Joel (Part 1 of 2)

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

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

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.

Robert

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 :)

Attracted to Creativity

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

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

FAST FORWARD

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Latino Heat

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

I Love Football (Players) pt 2

Did I mention how much I love the NFL?

5 Years in the Making

He knows that I want him. He knows that I fantasize about him every night. But he continues to play GAMES!

I've known him for five years. Five long years. You could call him my first 'boyfriend'. We talked on the phone every night and did ALMOST everything that high school couples do. We never had sex, however. We were both young, and the relationship failed, as do many gay relationships. We fell out several times but always managed to end up back in each others lives.

Fast forward FIVE YEARS. We're both older and know exactly what we want in life. He has grown into a sexy, confident, educated man dipped in chocolate, and I'm older, wiser, and sexier than I was five years ago. He's about 5'7 with a nice, toned body, and he stays on top of the fashion game...always wearing the hottest clothes and shoes. And he's in college...nothin turns me on like an educated brother...

I met him on campus one day...he told me he wanted to talk. I picked him up and we drove around the city.

He had on a pair of black fitted jeans, a white v-neck t-shirt, a black biker jacket, and a pair of black dunks.

"You turnin Gothic on me?" I asked as he slid into the passengers seat.


"Fuck you...my outfit is on point nigga!" he said as he closed the door. He looked at me and smiled. His outfit was definitely hot, but I wasn't about to let him know that. He glanced at my lap and licked his lips.


"See somethin you like?" I asked with a devilish grin. In the five years that we have known each other he has never seen my dick but I could tell from his expression that he was intrigued, and my manhood started growing.


"Nigga stop. I called you because I want to talk" he said, keeping his eyes on my lap.


"Mmmhmmm..."


Sinful thoughts started racing through my head as I entered the freeway. I imagined him unbuckling my pants and pleasuring me as I drove 70 mph. I imagined myself pulling over and tearing out his insides in the back seat. I took a deep breath.


"You alright?" he asked as he grabbed my thigh.


Hell naw I wasn't alright! I was horny as fuck and plotting how I was gonna fuck this dude tonight...but I wasn't about to show that. I had to be calm, cool, and collected.


"Yeah I'm good. I hope you don't think I'm fallin for this 'I need to talk to you' bullshit. You tryna get some of this dick!"


"Boy I don't want you" was what he said as his hand moved closer to my piece. I was rock hard and ready to go, but I held my composure.


"Where are we going?" he asked.


"You'll see...just sit back and enjoy the ride."


We pulled up to my house about 15 minutes later. We walked inside, sat down on the couch, and I offered him a drink. I poured some Grey Goose into a glass and mixed it with a little cranberry juice. He took the glass from my hand and started sipping.


"Ooooh this is good...where did you learn how to make drinks?"


"From ya mama"


I laughed as I went to the room to change. I jumped in the shower for a quick second, then put on some black basketball shorts and a wife beater, and sprayed a little Jean Paul Gaultier on my chest. JPG makes the draws come off instantly!!!


I walked back into the kitchen and poured him another drink. He started loosening up and getting affectionate.


"I thought you wanted to talk?" I whispered in his ear as I rubbed his thigh. He looked at my shorts and he could tell that I was on hard. He looked me in the eyes, then looked back down at my lap.


"Are you gonna play with it or just stare at it?" I asked as I pulled my dick from my shorts. I was 10.5 inches, cut, and READY. 






STAY TUNED!

Matt Forte'

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

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




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



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



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

Mr. Officer pt II

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

"You comin shawti?"

"Yes"

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

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

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

"You want anything to drink?"

"Nah I'm good."

He sat next to me on the couch.

"So what's good?" he asked.

"You"

"Nah that's you papo"

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

"You like that?"

"Yeah..."

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

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

"Damn" he said

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

TO BE CONTINUED

Jeremih

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



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



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

Mr. Officer

***FANTASY***

Yes GAWD!!!

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

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

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

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

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

ENTER OFFICER TONY

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

FAST FORWARD

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

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

"Sup lite bright" he said.

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

"So what's good?" He asked.

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

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

FAST FORWARD

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

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

About 10 minutes later I got a text back

"Wuz good lil sexi"

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

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

"Be there in an hour" I said

*TO BE CONTINUED

Kaliq

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





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

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

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

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

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

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

"Dis MY ass NIGGA!!!"

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

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

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

"Where you goin nigga?" I asked.

"Home"

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

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

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

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

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