The School Project...

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

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)

Learning About Boys...

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:

1. Be able to cook
2. SEX SEX SEX
3. 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

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

“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.

Love & Football: Chapter 4

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)

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)

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.