Reblog if I’m not ugly 💓😩

titsay
AnasAbdin
Cosmic Funnies
Mike Driver
Sweet Seals For You, Always
d e v o n

★

roma★

izzy's playlists!
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
i don't do bad sauce passes
NASA
almost home
art blog(derogatory)
we're not kids anymore.
todays bird
Monterey Bay Aquarium

Kiana Khansmith

@theartofmadeline
$LAYYYTER

seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from Malaysia
seen from Malaysia

seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from Spain

seen from Malaysia

seen from Malaysia

seen from United States

seen from Germany
seen from Chile
seen from Malaysia

seen from United States
seen from Brazil

seen from United States

seen from Italy
seen from Italy

seen from United States
seen from Malaysia
@mallymal69
Reblog if I’m not ugly 💓😩

Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
Papi from NY
Nice dick
Grill em
Mood All 2018 😈😈😂😂😂😂
“Baller Trade”
It was a late Thursday night and I was on Jack’d trying to get into some shit. I mainly fucked around with girls, but I loved sucking dick so every now and then I get on Jack’d to find dudes in my area who love getting head. Most of the dudes on there were playing games that night but one nigga hit me up claiming that I could do anything to him if I paid him fifty dollars. I was going to ignore him but I noticed he was extremely close to my location. When he sent me his number, I assumed he was for real and called him.
“Wassup,” answered a deep voice on the other end after only one ring. “I’m Dex.”
“Wassup, I’m Ray,” I said back. “You need fifty dollars for real?”
“Yeah, bruh.”
“How I know this ain’t a setup or something?”
“You on the Cal U campus, right?”
“Yeah.”
“So am I. Listen, I ain’t never did no shit like this before so I need to know I can trust you. I’m on the basketball team so I can’t let this shit get out.”
“You’re on the basketball team with Jack’d on your phone?”
“I just downloaded the app tonight because I really need the money, man. Can I trust you?”
“You can, bruh. I’m DL.”
“Cool. You wanna pick me up behind the athletic dorm? I can walk somewhere and you can pick me up also.”
“I can pick you up behind the athletic dorm. Let me go to the ATM and get the money out first though. I can’t do it with you in the car. I don’t know you like that.”
“A’ight, that’s cool. Just hit me back up when you on the way so I can walk down and wait.”
“Okay.” I ended the call and quickly grabbed my wallet and keys.
I didn’t know what to make of it all as I left my apartment near campus. I’d sucked a few dicks in the area but never a student, let alone one of the student-athletes. I kept feeling like it was all some setup or a game, but I had to go for it because my dick was already hard at the thought of tasting some baller dick. So, I headed to the Walgreens store up the street from my apartment because it had an ATM that didn’t charge a withdrawal fee. I got fifty dollars out of my account and put it in my wallet before pulling off.
Me (Ray)
“I’m on the way,” I told him on the phone as I headed back towards campus. “I’m in a black Hyundai.”
“Okay,” he said back. “I’m walkin’ down now.”
When I got to campus, I drove to the athletic dorm building and parked in the back. When I saw a tall dude with a fade walking towards my car, I automatically knew it was him and unlocked my doors for him. He climbed in and I immediately knew who he was. His name was Dexter Grant and he really was on the basketball team. He looked at me and smiled as he asked, “You know a place to park so we won’t get caught?”
Dexter Grant
I laughed a little as I replied, “Yeah, I know a spot.”
He pulled out his phone to look at something and I drove away from the back of the building. There was a spot near the library that I always parked at to jackoff or suck dudes off at, so I drove there and parked my car. I turned the car off and waited for him to be done doing whatever he was doing on his phone. When he stopped, he looked up at me and smiled again.
“You got the money?” he asked.
“I got it,” I answered. “But how I know you won’t just take it and punch me or some shit?”
He reclined his seat back a little and then grabbed my hand. He made me put my hand into his Adidas sweatpants and touch his soft dick. “You still think I’ma hurt you?”
I quickly remembered he said he was willing to do anything for the money, so I took my hand out his sweatpants and said, “Get naked.”
“Get naked?”
“Yeah.”
“What if somebody walk by?”
“At this time of night? Bruh, nobody ever walks by out here. I park out here all the time to jackoff and nobody be out here. And we’d see them come from behind that wall over there if they do. If you get naked, I’ll give you the money.”
He just stared at me for a little while and then shrugged his shoulders. He pulled his shirt off first and then took off his shoes. He wasn’t wearing underwear so when he pulled down his sweatpants, his semi-hard dick was right there and it had my mouth watering. He even took off his socks even though I didn’t tell him to. Now, he was completely naked. Being naked must have gotten him horny because his dick grew hard instantly. After I handed him the money, he started playing with his big dick while looking at me.
“You gonna suck this dick or nah, nigga?” he asked while stroking that big dick.
I leaned over and stuffed that pretty chocolate dick in my mouth. I hadn’t sucked dick in like a month so I was enjoying every single bit of it. He got harder and harder while I was deep throating him. He had to have just showered because that dick smelled and tasted so fresh. He spread his legs a little and naturally, I went right for his low-hanging balls.
“Fuck, bruh,” he moaned as I sucked on his balls. “That shit feel good as fuck.”
“You like that shit, nigga?” I asked while licking on his balls.
“Hell yeah.”
I licked and sucked on his balls a little longer before putting my mouth back on his dick. He easily had the biggest dick I’d ever sucked. He had me gagging and choking like crazy, and it was voluntary because he wasn’t putting his hands on the back of my head forcing me or anything like that. I was just dickmatized at that point and wanted to suck on him for hours. When I needed to come up for air, I pulled away and jacked him off while I caught my breath.
“You mind if I take my dick out and jackoff?” I asked him.
“Nah, I don’t mind,” he said.
I left my hoodie on but pulled my sweatpants and boxers down so that I could free my hard dick. Precum was already dripping from it so I used it along with some spit as lube to jackoff with. He turned his body towards me and made his seat recline a little more. I leaned back over and continued to jackoff as I started sucking him again. He finally put his hand on the back of my head and made me gag on that big dick.
“Damn, you suck better than a girl,” he told me. He used his other hand to play with his left nipple as he asked, “You ever get fucked?”
I stopped sucking him to tell him, “No. I don’t get fucked. All I do is suck dick. I fuck girls only.”
“Me too but shit, it might feel good. I told you I’m down for anything as long as you pay.”
“You wanna suck my dick?”
He didn’t even waste time with an answer. This nigga made me sit up and before I could even get adjusted, he was leaning over and sucking on the head of my eight-inch dick. He didn’t know what the fuck he was doing but it felt good. I knew I wouldn’t be able to last long because of how horny I was. Just when I felt like I was gonna nut in his mouth, he stopped sucking me and made me turn a little more towards him. I did and he immediately started licking on my balls while I jacked off.
“Yo, I’ma nut,” I told him as I beat my dick harder and harder.
He stopped licking my balls and put his mouth on my dick just as I was busting my nut. I shot my load in his mouth and he sucked every last drop out of me while I moaned and shook like crazy. That shit felt so good that I forgot where I was for a second. He kept sucking me while I looked down at him. He finally stopped once my dick began to go soft.
“My turn,” he said as he pulled back and stroked his hard dick again. I leaned back over and sucked his dick while jacking him off at the same time. He moaned out loud and told me, “Nigga, I’m about to bust! Shit!”
I kept sucking him while jacking him off and he shot so much nut into my mouth that I almost choked. It was like his dick kept releasing more and more of it. I swallowed as much of it as I could but some of it managed to roll out and land on my hoodie. The way he was moaning when I started sucking him again turned me on. His dick was extremely sensitive so he stopped me from sucking him after a little while.
“Damn, I needed that,” he said to me.
“Me, too,” I said back. “You always cum that much?”
“When I haven’t fucked or beat my dick in a while. That shit felt so good, my nigga.”
As we got dressed, I asked him, “Why did you need fifty dollars?”
“I ran out of meal plan money for the week already and I need money for food over the weekend.”
“Yo, you for real?”
“Yeah man, no lie.”
“But you’re on the basketball team.”
“Bro, they don’t make sure we’re fed and have clean clothes. All we do is play ball for the school. You’d think they made sure we got enough food and stuff but they don’t give a fuck.”
“Damn, that’s fucked up, bruh. I never knew that. Hey man, I got a job so I can help you out from time to time as long as we make this whole freaky DL thing regular.”
“I’m down with that.”
“Cool.” I finished putting my sweatpants back on and restarted the car. After driving him back to the athletic dorm, I asked, “When do y’all leave for your next game?”
“Tomorrow at like three. Why?”
“My roommates will be in class tomorrow but I don’t have Friday classes, so we can do a lil’ somethin’ at my place.”
“A’ight, bet. Just hit me up, bruh.”
“Okay. Later, man.”
“Later.”
I watched as he climbed out of my car and headed into the building. When I got home, I jacked off again in the bathroom and then took a shower. I did feel a little bad after Dexter told me the school didn’t make sure all the student-athletes had enough to eat every week. I was willing to help him out as long as we could keep our little thing going. I finally had a reason to delete Jack’d off my phone.
[Disclaimer]: Pictures used do not reflect the sexuality or personality of people in the pictures. They only serve as visual examples of the characters.
© D.A. Morrison 2018

Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
Finally, I’m posting new original stories over the next few days and all will have a basketball theme since it’s March Madness. The stories will focus on sex, love, drama and other things that effect basketball players and those involved with them. I hope you enjoy them! Stay tuned…
I spy
Reblog or your mom will die in 928 seconds.
I love my mom.
I am risking nothing
I AM SORRY FOLLOWERS, I LOVE MY MOMMY
Will not risk.
sorry followers :(
omg im so glad to se so many people love their mummy
Why’re you being mean to my mum?
goddamn it
Nope. Googled it. 15 minuets. Nope. Not taking any chances
This has 1.2 million reblogs … Ps not riskin it
1.4 almost ps not risking it
Fuck this post
I am sorry…
I fucks with my moms too heavy to be playing games. REBLOG
Hell no.
Sorry
Y'all really got a porn blog out here doin it.
I couldn’t live with myself if something happened to my Mom lol
I second my husband’s emotion! Lol
This is supposed to be a porn blog but NO
Scrolled past but got paranoid
EU TE AMO MÃE
WHY IS THIS POST BACK?
Omg this my second time seeing this shit I hate these
Im so sorry and i hate these! But i never want to chance it!!
😤😤😤😤
Love my mom
Love ya mommy bear
I love you mommy.
reblog if you experience this , side bar , i hope ya tipping these barbers well!!comment witch barber you go to you barber maybe watching this :)
🙌🏾💯 always

Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
“Seven Days”
After my breakup with Melvin, I expected to remain single at least until I began college. I never expected to fall for someone else. I definitely didn’t expect to fall in love with one of my closest friends over the course of seven days. His name is Malik Okadigbo and we’d been friends since middle school when his family moved to town. His dad also worked for the same company my dad worked for. It all started on a Monday afternoon in my bedroom after school. He was telling me about the latest girl he’d fooled around with and for the first time, I became jealous. He told me he really liked the girl and was thinking about making her his girlfriend and I was bothered by it all for some reason.
Over the next few days, I began teasing him and playing around to get a reaction out of him. He’d laugh or get annoyed or get mad at me and I welcomed each type of reaction because I was catching feelings for him. On Saturday night, he was hanging out with his friends I got deep in my feelings and sent him a long text telling him how I felt. He didn’t respond but he did come over to my house on Sunday and we had sex while my mama and little sister were gone. Before him, I’d only had sex with my ex-boyfriend Melvin and I can honestly say Malik was definitely better. When he left my house after the sex, everything was cool. The following Monday at school, he ignored me and did everything he could to avoid me. I was completely heartbroken.
“I’m so stupid,” I said to my best friend Aiden while we hung out in the senior lounge during lunch break. “I just fucked up a five-year friendship over thirty minutes of sex.”
“Trevon, he’s probably just confused,” Aiden said back. “Was he into the sex or did it just seem like he wanted a nut?”
“Aiden, he ate my ass and repeatedly kissed me. I mean, if he was having second thoughts then he would’ve left while I was getting ready for the sex. I was in my bathroom for a minute.”
“Damn, you must’ve eaten like an hour before or something. It doesn’t usually take me that long to douche this bussy if I haven’t eaten anything.”
I laughed a little and told him, “I’m serious, Aiden. I don’t know what to do. He’s been ignoring me all day.”
“Walk up on his tall and sexy dark chocolate ass and tell him y’all need to talk. Everyone knows you and him are friends, but only I know what the real deal is.”
“It’s not that easy.”
He put his hand up to his forehead and joked, “You masculine boys are a handful. Listen boo-boo, Malik is trippin’ because he wouldn’t have done anything with you if he wasn’t at least a little curious. And he put his mouth on your bootyhole? That boy is not straight. You need to call him on his shit. Just don’t be all confrontational about it.”
“How would you handle the situation if it were you?”
Me (Trevon Ross)
“First of all, I’d have that boy sprung because my skills are top of the line. Just ask…” He leaned in closer and whispered, “Just ask Demario Anderson.”
My eyes widened as I asked him in a whisper, “You’ve been talking to Demario?”
“More than just talking, honey. We gotta keep it on the extreme DL though. You know he’s on the basketball team. But I really think he wants it to be more than just sex.”
“I can’t believe you’ve been keeping this from me. When did it start?”
“I had to help him study for a test in our math class and he just straight up asked me if I liked him. It was so adorable.”
“And y’all did it?”
“Well, we haven’t gone all the way yet because I’m scared. But I have sucked him a few times and he’s eaten me out and sucked me a few times.”
“Scared of what?”
“His dick is like too big. There’s big and then there’s too big. I’m not trying to destroy my walls by letting some nigga with thirteen inches run up in me.”
“Thirteen? Whoa, that is a little too much dick.”
“Exactly. How big is Malik?”
“He’s a little bigger than me and I’m eight and a half, so he’s probably around nine. And he’s uncut.”
“Ooh, I love uncut dicks in porn. I’ve never seen one in person though. You lucky bitch.”
I laughed and said, “Nah, you’re the lucky one. Demario sounds like perfect boyfriend material; meanwhile, I’m working on my second failed relationship.”
“Tre, it’s gonna be cool. If Malik is still trippin’ after you talk to him, then just try to work around what happened so you two can still be friends. You need that friendship just like you need this friendship with me. There are things that you only talk to me about and there’s stuff that you only talk to him about. Friendship is important.”
“True.”
After lunch, I only had one chance to force a talk with Malik during school hours. Right before our last class of the day, Malik always went to his locker. I thought about what I’d say to him during my next two classes and right before my last class, I headed towards his locker. When I saw him talking to his potential girlfriend, Stacey, I stood back and waited for her to leave. When she wouldn’t walk away, I just went over.
“Malik,” I said to him, interrupting whatever Stacey was saying to him, “we need to talk.”
“About what?” he asked while cutting his eyes towards me for only a second.
Malik Okadigbo
“About…the project I’ve been helping you with.”
“I’ll see you later,” Stacey said to him before walking away.
“I just want to talk,” I pleaded with him. “I promise. No matter how you feel about it, I wanna talk to you as my friend.”
“Okay. Can we talk at your house?”
“Yes. My mama will be at work and my sister gets off the bus at her friend’s house until my mama gets off work and picks her up.”
“I’ll be there.”
“Thank you.” I smiled at him before hurrying to my last class.
Immediately after school, I drove home because I didn’t have much time to talk to him. I worked at Hollister in the mall and had to work that day. As I waited for him to arrive, I tried to brace myself for the worst. I couldn’t imagine what my life would be like without a friend like him in it. Aiden was right, I needed them both as close friends because they were universally different; therefore, my friendships with them were universally different. Then again, I could see myself being with Malik in a way that I couldn’t see with Aiden. It wasn’t because Aiden was fem or anything like that. There was just this natural chemistry between me and Malik that led to us having sex.
“Do you want anything to eat or drink?” I asked him as I closed the front door.
“Did your mama make any more of those chocolate chip blondies?” he asked.
I smiled as I told him, “Yeah. You want some?”
“I can go for about two or three of them with some milk.”
“Coming right up.” I went into the kitchen and he followed me. After putting a few of the chocolate chip blondies on a plate and pouring two glasses of milk for us, I took them to the table and we sat down across from each other. “Before you lash out at me…”
“I’m not gonna lash out at you, Trevon. And I’m sorry for how I’ve been today. I just…wasn’t expecting to feel this way.”
“I know. You probably feel disgusted and regretful for doing what we did yesterday. And on a Sunday? I shouldn’t have pushed you to do any of it.”
“Trevon, slow down. That wasn’t what I was gonna say.” He finished one of the blondies and took a quick sip of milk before telling me, “I don’t regret what we did yesterday.”
“You don’t?”
“No. The truth is I’ve always had this crush on you but I was scared to do anything about it because I don’t feel this way about any other boy. And I know I’m nothing like Melvin, so I was somewhat relieved when you sent me that long text. I don’t think I ever would’ve told you about my crush on you.”
“Malik, it didn’t work with Melvin for a reason. It’s a good thing that you’re nothing like him.”
“But he was your first.”
“And? Not everyone is going to be with their first love forever. Malik, I really like you. I actually love you. I’ve known you for five years and it took me seven days to realize I love you.”
He grabbed his chest and looked into my eyes as he told me, “I wasn’t expecting you to say that.”
“It’s how I feel. I want us to be boyfriends but that’s clearly not what you want, so we need to do everything we can to save this friendship.”
“Trevon, I do want to be boyfriends. And on some level, I love you, too. But I can’t.”
“What do you mean? You can’t what?”
“Tre, my dad will disown me and throw me out if he knew about us. He’s always talking about how strong Nigerian men are the leading example of how all men should be. He’s never said anything hateful about gays but I can hear it in his voice that he would never accept me being with another guy. One of my uncles doesn’t hide his hatred for gays and he’s always saying bad things, and my dad just nods.” He paused and shook his head before continuing, “I just don’t like the idea of having to hide anything while also lying to and disrespecting my parents.”
“I understand, Malik. I do.”
“I just want you to know that you didn’t do anything wrong. I care about your feelings and I took them into account when I crossed the line with you yesterday. What I didn’t take into account was how it would all make me feel once I thought about it.”
“Can you remove the possibility of your parents finding out? What do you want?”
“Everything I do is to honor my parents, Tre. They’re so proud of me and I can’t let them down on anything. That’s why I’m always on the honor roll and why I run track and volunteer all the time for my church. I have to put them first. I don’t want to. I have to.” Tears began to form in his eyes as he told me, “I’m sorry. I fucking hate crying.” He laughed a little as he wiped his eyes.
“Malik, it’s okay.” I touched his hand and reassured him, “It’s going to be okay.”
“No, it’s not. I talked so much shit when you were with Melvin and I guess in the back of my mind, I thought I was better for you. I’m not. I’m weak.”
“Okay, I’m not going to sit here and let you beat up on yourself. You are not weak. What your dad says about Nigerian men is true and even though there are some flaws in that line of thinking, your heritage is something to be proud of. If you can’t be with me because of your family then I am going to have to accept it. I don’t want you to ruin the relationship between you and your dad. That’s essential to your well-being. I know it sounds unbelievable, but hearing you say you’d be my boyfriend if you could is enough for me.”
“Really?”
“Yes.”
He sighed and said, “It still feels like I’m doing the wrong thing. When you sent me that text on Saturday night, my heart skipped a beat. And when you told me you love me just now, it did it again. I know I can’t be with you now, but what about later?”
“How much later? We’re about to be done with high school in a few months, Malik. After the summer, we’re going off to colleges in different parts of the country.”
“Well, maybe we don’t have to.”
“What do you mean?”
“We both applied to Penn State, right?”
“Yeah.”
“If we both get in, then it’ll be a sign.”
I giggled as I asked, “Are you really willing to base the possibility of a relationship on us both getting into Penn State?”
“Yes, think about it. We can do so much together since we’ll be so far away from here. We can be boyfriends and even share a dorm room. I’d still be somewhat lying to my parents, but I won’t see them every day.”
“But what if we don’t get into Penn State? What if you get in and I don’t or vice versa?”
“Then it’ll be a sign that we can’t make this work or that it wouldn’t be worth risking our friendship over.”
I laughed again as I said, “You’re crazy. You know that, right?”
“If I’m crazy, you drove me there.” He smiled the biggest smile at me and I smiled back while blushing. He picked up another chocolate chip blondie and took a bite out of it while still looking at me. After taking another sip of milk, he asked, “Are you in?”
“I’m in.”
“Cool.”
I couldn’t believe we were really putting it all on college acceptance letters, but it was his idea and I was willing to go along with it. I’d gotten to the point where I could handle it if we did just go back to being friends. I wanted us to be boyfriends but I was willing to settle for friendship if that was what fate had in store for us. We hugged and kissed for a little while and then he left and I headed to my job at the mall. It was going to be a long day and night, just like all the other days and nights ahead of me. All I could do was look forward to the Spring day when I’d get a letter either accepting or rejecting me to Penn State. That Spring day couldn’t come soon enough for me.
[Disclaimer]: Pictures used do not reflect the sexuality or personality of people in the pictures. They only serve as visual examples of the characters.
© D.A. Morrison 2018
this is the money dog, repost in the next 24 hours and money will come your way!!
ehh what the hell
OH MY GOD SO NO FUCKIN BULLSHIT I SWEAR To GOD. I reblogged this an hour ago and IM NOT Lying My Tax Refund which I did in late march popped into my Bank Account, and it was a Decent sized amount……
WHAT THE FUCK Is THIS MAGIC!??!?!?! Im trying this again IM NOT BSing hahahaha thats actually pretty cool xD
yooooo
yoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
FUCKIN YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
no BULLSHIT I KID YOU NOT! Look what I found while walking Home…..
OH MY GOD
OH MY F*CKIN GOD
THIS POST FUCKIN WORKS?!?!?! THIS IS PAST A COINCIDENCE NO WAY!??! NO FRIGGIN WAY!!!
Im Going to reblog this every day to test this, its MAGIC ITS FRIGGIN MAGIC
I need to believe in the heart of the post…
Oh? Well… *reblag*
i reblogged this and now my uncle is giving me 250 to dye my hair nani the fucko
I have nothing to lose
my palm was itchin today not riskin it
I always reblog the money posts cause I can’t afford not too lol
It works. I just got $300 for no reason.
Money dog is my friend
Money dog is the shit
I believe in the money dog😀
Cardi B ending homophobia
Facts 💯💁🏽♂️
Deonee Arnez | Oxford NC now NY | Fan Submission
Follow our new page @xposingnorthcarolina
Baeeee 😍😍😍😍😍😍😍

Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
“Rules of the Game” – Part 1
Ask anybody who’s single if they like being single and if they answer honestly, they’ll tell you it sucks. Most people enjoy the single life but random hookups and one-night stands get real old real quick. I’d only been in four relationships that lasted longer than a month, so it was safe to say I was cursed when it came to obtaining and keeping a boyfriend. For one whole year—my first year after graduating college—I decided to give celibacy a try. On the exact one-year anniversary of me becoming celibate, I met Kenton.
I’d been invited to a rooftop party by a girl from my job that I didn’t know very well. Even though I wouldn’t know anyone at the party, I still went and I made sure I looked cute. When I arrived, I immediately noticed there were some sexy men all around. Of course, the majority of them were straight but I had hopes that someone would talk me out of celibacy. I was horny out of my mind.
“Oh, you made it,” said Janelle, the girl from my job that invited me to the party. “I was hoping you’d come because there’s someone here I’d like you to meet. Come on.” She grabbed my hand and led me over to this tall, fine dark-skinned brotha who was drinking a beer. She tapped his arm and told him, “Tyreke, this is Julian, the guy I told you about from my job. Julian, this is my cousin Tyreke.”
“Damn cuzzo,” he said as he looked me up and down. “You weren’t lying when you said he was cute.”
Hearing that made me blush, so I smiled and asked him, “Do you live here in Miami?”
Me (Julian Baxter)
“Yeah.”
“I’ll let you two talk,” Janelle said before walking away.
“My cousin definitely knows my taste. Mmm, I bet you got some good ass.”
I smiled big and told him, “Okay, now. Keep it classy.”
“Oh, you’re one of those types? Alright, I know how to play it, baby. I can play the game before taking you back to my spot and blowing your back out.”
“There will be no blowing of any backs tonight. That’s not how I do things, especially not with someone I just met.”
“You are a bottom, right?”
“I’m vers and I don’t see how that…”
“Vers with that booty? Nah, you need to play your position, baby. You too cute and shit to be vers.”
“Why are we talking about sex only? You haven’t even asked me anything non-sexual about myself.”
“Look, I’m a top that’s not looking for anything serious. Are you down to fuck or nah?”
I looked down at the bulge in his shorts as if I were interested before looking back into his eyes and telling him, “Nah!”
I walked away from his dumbass and made my way over to where the drinks were. I poured myself some off-brand vodka and cranberry juice and went over to a set of outdoor sofas and sat down by the rooftop’s guardrail. Right after I took a sip from my drink, this deep voice with an accent said to me, “Not having fun, bruv?”
Kenton Clarke
I looked over to see this handsome dude who I hadn’t even noticed when I sat down. I flashed him a smile and replied, “Not really.”
“Yeah, this party blows, mate.”
“Your accent…where are you from?”
“South London.”
I stared at him for a few seconds silently and then asked, “Soccer player?”
He laughed and replied, “How did you guess, bruv? Do I have the look of a footballer or something?”
“Not to sound mean; but yeah, you do. What brings you to Miami?”
“Football…well, soccer as you Americans put it. I’m here because my temper led me to a suspension back in the UK. The Miami FC team has shown an interest in me so I’m thinking about giving them a try for at least a year.” He moved closer to me on the sofa and extended his hand as he told me, “I’m Kenton Clarke but everybody calls me Ken.”
I shook his hand and told him, “Nice to meet you, Ken. My name is Julian Baxter.”
He chuckled and joked, “You actually look like a Julian.”
I burst out laughing and said, “Oh, shut up.”
For the next two hours, I sat there and talked with Kenton and only stopped talking to him whenever I had to get up to refill my drink with that cheap ass vodka. As I talked to him, I found myself wondering if he was just being friendly or if he was actually interested in me. Somehow, I feel like I got my answer when I removed my shades because he removed his, too, and we looked into each other’s eyes. He smiled again and something about that smile told me he was interested. Still, I needed to test the waters before going any further with him. My gaydar was usually way off and with my luck, he was probably straight.
“So,” I said to him after taking a sip from my drink, “is there someone special in your life?”
“Hmm,” he said as he sat his bottle of Bud Light down. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were hitting on me by asking me that.”
“Would it be a problem if I were?”
He chuckled again and told me, “I’m single and since you wanna know so bad, I’m bisexual.”
“Openly? Closeted?”
“I’ve never been in a bloody closet, bruv. Besides, if I were closeted I wouldn’t tell you in public that I want to ditch this party and take you out to eat right now.”
“Are you serious or just joking?”
He stood up and put his shades back on and asked, “You coming or not? Because I’m going to get some chicken tenders and fries either way.”
Without hesitation, I jumped up and left the party with him. He texted his teammates to let them know he’d left and then followed me to my Lexus. I usually didn’t date guys who didn’t have a car but I easily made an exception for him because he was just visiting. Since the date was completely impromptu, I drove us to the nearest Chili’s restaurant. When we got there, we got a table and placed our orders with the waitress.
“Do they have good chicken tenders here?” he asked. “I am addicted to the way America makes them.”
“Yeah, they’re pretty good,” I told him. “Not as good as somewhere like Popeyes though. Now they make the best chicken, hands down.”
“Why didn’t we go there?”
I laughed and answered, “Because I’m not comfortable taking a Brit to the ghetto.”
“I didn’t grow up rich, Julian. My parents are from Barbados and even when they moved to South London, we still weren’t rich. You could’ve taken me to what you call the ghetto.” He laughed and then asked, “So, you from here?”
“No, I’m from Atlanta. I went to college down here and decided to stay and make a living here. Atlanta is way too messy for me.”
“I’ve never been to Atlanta. I’ve only been to America one other time and it was to Los Angeles like two years ago.”
“Do you like it here?”
“It’s okay from what I’ve seen; but at the same time, I feel like I haven’t been here enough to form a thorough opinion.” He stared into my eyes as he continued, “I guess if I have a reason other than playing football, I may have to stay here so that I can form an opinion.”
He smiled after saying that and I smiled back. When our food arrived, we got to know each other better while eating. He told me about how difficult it was playing on different soccer teams while being openly bisexual, and I told him about my own difficulties with having family who didn’t fully accept me being gay. For the first time in a long time, I actually had meaningful conversation with a guy who didn’t just want to have sex.
“I could’ve paid for my meal,” I told him as we left the restaurant.
“But I asked you out,” he said back. “I was only being courteous.”
“Yeah, but I suggested the restaurant and I drove us here.”
“More of a reason for me to be courteous, Julian.” He laughed and gave me a look as we made it to my car.
After we climbed in, I asked him, “What were you doing at my coworker’s party by the way?”
“I left my hotel suite while my agent was sleeping and I ended up following this group of lads to that rooftop party. I didn’t know a single soul there but they had free drinks and the view was nice.”
“Well, I was there because my coworker was trying to hook me up with her gay cousin even though she told me nothing about it until I arrived. And he was a jackass.”
“Whoa, that’s so messed up.”
“Tell me about it. So, which hotel are you staying at?”
“The Embassy that’s by the airport.”
“Miami International Airport?”
“Yeah, that’s the one. You know where it is?”
“I sure do. I can get you there in no time.”
“Actually, I was thinking maybe we could go back to your place and get better acquainted.”
“As great as that sounds, I can’t.” I turned in my seat towards him and explained, “Ken, I’ve been celibate for a year now. And I’ve made a promise to myself that I’m not going to have sex until I know for sure it’s with someone looking for more than a one-time hookup. I’m sorry if I led you to believe otherwise.”
He smiled and told me, “You didn’t lead me to believe otherwise. I’m sorry if I offended you.”
“No, you’re fine. I’m sure you’re used to guys and girls throwing themselves at you.”
“They do but that doesn’t mean I always take the offer. Also, I like to do the pursuing. So, with that in mind, I want to see you again.”
“You do?”
“Yes. How about you come by and pick me up and you can show me around?”
“Okay, I can do that.”
I drove him to the hotel he was staying in and after exchanging numbers, we went our separate ways. As I drove home, I couldn’t believe I’d met a guy like Kenton and that it happened so randomly. Still, I couldn’t let the randomness of it change any of the rules I’d established prior to becoming celibate. I knew what I was looking for and I wasn’t going to waste my time. I’d rather remain celibate and single than put up with bullshit.
“How fine is he?” my best friend Kody asked me over the phone later that night.
“On a scale of one to ten,” I said back, “he’s about a hundred.”
“Damn. That fine, huh?”
“Yes. It’s not his looks that have me interested in him the most though. Kody, his openness is so refreshing. I’ve never talked to someone that open before. And even when he asked to come back to my place, it was extremely polite and not raunchy at all. Do you know how long it’s been since someone politely asked for some ass?”
“Are you gonna give him some ass?”
“No.”
“Bitch, you are lying! You know you’re gonna bend over and let him slide that big British dick into your booty!”
“Nope. I am not ruining this. If he’s not cool with me being celibate then we’ll just be friends. I’m not breaking a year of celibacy for a fling.”
“And what if it’s not a fling?”
“There’s no way of knowing that yet. He told me he wants to see me again, so we’re hanging out tomorrow. I can honestly say I do have a good feeling about this.”
“All I can say is it’s about damn time. You have been denying niggas left and right, J.”
“If Ken can respect what I want, listen to me, and prove that he’s worth me giving him a chance; then I won’t deny him anything. I’m telling you, Kody; I really do feel like this is going to be worth it.”
[Disclaimer]: Pictures used do not reflect the sexuality or personality of people in the pictures. They only serve as visual examples of the characters.
© D.A. Morrison 2017
“Rules of the Game” – Part 2
I couldn’t lose focus of my principles. That was something I kept in mind as I headed to Kenton’s hotel to pick him up. How we met was still unbelievable to me; especially since I met him on my one-year anniversary of becoming celibate. From what I could tell on our first so-called date, he was a good guy. He could hold a meaningful conversation and he seemed interested in me beyond sex. As excited as I was, I couldn’t let down my guard. I had to remember the rules.
“The beach?” he asked me as I parked my car. “This is where you wanted to bring me, first?”
“We’re both already dressed for it,” I told him. “Besides, everyone knows Miami has the best beaches.”
“What, are we gonna rent some bloody surfboards or something?” He laughed as he climbed out of the car with me.
“No, but I do want to get in the water. You do know how to swim, right?”
“Yeah, I can swim.”
I took my shirt off and tossed onto my seat before saying to him, “Then let’s go get wet.”
He smiled as he chased me onto the beach and out into the beautiful water. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t looking at his sexy shirtless body as we played together in the water. He was easily the sexiest guy out there that day. His smile and that damn accent had me hornier than ever. And after a year of celibacy, I was definitely getting horny at the sight of this beautiful man. However, I was in control of my horniness. I controlled my hormones and urges.
“So, when you say you’re celibate,” he said to me as we exited the water, “does that mean you don’t even masturbate?”
I giggled and with a fake accent replied, “No, I’m not a bloody wanker!”
Me (Julian Baxter)
He burst out laughing and put his arm around my waist as we walked alongside the water. He then asked me, “How do you do it? I can’t go two days without at least a little morning masturbation.”
“I just focus on other things. I put all of my energy into other things. I meditate. I read. I laugh. I do think about sex and I look forward to having sex again, but it’s just not everything to me. Going a year without it has shown me that it’s not everything.”
“You’re brave.”
I giggled and told him, “Stop. I’m not brave for being celibate.”
“Yes, you are. It takes a lot of dedication to do something like that for as long as you have. You have me ready to give it a try.”
“Seriously?”
“Yes. Especially if it means I get to keep seeing you.”
“Ken, we’re just talking and hanging out. You have a life back in London.”
“I have family and friends back in London. I can have a life anywhere I choose.”
“Well, all I know is…”
“Hey, excuse me,” called out this woman as her and a guy she was with approached us. “Hi, can you guys watch me and my fiancé’s stuff while we go swim? You seem like decent guys and you’re obviously together. We’d really appreciate it.”
“Sure,” Kenton told her. “We’ll sit here and watch your stuff for you.”
“Thanks, guys,” the guy said as he shook Kenton’s hand and then mine.
After watching the man and woman go out into the water, I looked at Kenton and informed him, “Don’t make it a habit to help out Americans. People in this country have no shame about taking advantage of people who help them.”
“I didn’t do it just to help them out,” he explained with a smile. “I want to sit on the beach with you and now we have beach chairs to sit on.” He sat down on one of the beach chairs and I sat beside him.
Kenton Clarke
“So, what’s life like in London?”
“It’s not much different than here. It’s a lot rainier there than here. But I love rainy nights back home.”
“Wow, I love rainy nights, too.”
“Hmm, I wonder what else we have in common. What’s your favorite TV show?”
“Game of Thrones.”
His eyes lit up as he said, “Get outta here, bruv. Are you serious?”
“Yes. I’ve seen every single episode and I’m a member of a few online forums.”
“I’m in some of the forums, too. This is wild.”
“What kind of music do you like the most?”
“Soul and neo-soul. I like artists like Maxwell, India.Arie, Floetry, Musiq Soulchild, Corinne Bailey Rae, and I love everything that Jill Scott has ever made.”
“Okay, this is starting to get weird. My iPhone is full of soul and neo-soul music. Wow. The only thing that would make this weirder is if you were a loyal Janet Jackson stan like me.”
His eyes lit up as he told me, “I worship Janet. I keep a pic of her from the All for You era in my wallet for good luck.”
“I have a poster size version of her ‘Someone to Call My Lover’ cover photo on my wall!”
“That’s the pic I have in my wallet! That’s one of my favorite songs by her.”
“Mine, too.”
“This is incredible. I literally have no friends who are Janet fans.”
“Me either. Wow, Ken. We’re more compatible than I thought.”
He stared into my eyes and agreed, “Yeah, we are.”
We sat out there on the beach and talked until the couple came out of the water and thanked us for watching their stuff. Kenton and I continued to get to know each other as we resumed our walk along the beach. After a short while, we headed back to my car and I drove him to one of my favorite places to eat. It was this food truck that sold the best tacos, burritos, quesadillas and enchiladas in Miami. We got some food and then sat down at one of the few tables that were available.
“This is hands down the best taco I’ve ever eaten,” he told me with his mouth full of food.
“I told you,” I said back with a smile. “Me and my friends come here all the time.”
He finished chewing and took a sip from his beer before asking me, “Are you going to introduce me to your friends?”
“Oh, I don’t know about that. They’re not exactly as easygoing as I am. Some of them are picky and others are brutally honest.”
“Their behavior hasn’t fallen on you obviously. You’re like the nicest person I’ve ran into since coming here.”
“I have my moments.”
“I bet you’re so sexy when you’re mad.” He quickly stopped himself from going further and told me, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to say it like that.”
“Ken, it’s okay for you to give me compliments. I think you’re sexy, too.”
“You do?”
“Yes, I do.”
“I just don’t wanna disrespect you. I’ve never really spent time around someone who is celibate.”
I stared into his eyes as I admitted, “I haven’t been this tempted to end my celibacy before. But I have rules and I’m going to stick by them.”
“What are those rules?”
“They alternate in level of importance depending on my mood, but the main one is that I will not have sex if an attempt at a serious relationship is not guaranteed. I refuse to be with someone who will not respect my mind, my body and my choices. Absolutely no downlow men, and no one with a crazy stalker ex or a complicated situation that could lead to me getting into some drama. And my potential partner must have goals that he wants to reach in his life. That’s one of the most important rules to me. Do you wanna know why?”
“Yes, I do.”
“Well, because I have my very own goals that I want to reach and if the right guy for me comes into my life at the right moment, then we can help each other reach those goals.”
He smiled as he looked down at the table for a quick second. He then looked back into my eyes and told me, “Those are decent rules. The rules are meant to be broken saying doesn’t apply to your rules, Julian. I wouldn’t want you to break any of those.”
After we finished eating, I took him around to a few more of my favorite spots before bringing him back to my place. No, I wasn’t going to have sex with him but I did want to have a more intimate conversation with him without any distractions. When we got to my little townhouse, I led him inside. I needed to get a little buzz going for myself so I fixed us some drinks. I put on my favorite Janet Jackson playlist and turned the speakers up a little before sitting down beside him on my living room sofa.
“I’ve never had a Tequila Sunrise that tastes this good before,” he told me after taking a sip from his drink.
“That’s because it’s not a Tequila Sunrise,” I told him with a laugh. “It’s a Rum Sunset.”
“I better go easy on this. It doesn’t take much rum to have me jumping off the bloody walls.” He took another sip before sitting his glass down and asking me, “How did you learn to perfectly mix drinks? I can’t make a tasty mixed drink even if my life depended on it.”
“It’s all about balance.” I sat my glass down and asked him, “Do you prefer to be with men more or women?”
“Men, definitely. I have been with only two or three women who knew what they were doing in bed. Every man I’ve been with has either met or gone beyond my expectations. I usually like to go off of body language and most women rarely know what their bodies want.”
“Hmm, interesting. Was your first sexual experience with a man or a woman?”
“Woman. Well, a young woman. We were fourteen and she got me riled up after my soccer practice. That actually came close to messing up my opportunities.”
“How so?”
“She wasn’t on any contraceptives and I didn’t put on a condom. She got pregnant and had to get an abortion.”
“Whoa. I bet you were afraid, huh?”
“I was scared silly.” He chuckled before telling me, “I learned from that mistake though. I’ve been wearing a condom every time I have sex ever since then. What about you? Were you always open with your sexuality or did you have to fool around with some girls?”
“I’ve been out for a good while now and no, I’ve never done anything with a woman except share skincare tips and paint her toenails.”
“I bet you held on to your virginity longer than I did.”
“You said you were fourteen, right?”
“Yeah.”
“I was seventeen when I lost mine. My first time was with a basketball player at my high school. His name was Isaiah Hudson and I still hate him to this day.”
“Why?”
“Because we would talk and hang out all the time before I gave him my virginity. Right after the sex, he started ignoring me. He did hit me up one more time but it was for more sex and when I told him no, he cussed me out. Ken, I felt so used. I hate that feeling.”
“I’m sorry that happened to you. No one deserves that kinda treatment.” He moved closer to me and gently rubbed my back. “I wouldn’t do anything like that to you, bruv. I admit, I do my share of hooking up but when I meet someone I really like, I do like doing the boyfriend thing.”
I giggled and asked, “Boyfriend thing?”
“You know, going out on dates and spending time with each other. Wearing matching clothes.”
“Matching clothes? You’ve done that before?”
“Yeah. Julian, I’ve been someone’s boyfriend before. I know what to do in a relationship. Hell, all of my relationships have ended on good terms and the breakups were over scheduling conflicts or me not having enough time. I am dedicated to finding someone special and devoting my time to him.”
“Don’t you mean him or her?”
He moved even closer to me and said, “No, I mean him.”
Before I could even take in a single breath, his lips were on mine. Surprising myself, I reacted by kissing him back. The kiss only lasted a few seconds but it was enough to make butterflies flutter in my stomach. He smiled the cutest smile and just stared into my eyes for the longest without saying anything. I smiled and finally broke the silence by asking, “Why did you kiss me?”
“Because I really like you. Why did you kiss me back?”
“I don’t know. I guess because…I really like you, too.”
“What are we gonna do about that? I’m going to be here for a few more days. I have an important decision to make and now it’s more complicated because I have a good feeling about you.”
“I’ve had a good feeling about you since we met yesterday. This is definitely a unique situation.”
He reached back to the table and picked up his drink. He took some sips from it and then asked me, “What are your plans for tomorrow?”
“I’m not sure yet. Why?”
“Because I want to spend as much time as I can with you, Julian.”
“Even though you know we’re most likely not going to have sex?”
“I don’t care about that. I don’t need to have sex with you to know that I wanna spend more time with you.”
“But aren’t you worried that we’re moving way too fast?”
“There’s no such thing as moving too fast when it comes to stuff like this. If I know what I want and you know what you want, what’s the problem with acknowledging it and doing something about it? I know you’ve been with some shitty blokes but that’s not who I am. And I’m going to prove it to you. I’ll spend my last few days in America—for the time being—proving that to you.”
“And what happens if you decide you don’t want to play for the Miami soccer team? You’re just going to go back to London and pretend as if you never met me?”
“I’m a man of my word, Julian. I’m dedicated to seeing where this goes with you.”
“I am, too. Okay, I’m in. We have a few days to see where this could go. If by the time you’re ready to leave and we’re both not convinced this is worth it, then we can walk away from it without any hard feelings.” I extended my hand to him and asked, “Deal?”
He shook my hand and replied, “Deal.”
After drinking and talking and listening to Janet Jackson music for nearly two hours, he got an Uber to come pick him up and take him back to his hotel. I wasn’t sure how the next few days were going to go, but I did notice how much I was opening up to him. I felt like I could trust him. While in bed later that night, I texted back and forth with him. All I could do was hope that I was doing the right thing and that he wasn’t playing me.
[Disclaimer]: Pictures used do not reflect the sexuality or personality of people in the pictures. They only serve as visual examples of the characters.
© D.A. Morrison 2017