place...so I decided to FINALLY check it out after work. It's in the Montrose district (gayville) so I kinda knew what to expect. Or so I thought...

I walked in, and there was a cute Latino at the counter. He asked me if I needed help and I told him no (because I HATE asking for help in the store). As I was browsing the merchandise, he came from behind the counter and I realized he was wearing a t-shirt and a pair of tight gray briefs. No pants...

DAAAAAAAMMMMMMMNNNNNNNNNN

And he had a nice tite little ass...it was sitting RIGHT. My dick got ROCK hard and I wanted to take him behind the counter and show him a little somethin. And he didn't make it any better by flirting with me and smiling...HMPH.

I'm still drooling over his cute little cakes...I'll definitely be back.

The FAMU Sex Video...

2010-03-03T20:38:00.000-06:00

SMDH

I wasn't gonna write about this...but I just can't resist...

Like, REALLY?

REALLY??????

I saw bits and pieces of the video, and I'll start off by saying that the guys in the video can DEFINITELY get it!

BUT

Aint no way in hell I'm gonna lay in a room full of people and have a big ass orgy on camera...this is some straight up HOE shit. And you can hear a girl in the background directing the action.

"No...take her right there. Do it on the desk...yeah that's it"

BITCH please...

What self respecting PERSON would let this go down?

And the guys probably took turns fucking EACH OTHER after the ladies left and the cameras stopped rolling (THAT woulda been a nice video...)

See for yourself:

http://www.zshare.net/video/73136309b88057f5/

Its Only Cheating If You Get Caught

2010-03-03T19:48:00.001-06:00

Read the title again...CAREFULLY

My BF said that stupid shit to me (he's the same BF that told me a threesome is considered cheating, but I'll write about that later). Now I wanted to get IGNORANT pop his ass, but I went away to my little corner and thought about his statement.

SO:

If you commit a crime (rape, murder, etc.) and you don't get caught, is it still considered a crime?

FURTHERMORE

If a tree falls in the woods and nobody hears it, does it make a sound?

EXACTLY

**BULLSHIT**

And what if you have a different opinion of what counts as cheating? Some people think that simply looking at another person is 'against the rules'. Of course rules were meant to be broken (hahaha)

This mofo betta watch himself though! I don't wanna break anyone's bones...

And The Oscar Goes To...

2010-03-03T18:46:00.000-06:00

If you think this is gonna be about Sunday's Academy Awards Ceremony, then you're DEAD WRONG! This is about ME!!!

Check it:

I love my job! Why? Because I get to play the role of a straight man! See, everyone at my old job knew how I got down (only because certain people can't keep their damn mouth shut, but I'll blog about that later). I guess it was nice being able to be myself around them, but the gay jokes got a little annoying after awhile...

The people at my new job don't know shit! I think I play the role of a straight dude pretty well...I have them fooled! We shall see how long this lasts...

The Day from Hell

2010-03-02T19:10:00.003-06:00

So I had my first BAD DAY at my new job. And trust me, this bad day makes Sprint look like a cakewalk. I really don't mind dealing with IDIOTS all day, but I realized that customer service/sales is DEFINITELY not for me!

I'm giving myself EXACTLY ONE YEAR to BLOW UP. 365 days to turn my passion into a full blown career...cuz I'll be damned if I continue to deal with idiots for the rest of my life! I'll keep yall updated on my progress ;)

3 Strikes

2010-03-02T19:08:00.000-06:00

Back in my hoe single days I had one simple rule: If I call you three times and you don't answer, then I'll never call again.

SIMPLE

3 Strikes and UR OUT!

Kinda like baseball...

No EXCEPTIONS!!! It didn't matter how tite the azz was, now nice the body was, or how big the dick was.

Some people think that's a little harsh. Shit, fuck that! There's too much ass/pussy/dick out there for us to focus on one lame ass that can't get their shit together. Besides, I didn't wanna look like some thirsty ass dude that can't get a nutt. And everyone should have OPTIONS. When Option 1 starts fucking up, move on to Option 2 and so forth. Because TRUST me, you are not the only option on HIS list, and you're a dumbass if you think you are.

The Office

2010-03-01T20:41:00.000-06:00

IMAGINE THIS...

The guy above is your MANAGER and he calls you into his office to discuss your PERFORMANCE. He closes the door behind you, then seductively licks his lips as he motions for you to sit down. He sits on the corner of the desk, gives you his best 'lets fuck on the table right now' look. He says things like

"You're a HARD and dedicated worker"

AND

"I can tell that you're REALLY GOOD at what you do"

Then he puts his hand on your shoulder, you lock eyes, and BAM...your dick ends up in his mouth, and then you end up flip flopping on his desk for a hot quickie.

Sound intriguing?

My situation isn't QUITE THAT exciting. See, I kinda think my manager has a THING for me. He's always giving me this LOOK...or maybe he's simply trying to figure out if I'm FAMILY. Unfortunately, he looks NOTHING like the guy in the picture. He's a really cool guy though...and he was probably cute back in the 80s. Early 80s...

Okay I take that back...he's a cute older gentleman. Yeah...that's what he is.

But there definitely WON'T be any hot passionate office sex anytime soon! Now as for the other guy...

I Changed My Mind...

2010-03-01T19:34:00.000-06:00

Trey Songz can GET IT!

Hotter than Wasabi

2010-02-28T19:22:00.000-06:00

I've never dated/messed with/fucked a white guy.

The thought never crossed my mind...

Until earlier today..........

SEE

I was at KONA GRILL handling some bizzness with some PEOPLE. The waiter was kinda cute, but I didn't pay too much attention to him.

He gave us our checks, I gave him my credit card, and he wrote his # on the receipt.

YUP

That's EXACTLY how it happened. I didn't even know the dude got down like that. Usually our Caucasian brothers are a little more OBVIOUS with their sexuality...I guess you could call him a DL whiteboy.

Anywho, dude is kinda cute. And he looks like a big freak...a big black dick takin freak! Was that offensive? I hope not...

Saints & Sinners, pt. 3: Unholy Children

2010-02-28T18:57:00.000-06:00

ALVIN JOHNSON JR

Alvin Johnson didn’t hear his cell phone ringing. All he heard was the sound of his headboard banging against the wall of his dorm room and the loud moans of his lover.

TAP TAP TAP TAP TAP

“You like this dick?”

“Yes daddy...YES!!!”

The fuck session continued for about thirty minutes before AJ climaxed and collapsed on the bed next to his lover.

“Damn...when Coach Thomas said we should bond, this isn’t what I had in mind” AJ said to his teammate/lover. Darien Thompson was the teams starting point guard, and one of the best players. He was determined to enter the NBA draft.

“You have a powerful weapon...keep it up” Darien said as he grabbed AJ’s thick 10 inch manhood.

AJ looked at his phone as Darien showered. He missed three calls and two text messages from his father. He wondered what was wrong...his father only sent text messages when there was an emergency. He tossed the phone on the bed and buried his head in his hands.

“What’s wrong?” Darien asked.

“Nothing...I’m fine.”

AJ didn’t want to focus on his fathers issues right now. He wanted to focus on school, basketball, and fucking as many boys as he could. AJ loved church and basketball, but he loved dick and ass even more. He’s not able to mess around at home because of his ‘churchboy’ status, so he has a little extra fun while he’s away at college. Darien is his ‘boyfriend’ but they are in an open relationship.

“You sure you ok bae?”

He wasn’t ok, but he didn’t want to talk about it.

“I’m fine D”

He kissed Darien on the lips and walked him to the door.

“See you at practice”

AJ slapped Darien on the ass as he walked out of the room. He laid down on the bed and thought about his issues. He was starting to get serious feelings for Darien, but he knew that their relationship would never be accepted. He thought about his father. He knew his father had secrets, but he was tired of being caught in the middle. His father was always calling him when he needed an alibi, and he couldn’t deal with it anymore.

His phone rang...it was his father.

He pushed the ‘IGNORE’ button and rolled over and fell asleep.

KEISHA JOHNSON

Everyone thought Keisha was a good girl. She was always home before curfew, always said ‘yes sir and no maam’, and she always gave a helping hand and a kind word to anyone that needed it. Keisha Johnson, the pastors 16 year old daughter, is the last person you would expect to see at the free clinic.

“I can’t believe this! My parents are going to kill me!” Keisha said to her best friend Shantrell as they waited for the doctor to return with her test results.

“Girl, it’s ok. They won’t find out...how did this happen?”

“I don’t know...I’m scared. I hope this goes away!!”

Keisha was messing around with Adam, a 21 year old college student, and she caught gonorrhea. This was her second time catching the disease. She was using birth control pills, and didn’t feel that it was necessary to use protection when having sex.

“Girl you need to stop having raw sex with that boy! Aint no telling what he got!”

“But I love him!”

“And what are you gonna do if your parents find out that you’re dating a 21 year old white boy?”

“Girl I don’t know...I’m just gonna keep playing this ‘preacher girl’ act and hope that they don’t find out a damn thing!”

“You better do something! Because I can’t keep coming with you to these free clinics in the middle of nowhere!”

Keisha knew that her actions were wrong, but she couldn’t help it.

She met Adam one day after school. He was picking up his sister from cheerleading practice. They exchanged numbers, then started texting and talking on the phone every night. They went on their first date a week later, then a second date, then a third date. Then they started having sex. At first they were using protection, but he convinced her to stop using condoms.

“I can’t date a white boy...I heard they have small dicks”

“Girl that’s NOT true...Adam is packin!”

She held her hands up about 9 inches apart

“Like that!?”

“Yes!”

Suddenly, the doctor rushed back into the exam room.

“Ms. Johnson, we have a problem”

Sex is the Best Medicine

2010-02-26T20:11:00.000-06:00

I'm sick.

:(

I have a minor FLU and I hate it...I just want this shit to go away! Luckily I have a lifetime supply of Theraflu and Nyquil and I've been ODing on it for the last few days, but nothing cures sickness like a good #tunasub. My BF disagrees with me though. Peep our convo:

HIM: (sarcastically) I guess I aint gon get none since your sick (I ALWAYS tell him that when he gets sick)

ME: ACTUALLY I don't mind fucking when I'm sick...

HIM: But I might catch WHATEVER it is that you have (hmph...he tried to DO me with that statement...don't think I didn't catch it)

ME: Not if we don't kiss!

Then he rolled his eyes and said something smart under his breath...My POINT is, there's nothing wrong with a little 'boom shackalacka' when you have a little cold. It will make you feel TEN TIMES BETTER!!! Now if only I could get my BF to see it that way......

Welcome to my World...

The School Project...

Jailbait

Clingy...

Can BOYZ like Beyonce?

Learning About Boys...

Sex At a Party

Jealousy & Betrayal: Chapter 1

Coming Out of My Shell

Niggaz...

Love & Football: Chapter 5

Love & Football: Chapter 4

Joel (Part 2)

Joel (Part 1 of 2)

Love & Football: Chapter 3

Love & Football: Chapter 2

Love & Football: Chapter 1

Eddie Long pt 2

Ugh

The Epiphany

I Hate This Damn Place...

Robert

My Firsts

Homewrecking

Attracted to Creativity

Chelsea Lately: T.I.

Tupac: The Lost Interview

My Straight Crush

Saints & Sinners pt 5: The End

Triangle

I'm BAAAAACCCCCKKKKKKKKKK

The EX That Wont Go Away...

Aint Gonna Make It...

Johnny Weir

Homophobia

Tea Baggin

UGH

New Orleans Louisiana

I'm SOOOOOOOO Bored

Saints & Sinners pt. IV: Consequences

He Accused Me of Cheating...

Latino Heat

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!

UUUGGGHHHHH *mad-face*

My New Boo

Montrose

The FAMU Sex Video...

Its Only Cheating If You Get Caught

And The Oscar Goes To...

The Day from Hell

3 Strikes

The Office

I Changed My Mind...

Hotter than Wasabi

Saints & Sinners, pt. 3: Unholy Children

Sex is the Best Medicine

UUUGGGHHHHH mad-face