I Love Big Dick

           I remember a time when I enjoyed doing a photoshoot with Jamal. We’d smile and have fun while the photographer snapped shots of us and the mood would be so genuine. After the photoshoot, we’d go back home and have sex like two wild animals. Hell, there were times where we couldn’t even make it home and we’d have to get it on in the back of his Chevrolet Tahoe. I truly missed those moments. Now, five years into our relationship, I constantly found myself wondering if being with him was still worth it.

           “Turn your head toward me,” the photographer directed as he got in position to take another shot.

           I turned my head towards him while facing the wall and he snapped a few shots of me. When I looked up and saw the way Jamal was watching me from across the room, a shiver ran up my spine. I could tell he was still angry because of the argument we had the night before. He hadn’t said a word to me that morning but every time he stared at me; I could feel his anger. When the time came for him to join me, he finally spoke to me.

           “I wanna do a separate shoot, Corey,” he told me as he took his shirt off. “I’m not really in the mood to do that lame ass couple shit.”

           “Lame ass couple shit?” I asked. “You really are on some other shit today. We’re supposed to send in solo pics and pics of us together. They’re not gonna pick us for the ad if we don’t.”

           “So?”

           “Jamal…”

           “Can you go the fuck on already? You’re done.”

           “This little pissy attitude of yours is really getting old. I can’t believe you’re this mad because I used the last bit of laundry detergent last night. It is not that damn serious. All you had to do was take your ass down to the store and buy some more.”

                                           Me (Corey McMillan)

           “It ain’t even about that.”

           “Oh, what the fuck ever, Jamal. I’ve had it with you picking petty shit to argue with me over. And I’m tired of defending your stank ass attitude whenever my friends are visiting.”

           “Fuck your bitch ass friends. All they do is talk shit and eat my food and junk up my apartment.”

           “Your apartment?!”

           “Yes! I pay most of the bills up in that mothafucka! You’ve had it with me, huh? I’ve been had it with your sorry ass! Now get the fuck out my way!” He pushed me out of the way so that he could begin his session with the photographer.

                                               Jamal Grant

           The date July 22, 2009 is a date that I will never forget. It was a cloudy Wednesday afternoon and while I wasn’t necessarily looking forward to Pastor Ballard’s Bible study, I was excited about choir rehearsal because our choir director Mr. Hankinson had agreed to play a song that I composed myself. I’d been trying to get him to use one of my compositions since I began writing music. I wasn’t much of a gospel lyricist so Mr. Hankinson wrote words for the music, and they were amazing. I couldn’t wait to sing the song with the choir for the first time and I really couldn’t wait to sing it for the church that following Sunday. However, it wasn’t my music that made July 22, 2009 memorable. It turned out to be the day I experienced a miracle.

           “You’re not gonna change my mind,” Kareem said to me while putting on his Jordans. “I’m done with school, Ant.”

           “Why now?” I asked while looking at myself in the mirror to make sure my tie was on right. “Baby, why would you drop out of school right before our senior year?”

           “Because it’s pointless. I’m not goin’ to college or doin’ anything important so I don’t see why I should waste my time.”

           “So, being at school with me is a waste of your time?”

           “That ain’t what I meant and you know it. Anthony, I’m just done with that shit. I’m done with it. I’m a grown ass man. Fuck…I mean, forget school. I got other stuff I need to be worried about.”

           Kareem Taylor had been my boyfriend for a little over a year but we’d known each other since elementary school. He was my best friend up until sixth grade, which was when he began picking on me and hanging out with the bad boys at school. I later figured out he picked on me because he liked me and even though I liked him, too, neither of us built up the nerve to do anything about it until the end of our tenth-grade year. I wrote him a letter basically telling him that I wanted us to be boyfriends. He came to my house after school that day and gave me my first kiss. And just like that, we were together.

No Chlamydia🚫

No Crabs🚫

No Trichomoniasis🚫

No Gonorrhea🚫

No Hepatitis B🚫

No Herpes🚫

No HIV🚫

No Syphilis🚫

           When my roommate Kelly asked me if it was okay if her brother came to stay with us for a while, I was a little hesitant to say yes. I’d been best friends with Kelly for nearly seven years but I didn’t know her brother, Antonio. She kept saying he had nowhere else to go after his girlfriend put him out and she didn’t want him falling back in with a bad crowd down in Baltimore, so I caved in and said it was okay. I felt like kicking myself for saying yes because he turned out to be fine as hell and there wasn’t a damn thing I could do with him since he was straight. Him being straight didn’t stop me from looking at his fine ass though. Still, him living with us did come with a few downsides.

           “CJ, he’s not gonna say anything,” I said over the phone to a paranoid DL guy I’d been trying to get some dick from for a week. “He’s just my roommate’s brother.”

           “Nah, I’m not cool with that, Trent,” he said back to me. “You told me your roommate was out of town. If it was just gonna be me and you in the apartment…”

           “What if I get him to go for a drive or something?”

           “He’ll do that?”

           “He might if I ask.”

           He sighed and said, “I don’t know.”

           “Baby, I already cleaned everything because you said you were gonna come through. I know you want some ass.”

           “I do but I don’t want some other nigga listenin’ and shit. I wish you would’ve told me before I took a shower and got ready to come over there.”

           “If I can get him to leave for a while, will you still come through?” He was quiet for a while so I added, “All I got on is a shirt and a pair of briefs. My ass looks nice as fuck in them, too.”

           “I’ll come through and let you sit that fat ass on my face if you can get that nigga to bounce for an hour or two.”

           “Alright, bet.” I ended the call and gave myself a quick look in the mirror before leaving my bathroom to go tell Antonio I needed the place to myself.

                                                  Me (Trent)

           I admit I was lying through my teeth when I told Marcus that I had no hard feelings after he stole my girlfriend. The day I learned about him and Yvette was the worst day of my life. I loved that girl more than anything and for her to cheat on me with my coworker was beyond fucked up. Marcus wasn’t my friend and we didn’t hang out or even talk outside of work, but that didn’t lessen the hurt I was feeling. The thought of causing both of them physical harm crossed my mind but I couldn’t do some shit that would land me in prison. I threw my hands up and decided to just let karma deal with them but it seemed that karma needed my collaboration.

           It all began one day after work. Marcus’s car was in the shop so his little brother had been coming to pick him up that week and I swear that boy couldn’t stop staring at me. His name was Darrion and Marcus talked about him to everybody. He was always going on about how his little brother was smart and had gotten into like thirty colleges or some shit. So, that one day after work while Darrion was waiting for Marcus to come out of the building, I approached him and had a little talk with him. Long story short, I exchanged info with him and that began my path to revenge.

           “Y’all see this shit?” I asked my viewers on Instagram live as I showed off the room I was in. “This Airbnb spot lit as fuck, ain’t it? I got some shit comin’ up for those of you who have joined my new OnlyFans. The video will be up tomorrow, I promise. Shit is gonna be hot as fuck. I swear y’all don’t know a damn thing about me yet.”

           I stopped recording and laughed to myself when I got a text from Darrion asking me for the Airbnb address. I texted it to him and then set my phone down before picking up my expensive camera and taking a test photo to make sure I had the lighting right in the room. With my cell phone, iPad camera and expensive Canon camera; I was going to capture the best footage for my first OnlyFans video with Darrion.

                                           Me (Shemar Mitchell)

           It was the day before I was to leave Jamaica to go live with my aunt and uncle in America and I still had so much to do. I had to say goodbye to everyone important in my life. I had to make sure I packed everything I’d need. And most of all, I had to figure out a way to get my sister Sasha to help me pull off something I’d been planning ever since I learned I’d been granted an American visa. You see, Sasha was the longtime girlfriend of Ghost, a notorious drug dealer in Kingston. While she had no official role in Ghost’s drug empire, I did. I’d always been very good with numbers so I was in charge of handling the money that came in from one of the crews in the city. In exchange for my loyalty, Ghost made sure no one fucked with me for being gay. I knew not to ever get on his bad side; therefore, I had to pull off my plan seamlessly.

           “I’m not agreeing to it if I don’t know who he is, Remy,” Sasha said to me.

           “Sasha,” I pleaded. “I just need you to keep Ghost busy while I spend a few hours with him.”

           “Who is he?”

           “I already told you he works for Ghost.”

                                                  Me (Remy)

           “I am your sister. You should trust me enough to tell me who he is.”

           “I do trust you but I can’t put him out like that.”

           “And how do you know he’s…into you know what?”

           “Because I know what I know. I’m leaving tomorrow and you know I won’t be coming back to visit for a long time. You wanted me to go to America so bad and now that I am about to go, I need to do this.”

           Back in 2011, I was a senior in high school and had moved in with my older sister Deanna because our mama, our stepdad, and our little half-sister Tiara had moved out of state for our stepdad’s new job. I didn’t want to move during my senior year so I moved in with Deanna and her boyfriend, Kenneth. I was always close with my big sister but our relationship became a little strained when she got with Kenneth. He had a problem with me being gay but always played like he was cool with it whenever Deanna was around. Whenever she wasn’t around; however, he got on my damn nerves. One cold Tuesday in January that year, I was stuck at home because it was a teacher’s workday. It would have been great had Kenneth not been at home with the flu.

           “I already gave him his medicine, Deanna,” I told my sister over the phone. “Your raggedy ass man is doing okay.”

           “He told me you’ve been being mean to him,” she said on the other end. “Can you at least be nice to him while he has the flu?”

           “Had his dumbass gotten a flu shot like we did…”

           “Darnell!”

           “What else do you want me to do?”

           “I bought some Vicks VapoRub for him. Rub some on his chest after you heat up the chicken noodle soup I made for him.”

           “Alright.”

           “And make sure he’s wearing his socks so his feet won’t get cold.”

           “Okay.”

           “And don’t forget to refill his cups with apple juice and water because he’s gotta drink lots of fluids.”

           “Damn, sis. You want me to stick a thermometer up his ass, too?”

           “Darnell, I know he’s a big baby when he gets sick but it’s not like you’re doing anything else. You don’t have school today and I know you’re not going anywhere since it’s only fifteen degrees outside. You only have to put up with him until I get off tonight at nine.”

           “Yeah, I know.” I got a text message and quickly told her, “I gotta go, Deanna. I’ll call you if I need your help.”

           “Alright. See you when I get home.”

           “Bye.” I ended the call and checked the text message I’d just gotten.

           It was a message from Antwan Stringer, a boy on the football team that I’d been messing around with for a few weeks. We hadn’t gone all the way because I was still a virgin but he did rim and finger me and I sucked him every now and then. He texted me asking if he could come over and I told him he couldn’t because my sister’s boyfriend was home. He then asked me to send him a pic of my asshole so he could jackoff. Teasing him, I sent a pic of me lifting my shirt instead.

                                                Me (Darnell)

           “Darnell,” Kenneth called out while coughing. “I need more water.”

           I ignored him and continued texting Antwan. When I heard a loud thump coming from my sister’s bedroom, I quickly left my room and headed across the hall into her room. When I saw Kenneth holding onto the bed to stay up, I asked, “What the hell are you doing?”

           “I’m trying to get some water,” he replied angrily. “I told your gay ass I needed water!”

                                                Kenneth

           I’d been curious since beginning puberty, but I didn’t act on my curiosity until my last year of high school. I was a wide receiver on the football team so I had no problems getting girls. There wasn’t a reason for why I’d been curious, I just was. While most of my friends got horny whenever a girl walked by them, I got horny whenever a girl or a boy walked by me. It was that way all throughout high school for me as well. During my senior year, I became friends with Derek Calloway, a short openly gay dude in my English class. We didn’t really talk at school but outside of school, we talked all the time. The talking turned into subtle flirting and the subtle flirting turned into playing around physically. I knew he already knew I wanted to do things with him but I made it clear when I told him to skip school one day.

           “Why did you want to skip school?” he asked me over the phone that morning. “You wanna hang out or something?”

           “I wanna hang out but not out somewhere,” I replied.

           “So, you wanna come over to my house?”

           “Yeah. But I ain’t gonna come if you’re gonna be on some bullshit.”

           “Hakeem, we could’ve hung out after school. It’s not like you have football practice during the winter.”

           “Your parents would be home after school.”

           “Okay, and?”

           “You want me to come over or not?”

           “I do. But why are you acting so weird?”

           “I ain’t actin’ weird.”

           “Yes, you are.” He laughed a little and asked, “Is this about what happened the other night in your car?”

           “You know it does.”

           “Ugh, I can’t stand you curious DL boys. Y’all are annoying as fuck. Just because we were playing around in your car and your dick got hard doesn’t mean anything.”

           “Derek, I been thinkin’ about this type of shit for a minute now. I been thinkin’ about it since before I started kickin’ it with you. I just…wanna do somethin’ about it now.”

           He was quiet for a little while before asking, “Do something like what?”

           “Whatever you’re cool with.”

           I was nervous as fuck but I didn’t want him to know that. I’d been thinking about fucking him since the first time we locked eyes in English class at the beginning of that school year. I thought about him the most at night before going to sleep. My dick would get hard and I’d have to jackoff and bust a nut just so I could get to sleep. I don’t know what it was about him but he attracted me more than anybody else at our school. Just hearing his voice over the phone had my dick hard.

                                     Me (Hakeem Samuels)

           “So, wassup?” I asked him. “Are we gonna get into some shit or what? And don’t even think about playin’ games with me.”

           As crazy as it sounds, I met Tariq Hammonds through a girl I’d been fucking around with behind my girlfriend’s back. The girl was a frequent shopper at the Whole Foods where I worked and I knew she was working for somebody because she was clearly a hood bitch. So, I ended up fucking her in the back of her Ford Explorer on Tuesdays and Thursdays. Then, one day she answered a FaceTime call from her boss and he caught a glimpse of me as she was putting the camera on herself. He asked her who I was and she told him I was her boyfriend, even though I wasn’t. I had no idea who he was and even when the girl explained to me who he was, I still didn’t know who he was. Nonetheless, I gave him my phone number when he asked for it because I could tell he had money.

           “He’s a gospel singer,” she explained as we were getting dressed.

           “Why the fuck did he want my number?” I asked.

           “I don’t know, Marcus. Why did you give it to him?”

           “Because he had on a gold Rolex with diamonds in it.” I laughed and she laughed before kissing me.

           That night, Tariq called me a couple of times while I was playing basketball with my boys. I noticed the missed calls after the game and called him back as I was walking home. He was very blunt with me and told me he thought I was a sexy man. When he asked me if I was into both men and women, I told him no but then he asked if I’d be interested in having a sugar daddy. It only took me about two seconds to think on it and tell him I was very interested. He asked me about some basic information and the very next day, a driver was sent to pick me up from the apartment I shared with my girlfriend Zora. I lied to her about it all; telling her that it was for a job opportunity.

                                         Me (Marcus Stanfield)

           All I did was have drinks and talk with him in his private bar during our first meeting. He wanted to know everything there was to know about me. He wasn’t disrespectful and he didn’t touch me at all. After talking for a few hours, he handed me an envelope and had me driven back home. I opened the envelope and when I saw it was a check for five thousand dollars, I damn near fainted. All I did was have drinks and talk with that nigga for a few hours and he’d given me five thousand dollars. After that, I was willing to go further with it. When I got deep in it, I decided to tell Zora.

           “You did what?” Zora asked me when I returned home from Tariq’s one night.

           “I signed some shit so I can’t go too into detail,” I explained to her. “But I’ve been…kickin’ it with this rich dude for a few weeks. That’s where my recent checks have been coming from.”

           Her eyebrows jumped up as she asked, “What rich dude?”

           “Baby, I really can’t go into detail about it. Tomorrow, I want you to put this in your account.” I pulled the check from my back pocket and gave it to her.

           “Eight thousand dollars?! Marcus, who the hell would pay you eight thousand dollars for hanging out with them?”

           I smiled and told her, “My sugar daddy.”