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           Stress had been eating away at me the entire workday and I just wanted to leave the office; however, I couldn’t because my department had to meet an impossible deadline. I would’ve given anything for a drink and a massage that night. Instead, I was most likely going to go home to my nagging fiancée, Erica, and her annoying miniature poodle, Holly. As the clock got closer to striking midnight, my team got their shit together and we made enough progress to call it a night. I admit, I wasn’t as relieved as I should’ve been because I was horny and I knew Erica would fuss about me coming in so late instead of giving me some pussy. I had no idea I’d end up finding another way to relieve my stress that night.

           “That’s the end of it,” I said to my subordinates. “We have met this quarter’s fiscal deadline. Congratulations.”

           “I’m out this bitch,” Leon, my right-hand, called out before strolling over to the elevators.

           I laughed and told everyone else, “Goodnight.”

           While they all headed to the elevator, I felt the sudden urge to take a piss. So, I headed to the men’s room to handle that. I halfway expected someone to walk in—which always seemed to make my dick hard—but no one ever did. I finished pissing and washed my hands before snapping a pic of myself with my phone to prove to Erica that I actually was at work late. She was always accusing me of seeing some other woman when in reality, I was more likely to cheat on her with another man. Bisexuality remained the ultimate test I had yet to conquer.

                                        Me (Cameron Clark)

           I was in the middle of shutting everything down for the night when I heard a noise from the supply closet near my office. I stepped inside to see one of my subordinates, Antoine Ivory, was in there organizing some supplies. Out of my team of fifteen, Antoine was the one who gave me the least amount of bullshit every day. He did what he had to do and never complained about anything. I could always depend on him; and to a somewhat equal extent, Leon to help us advance through the workday. Beyond his dependability, he was sexy as fuck.

           “Mr. Ivory,” I said, startling him a little. “You do know everyone else has gone home, right?”

                                             Antoine Ivory

           He looked at me and replied, “I know you have to come in here and check all of this stuff before you can leave and I just wanted to help out. You seem a little more…stressed than normal.”

The “Instagram Relationship” Gay…..He’s in a relationship in which they both are cheating on each other, but thier pics on IG be on FLEEK

The “Call-Center” Gay….. He works at a call center that he refers to as his “Office” and is always taking a picture with a head set on

The “Educated” Gay….. He has a degree… YAY! Who doesn’t?! …But he will let you know time and time again that he has one, or more

The “Forever 21” gay…..He will spend his entire check at H&M and Forever 21. And will walk in the club like he got on Tom Ford

The “Social Media Only” Gay….He tweets you all day long, and always write on your Facebook post, but act like he don’t know you in person

The “Church” Gay…..He goes to Church Monday-Sunday but still finds time to have orgys and shit! Super saved but super freaky

The “Confusing” gay….He’s on Jackd and Grinder ass Naked, but his Bio says he is Looking for love, and not looking for hook ups

The “Facebook” Gay….He’s your friend on Facebook, but swears he’s ur friend in real life! You have NO idea who he is!

The “Nosey” Gay..He always knows the “tea” and is ALWAYS in somebody business! Clearly doesn’t have a job, and has too much time on his hand

The “Observant” Gay , NOT to be confused with the Nosey gay…..He can go to a party and notice EVERYTHING that went on in the entire room

The “Facetune” Gay…. His IG pics get 1000 likes and He looks so good….ONLINE….In person, his face looks like a 1000 Grand Candy Bar

The “I Didn’t Say That” Gay…..He always says something problematic, but when confronted he suddenly has amnesia

The “Anti-Social” Gay….He is always standing by the FRONT door at the club, looking people up and down! He should’ve stay at HOME

The “Same Pants” Gay…. He has 1 pair of Jeans, but his Shirts be hella cute! Only the Observant Gay notice he only has 1 pair

The “I Didn’t See You” Gay…. He see you when you come in the club, but he aint gonna speak first…His excuse is ALWAYS “I didnt see you”

The “Big Girl” Gay …. He is overweight , but that doesn’t stop him from CHEWING MEAT! …Dick sucking EXPERT

The “Make Up Wearing” Gay… Please allow them an extra 2 hours to get ready for the club….They Face be beat to the GAWDS!

The “Retail” Gay …. He works in retail, He dress nice….But only because he get discounts..He be stingy with his benefits

The “Trade in Pics” Gay…. He looks like the most masculine person in the world, ONLINE….But in person his is FISHY BOOTZ

The “BFFs” Gay….. Its 2 or more of them….They share everything! Clothes! Cars! Blow Up Beds, and NIGGAS! But they fight for each other

The “Opportunist” Gay… He hits you up, wanting to hang out, but has no car or bus fare, and wants you to pick him up.

The “Down In The DM” Gay… He wont speak to you at the club, but when you make it home, he in your inbox saying how nice you looked 

The “College” Gay.. You only see him at the club during Holiday Breaks….But he still manage to sleep with 10 people then go back to school

The “I’m Important” Gay…. He begs to be in someones V.I.P section just to post a pic saying he was in V.I.P

The “RHOA” Gay …. He swears he is Nene, or Porsha, or Phaedra or SOMEBODY…He quotes them ALL DAY LONG! ….usually a Big Girl

The “Political Correct” Gay…He wants to challenge all your facebook status and tweets…You always have to block him

The “DIY” Gay…. He creates ALL his clothes! He will cut some pants up so quick! And add a few sprinkles of bleach! His outfit be LIT!

The “DL” Gay…. He be at the club every Friday, and yall got 600 mutual friends on Facebook…But his status says He loves “Bad Bitches" 

The “Reading” Gay…. This gay will Read the EYES off you! Don’t ever come for this gay unless they send for you

The “I Know Him” Gay…. Don’t ever tell this gay about a guy you like, because he always says “I know him” ..When he just follows him on IG

The “Not so Festive” Gay … He wears red to an all white party, street clothes to a costume party…He just isn’t festive at all

The “Bisexual” Gay …..He aint never seen pussy a day in his life! And he suck more dick than a lil bit! But to each its own

The “Meme Using” Gay…. Having a text convo with this gay is like playing pictionary! He don’t use words at all! Only Memes and emojis

The “Moving to ATL” Gay…. This gay thinks moving to ATL is going to make his life 10x better..

The “That’s Bae” Gay…He says everyone is his bae! He suffers from Greedy Butch Queen syndrome! You’re single because he claims everyone

The “Interpretation Needed” Gay… He’s always texting you long paragraphs full of tea, but full of typos..You have to tell him to just call

The “Flight Attendant” Gay…. He finally got the job at Delta and can travel for FREE….He loves to down talk people who don’t travel

 The “Self Hating” Gay…. This gay tries his best to PROVE to the world he is not like “Other” gays…But his body count begs to differ

           If there was one thing that annoyed the crap out of me it was a straight boy who gave off mixed vibes. That boy was named Jabari Harris and I’d simply become fed up with his games. When he wasn’t making fun of me along with all the other basketball players, he was smacking my ass or humping me when no one was paying attention. He sat behind me in our calculus class and would always put his feet on the legs of my desk and cause it to shake. And with me being on the cheerleading team, me and the other two guy cheerleaders had to deal with him and his annoying teammates whenever the basketball team had an away game. Sometimes I wondered was he just being an asshole or was he truly confused about the way he really felt about me.

           So one cold December day at school, I was in the library during lunch break when Jabari came out of nowhere and snatched my phone from my hand. I was in the middle of texting one of my friends so the phone was unlocked. I chased him through the rows of books until we got to the stairs that led to the ground floor of the library. He kept running and I followed. When he dashed into the boys’ bathroom, I followed him inside and almost grabbed him but he escaped my grasp and went into a stall. He locked the door and started laughing.

           “Damnit Jabari,” I said while banging on the stall door. “Give me my phone back.”

           “One second,” he replied, still laughing. I heard a few beeps before he unlocked the stall door and stepped back out. “Here.”

           I snatched my phone out of his hand and snapped at him, “You play too fucking much! I can’t stand you!”

           “Chill out. I was just playin’ around, El.”

           “No, fuck that. Why do you keep messing with me?”

           “Because it’s fun.”

                                                 Me (Elliott)

           “I wish you would leave me alone.”

           “Yeah right. You know you like it that I fuck with you every day. I know you be thinkin’ about me.”

           “No I do not.”

           “Mmm hmm. Sure.” He licked his lips and looked me up and down. “You gonna let me look at your test in math class today?”

           “No.”

           “Come on, Elliott. Please. I need to pass that test.”

           “I don’t care. Maybe if you and your teammates weren’t always picking on me.”

           “They pick on you, I don’t.”

           “Yes you do. You pick on me when you’re in front of them.”

           “Well I’m sorry about that. You forgive me?”

           “No.” I folded my arms.

           “You mad at me for real?” I didn’t answer him and he took a step towards me. “El, you mad at me?”

           “Yes. Why do you keep doing dumb shit to me every day?”

           “I don’t know. I guess because…” He paused and looked around for a second. “Look, just don’t be mad at me. I’m sorry if I get too carried away sometimes. I don’t mean to hurt you.”

           “I still don’t understand why you do it.”

           “I’ll tell you later. Do you got cheerleading practice today?”

           “No.”

           “Can you stay after school today anyway?”

           “Why?”

           “Just do it.”

           “If I stay after school then I’ll miss the four-thirty bus home. There won’t be another until six.”

           “I’ll give you a ride home. Just wait on me in the front lobby.”

           “I don’t know, Jabari. I mean how…” I was cut off by him stepping even closer to me; so close that the front of our bodies touched. For a split second I thought he was going to kiss me.

           “Just trust me, a’ight?”

           “Whatever.”

           “So you’ll stay after school?”

           “Yes.”

           “Cool. That’s wassup.” He smiled and backed away from me just as the bell for fifth period started to ring. “Later.” He hurried out of the bathroom, leaving me standing there wondering what the hell had just happened.

           As I went to the rest of my classes for that day, I tried to figure out what Jabari was up to. He’d been annoying me since the beginning of that school year but he’d never apologized for it. And the way he looked at me was different. It was as if he really did want to kiss me in that bathroom. I can’t lie, he was a cute and sexy boy. Shit, he was the sexiest boy in the eleventh grade. But I was convinced that he wasn’t interested in me like that. Jabari had almost every girl in school fighting over him. He was popular and basically lived in a completely different world than me.

           After school, I sat in the front lobby of the building and waited for him like he’d asked me to. But when he didn’t show up after half an hour, I stood up and headed towards the exit. Just as I was about to leave the school building, I got a text message. I opened it to see it was a pic message of Jabari. He was in the library bathroom shirtless cradling a basketball. The caption under the pic said, “Come find me.” I didn’t know if he was serious or not but my curiosity had me willing to take the risk. I made my way to the empty and dark library and then entered the bathroom. I didn’t see him so I was about to leave.

                                                  Jabari Harris

           “Is that you, El?” called out that deep voice from one of the stalls.

           “Yes. So you took my phone earlier so you could text yourself from it to get my number? What is this about, Jabari?”

           “Come over to the last stall.”

           “I don’t have time for games.”

           “I ain’t playin’ games. Come here.”

           Reluctantly, I dropped my backpack and jacket by the door. I stepped over to the last stall and nearly fainted when I saw him standing there with a very noticeable hard-on in his basketball shorts. He was slightly sweaty and his nervousness was just as apparent as mine. The basketball he’d been cradling in the photo was on the floor by the toilet. Before I could wrap my mind around what the hell was going on, he grabbed my arm and pulled me into the stall. He closed and locked the door and then pressed me up against the wall with his body. Without saying a word to me, he pressed his lips against mine. It was the first time I’d ever been kissed.

           I placed my hands on his chest and tried to push him off but he fought with me and won. He was way stronger than me and…it turned me on. Even though I was still subtly trying to fight him, I was so horny by that point. I began to kiss him back and that’s when he pushed into me, making the hard dick in his shorts poke my navel. The whole situation seemed so unreal to me. It felt like I was dreaming, so I pinched myself to make sure I wasn’t.

           “I’ve been wantin’ to do that for a minute,” he finally said after taking a break from my lips. “Can I trust you, Elliott?”

           “Yes,” I answered swiftly. “I won’t tell anybody.”

           “That’s wassup. Touch on me, baby.”

           I touched his sexy body and he wrapped his arms around me. He sucked on my neck and I kissed on his. When I felt his hands grab my ass and squeeze on it, I damn near melted. His hands slipped into the back of my pants and briefs and he caressed my bare ass. He slid his finger down my crack and tickled my hole. His dick seemed to get harder and harder. I could feel it pulsating as it continued to press on my navel. He removed his hands from the back of my pants and sniffed his finger.

           “Mmm, your ass smells so good,” he said before tasting his middle finger. “Just like I thought it would. You a virgin?”

           I looked down in shame before answering, “Yeah.”

           “Ain’t nothin’ wrong with that, baby. That’ll make it even more special.”

           “Hold up, you want to have sex with me? Jabari, I’m not ready for all that. I like you and everything but…”

           He chuckled and put his finger up to my lips to shush me and explained, “I don’t wanna fuck you right here and now. I’m talkin’ about when you’re ready.”

           “Oh okay.”

           “You ain’t talkin’ to no other niggas, are you?”

           “No.”

           “Good. Once you give it to me, its mine.” He kissed me a few more times. “Turn around and let me see it. I know you got a plump booty. Wearin’ them short shorts back when it was hot outside. Do you know how hard I get when I think about you wearin’ shorts? Turn that ass around and let me see it.”

           I turned around and he quickly reached around me from behind and unbuttoned my pants. He pulled them down along with my briefs. First, he rubbed his covered hard dick in between my butt cheeks. Then he humped me for a little while. After a couple of minutes of humping me, he got down on his knees and began to rub his nose and lips up and down the crack of my ass. That alone was brining me so much pleasure that my nipples became hard, and so did my dick. The moment his tongue began to circle my asshole, goose bumps formed all over my body and I felt like I would topple over. I grabbed the toilet paper dispenser for balance as he began to lick and suck on my asshole.

           “Damn,” he said in between licks. “You keep this booty nice and clean, El. I love the flavor of it, baby. The scent and the taste got me goin’ crazy right now, boo.”

           Hearing him call me boo was just as pleasing as his tongue licking deep inside my ass. I bent forward and he shoved his tongue even deeper inside. I was getting so wet by his licks that my ass was making loud squishy noises every time he sucked on my hole. I’d jacked off before and I’d played with my asshole plenty of times but I’d never experienced the amount of pleasure that I was experiencing in that bathroom stall.

           “Take your shoes off,” he instructed me. “And take off your pants and drawls.” I did as he told me to. “Now put one foot up on the toilet and bend over more.”

           I closed the toilet lid and placed my foot on top of it. I bent over again and he shoved his face in between my butt cheeks again. He parted them and shoved his tongue deep into my ass. That was when I started to shake. It felt so damn good that I could barely keep my composure anymore. I was moaning out loud and losing my breath as if someone had been chasing me throughout the school. My dick was so hard and throbbing by that point that I had to grab it and caress it. While I started to jack myself off, he slid the tip of his thumb into my tight asshole. It felt so good that I backed up on his whole thumb and squeezed on it with my anal muscles.

           “You like that baby?” he asked me.

           “Yes,” I replied with a moan.

           “Damn, I wanna get up in that ass so bad. I can wait but you done made it so hard now. Damn!” He smacked my ass with his other hand while his thumb was still inside me. “You wanna suck my dick?”

           “Yeah.”

           “Get on them knees then.” He carefully removed his thumb from my asshole and stood up. “I’ma teach you how to suck eight inches of dick.”

           I turned around to face him and he maneuvered around me so that my back was now to the stall door. I kneeled down in front of him and he immediately grabbed the back of my head and pushed my face into his crotch. His dick had leaked a lot of precum so the front of his shorts were stained by it. With one hand on the back of my head, he pulled his shorts and boxer briefs down to his ankles with the other. My mouth watered at the sight of his beautiful dick. I’d seen quite a few dicks from the porn videos I often watched late at night in my room, but I’d never seen a dick as pretty as his. It was the exact same tone as the rest of his body, except the head was a light pink color. Like me, he was circumcised.

           “Kiss the head,” he instructed. I kissed the head and he moaned. “Yeah, now lick it. Lick that dick, baby.”

           I licked his dick repeatedly and tasted it. It was unlike anything I’d ever tasted before. He grabbed it and softly patted my lips with it a few times. He rubbed it on my nose and then my lips before making me lick on it again. While he was teasing me, I had my left hand in between my legs all the way under my balls playing with my wet asshole. He had me imagining what it would be like to get fucked by him. After bending over and kissing me for a little while, he prepared me for the next step.

           “Suck on it like you would suck on a lollipop,” he told me. “Just don’t bite it. And go slow so your teeth don’t hit it.”

           I opened my mouth and let his dick enter it. I did exactly as he said and it must have worked because he started moaning. He didn’t push or anything, he just stood there and let me get suck on the head and some of the shaft. I wanted to try deep throating him because my friends said that’s the greatest feeling, but I was too afraid of possibly throwing up on him. Instead, I softly caressed his balls as I sucked on his dick. My drool rolled down his dick and dripped to the floor. Every time I looked up at him, he’d look directly down into my eyes. It was the sexiest thing ever.

           “Lick my balls,” he commanded.

           He pulled his dick out of my mouth and held it up as I began to kiss and lick his balls. They had a natural scent to them, not too musky but definitely a sexy natural scent. His moans got louder as I sucked on them. Unlike me, he didn’t shave his pubic hair so I had to occasionally pull a small strand or two from the tip of my tongue but it didn’t bother me. I was about to start sucking on his dick again but he pulled me up. He shoved his tongue into my mouth and that was how I got my first French kiss. I’d talked about French kissing with my friends so I knew what to expect. It was so freaky and intimate at the same time.

           “I wanna taste that ass again before I nut,” he told me.

           I turned around and bent over, placing my right hand on the stall door to keep my balance. He sat down on the toilet and began eating me out again while he jacked himself off. I licked my left hand before wrapping it around my own dick and jacking off. As soon as he began shoving his middle finger in and out of my hole, I felt this warming sensation come over my entire body. He slid his middle finger deep into me and held it and that’s when I lost control. I hit the most intense orgasm I’d ever experienced in my life. My cum shot out quick onto the stall door. I’d never shot so hard and far before. Usually it just rolled out whenever I masturbated.

           “Ah fuck,” he called out. “Ooh Elliott, I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna cum, baby.”

           He kept his middle finger deep inside me as he reached his orgasm. I could feel him convulsing. I looked back to see his dick shooting out big shots of cum onto his sweaty abs. He stopped jacking off and held his dick as the last remnants of cum rolled out. Finally, he removed his finger from my ass and licked it.  He then picked my briefs up off the floor, sniffed them, and stuffed them into his shorts pocket. He was so damn freaky and nasty, and it made me want to be freakier. After our bodies calmed down, we looked at each other and shared a laugh. He then stood to his feet and kissed me.

           “That was even better than I hoped it would be,” he admitted. “That shit felt amazin’.”

           “Who are you telling?” I asked with a laugh. “Boy, you made me cum so hard.”

           “Still think I’m playin’?”

           “Oh no, I know you ain’t playing now.”

           We got cleaned up and then carefully left the library bathroom. I walked with him back to the gym so that he could get his stuff and then we left the school building together. We got into his Honda Civic and made out for a while before he drove me home. After making plans to hookup again—next time in his car—I climbed out and ran into my house. I wasn’t sure if Jabari was going to be my first boyfriend or if we’d have a sex-only relationship, but I was prepared for anything. I may have technically still been a virgin but I was ready to hand in my v-card after that experience. And to think, I thought for sure that he was straight. It felt good knowing that I would be the only student who knew he wasn’t straight. And I knew as long as I kept that between me and him, I could have all the intense orgasms that I wanted.

[Disclaimer]: Pictures used do not reflect the sexuality or personality of people in the pictures. They only serve as visual examples of the characters.

           The day that I walked in on my stepbrother Darrius jacking off was a day I’d never forget. I couldn’t erase the image out of my mind and while I felt embarrassed about the whole situation, I also found myself attracted to him. I’d been curious since age fifteen but never acted on it, mainly because I had a stronger attraction to girls than I did other guys. When I saw Darrius on his bed with his boxers around his ankles and his hard dick in his hand, I got turned on instantly. A part of me wanted to join and explore with him. I had never thought of him in that way before that day. I was so confused but not too ashamed. It’s not like I could control what turned me on and what didn’t.

           “I don’t want any trouble out of you boys,” my mama said to me and Darrius. Her and my stepdad were about to go out of town for a business function for my stepdad’s job. “Do you hear me?”

           “Yes ma’am,” me and Darrius responded in unison.

           “And no parties, Darrius,” said Darnell, my stepdad.

           “Why you callin’ me out, dad?”

           “Because I know you. I swear if we come back and this house is turned upside-down, there’s gonna be some serious repercussions.” He balled up his fist. “You ain’t strong enough to take me out yet, so remember that. I got my eye on you even when I’m not around, boy.”

           “Yes, sir.”

           “Make sure he stays out of trouble, Justin.”

           I laughed and replied, “Yes, sir.”

           “Here’s some money for food.” He pulled some money out of his pocket and handed it to me. He always treated me better than he treated Darrius. “Don’t spend it all in one day. It’s gotta last y’all through Sunday.”

           “I think they got it, honey,” my mama said to him. “We need to get going.”

           “Remember what I said, Darrius. I got my eye on you, boy.” He gave Darrius one last look before heading out of the house with my mama.

           “Have fun,” I said to them as I stood in the doorway watching them go to the car. I then stepped back inside and closed the door.

                                            Me (Justin)

           “Have fun,” Darrius mocked. “You’re such a baby around them.”

           “It’s called putting on an act,” I explained. “Something you obviously know nothing about.”

           “Whatever.” He pulled out his phone and hopped off the sofa. “I’m goin’ up to my room to play some 2K15.”

           He ran upstairs and I sat down on the sofa where he’d been sitting. It was still warm from his body heat. The thought of that was making my dick hard for some reason. I tried to focus on the TV but something kept telling me to go upstairs to see what he was really up to in his room. After I walked in on him that day, it seemed like he didn’t care. He never brought it up and I damn sure wasn’t going to bring it up. I debated it in my head for a little while before getting up and going upstairs. When I got up there, I noticed that his door was cracked open a little. I stared through the opening and saw him sitting on the edge of his bed playing on his PlayStation 4. He had taken his shirt off and had put on some socks. Not wanting to get caught, I backed away and walked across the hall to my room.

           In my room, I took some selfies and posted them to my Instagram. It was a cloudy and rainy Friday afternoon so nobody was out doing anything. All of my friends were at home because there was no basketball game scheduled for that week. I needed to take my mind off of my stepbrother so I grabbed my iPhone Touch and my headphones and listened to some music while lying on my bed. That didn’t seem to help because every now and then I’d think about Darrius and my dick would get hard. Eventually, I drifted off to sleep.

           I don’t know how long I was asleep but when I woke up and took off my headphones, I immediately heard the sound of a woman moaning. I leaped out of bed and hurried out of my room. The moaning was coming from Darrius’s room. His door was still cracked open so I peeked inside and saw that he was looking at something on his laptop. He was watching porn and rubbing on the bulge in his sweatpants. Seeing him like that drove my horniness into overdrive. I slid my hand into my shorts and gripped my dick as it grew harder and harder by the second. Why was he watching porn without his headphones plugged in? And why was he doing it without his door closed? I still didn’t want to get caught watching him so I started to back away, and that’s where I fucked up. The floor creaked and he looked up and noticed me through the small opening in the door.

                                                Darrius

           “Justin,” he called out. “What are you doin’?”

           “I’m going to the bathroom,” I lied.

           “Nah, come here.”

           “What?”

           “Nigga, I said come here.”

           Reluctantly, I pushed his door open and stepped into his room. I had my hand covering my bulge but I knew he could tell I was just as hard as he was. I looked at him and said, “I’m sorry, man. I ain’t mean to look in here like that. I was just trying to see what that loud noise was.”

           “Man, stop with the bullshit. I know you be lookin’ at me when I beat my meat.”

           “No I don’t. I only walked in on you that one time.”

           “And you like it, didn’t you?”

           “Nah, I don’t feel any type away about it.”

           “Bruh, I said stop with the bullshit. I ain’t gonna get mad if you tell me the truth.” He stopped the video on his laptop and moved his laptop to the nightstand beside the bed. “Be real with me, bruh.”

           “Alright, I did like it. But I don’t know why. I have never thought about you like that until that day. You’re like my brother so this shit is all kinds of fucked up.”

           “But we ain’t brothers.” He stood up from his bed and his dick was so hard that it tented his sweatpants.

           “True, but our parents are married.”

           “And?”

           “We kinda related because of it.”

           “No we ain’t.” He stood directly in front of me. “But I think we just found somethin’ to bond over.” He grabbed my bulge.

           “Man, what the fuck…”

           “Shh. Ain’t nobody gotta know, J. This will be between me and you.”

           “But if our parents find out, we’re gonna get…”

           “They won’t find out. Nigga, we both eighteen. We can do what the fuck we want. Now grab mine.”

           “What?”

           “Grab my dick, bruh.” He grabbed my hand and placed it on the bulge in his sweatpants. “Yeah, feel on that shit.”

           I couldn’t believe I was feeling on my stepbrother’s dick and he was feeling on mine. His dick was definitely bigger than my eight inches. I almost felt sorry for the girls he’d fucked with that thing because I know he probably had them sore. The most I’d ever done with a girl was eat her pussy while she sucked my dick. I’d never fucked before. And now there I was, getting felt up by my stepbrother.

           “I be thinkin’ about you, too,” he admitted. “I see them pics you be puttin’ up on your Instagram. You don’t be wearin’ draws under your shorts, do you?”

           “Sometimes I do and sometimes I don’t.”

           “Freaky ass nigga.” He laughed. He then reached around and began to feel on my ass. “Damn, that ass phat. You ever play with yourself?”

           “You mean with my ass?”

           “Yeah.”

           “Nah, I ain’t never played with me ass. I jackoff though.”

           “We all jackoff.” He pulled away from me. “Let’s get out these clothes.”

           “For what?”

           “So we can beat our shit together. I know you want to.”

           “I don’t know.”

           “Bruh, nobody will find out. Help me get his nut.”

           “Okay but I ain’t gonna kiss you.”

           “Ugh, I don’t want you to kiss me. I only kiss girls, nigga. Now take that shit off.”

           He pulled my shirt up and I pulled it off. I watched him as he pulled down his sweatpants and boxers down to his ankles. His big dick had precum dripping from it. Like me, he was circumcised. The only differences between my dick and his were his was about two inches bigger and my dick curved to the right while his had no curves. He pulled his sweatpants and boxers off along with his socks. I pulled my shorts down to my ankles and revealed that I wasn’t wearing underwear. His eyes lit up when he saw my hard dick unrestricted from clothing. I pulled my shorts all the way off and was about to climb onto his bed but he stopped me.

           “Take them socks off, too, nigga. I wanna see them feet.”

           I pulled my socks off and then we climbed onto his bed. I sat with my back against his headboard and he was on his knees in front of me. He spit on his left hand and started jacking off with it. I did the same with my right hand. We looked into each other’s eyes as we jacked off together. The whole thing seemed so surreal to me but I was too far gone by that point. I wanted to bust a nut and watch him bust one. My mouth watered at the thought of tasting his dick but I knew neither one of us were ready to try something like that.

           “Play with my nipples,” he instructed me.

           “Why?”

           “Just do it, bruh.”

           I used my left hand to play pinch and play with his right nipple. Every now and then I’d spit on my hand to keep my dick lubricated while jacking off and he did the same. He used his free hand to cup his hairy balls for a while. Then he used it to start playing near my ass. I tensed up because I didn’t know what he was trying to do.

           “Yo, what are you doing?” I asked.

           “Spread your legs a little,” he demanded.

           “Why?”

           “I ain’t gonna finger you. I just wanna see what your asshole looks like.”

           “Nah man. I’m good.”

           “Nigga, stop bein’ scary.”

           “I ain’t scary.”

           “Then let me see this butthole.”

           Reluctantly, I spread my legs. He rubbed his finger on my asshole but kept his word not to finger me. I’d never played with my ass before so the sensation was new to me. He seemed to get hornier as he rubbed my virgin asshole. For the first time, I began to get curious about how it would feel to get fingered. My asshole seemed to have a mind of its own, tightening and loosening with each unpredictable spasm. My curiosity got the best of me and I found myself wanting to go further.

           “Finger me,” I told him.

           “What?” he asked, not believing what I’d requested of him.

           “Wet the tip of your finger and slide it in. But be gentle with it.”

           “You sure?”

           “Yeah. Do it before I change my mind.”

           He licked on his middle finger and got it wet before pressing it up against my tight asshole. I spread my legs even further and took a few deep breaths before relaxing my asshole. The tip of his finger started to go it and I stopped jacking off, letting my hard dick stand up on its own. I thought it would be more painful the more his finger slid in but it didn’t hurt. It felt good. He stopped jacking off with his left hand and I stopped playing with his nipples. Instead, I spit on my hand and started jacking him off. My untouched dick was leaking precum down onto my abs.

           “Yeah, jack my dick bruh,” he moaned. “Fuck.”

           “You like that?” I asked.

           “Hell yeah. Keep doin’ that shit.”

           “Slide your finger all the way in me.” He pushed his whole middle finger inside my ass and started moving it around in there. It felt so good and made more precum drip from my dick. “Ah fuck, that shit feels so good.”

           “You so damn tight. I bet you’re gonna play with that ass now after this, huh?”

           “Probably.”

           “Keep jackin’ my dick. You gone make me bust.”

           I jacked him off faster and faster. He spit on his free hand and started jacking me off while keeping the middle finger of his other hand deep in my ass. I could feel an orgasm building up in me and I knew it was gonna be a big one. And I knew he was about to cum because his moans got heavier and louder. I played with his nipples again and that’s when he lost it.

           “Fuck,” he called out. “I’m gonna cum! Oh shit, Justin! Ah nigga!”

           He broke out into convulsions and his dick shot out four quick splashes of cum onto my stomach and chest. I continued to jack him off and he continued to jack me off. Eventually, he had to stop me because his dick head was too sensitive. He began to jack me off harder and faster while also fingering me and I felt my orgasm coming.

           “Ooh, D,” I called out. “Oh fuck, I’m about to nut!”

           I let out a loud moan as I hit my orgasm. My asshole tightened around his finger so much that he couldn’t move it anymore. My dick squirted out cum so quick that I didn’t even see the first few shots. One shot hit me my right eye and I had to close it. My body was out of control, jolting back and forth. After the last few ounces of cum rolled out of my dick, he stopped jacking me off. Carefully, he removed his finger from my ass. He sniffed it and then sucked on it which made me horny all over again.

           “Yo ass taste good, nigga,” he admitted. “Mmm. Better than any pussy I’ve ever tasted. I should’ve ate it before I fingered you.”

           “You nasty as fuck,” I told him while still trying to catch my breath. “Can’t believe we just did that shit.”

           “Felt good as fuck though.”

           “True.”

           “When are we gonna do it again?”

           “I don’t know. I guess it depends on whenever we both need to catch a good nut.”

           “Shit, you can come in here in the mornin’ and jackoff with me then because I have a boner every time I wake up.”

           “Me too.” We shared a laugh. “You wanna jackoff even when our parents are home, too?”

           “Hell yeah, the thought of gettin’ caught makes my dick hard. And we can jackoff in your car or my car late at night. That way we can make noise.”

           “You are a trip.” I sat up and moved away from him. “I need to get cleaned up.”

           “Let’s take a shower then.”

           “You mean…together?”

           “Yeah.”

           “Cool.”

           We left his room and went down the hall to the bathroom. We climbed into the shower together and cleaned each other’s bodies. And then we pressed our foreheads together and jacked off together again. After a simultaneous nut together, we cleaned off again and then got out. It was undeniable at that point, we’d formed a special bond. I knew I’d continue to fool around with girls and I knew he would as well, but together we’d always share that bond. There was no telling how far we’d go with it but I knew eventually we would go farther. It took us six years—the amount of times our parents had been married—to find something to bond over and we’d finally found 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.

          Me and Tyrell grew up together because our mom’s had known each other since they were kids. His mama was like my aunt and my mama was like his aunt, so we called each other cousin even though we weren’t related by blood or even by marriage. By the time we got to high school, we’d stopped hanging out with each other because I’m gay and he was hanging out with the wannabe tough boys. But every time he was at my house, he wanted to lay in my bed with me and watch TV. He even liked to cuddle on cold days. Nothing was really sexual between us because he was straight and we did have a close cousin bond.

          So one weekend our moms went out of town to Atlantic City and Tyrell’s mama made him stay at my house so he wouldn’t get into any trouble with his friends. She told me to call her if he tried to go back to their neighborhood or if any of his friends came over. He texted and talked on the phone to his friends but they never came over. And when my female friends would come over, he’d hit on them mercilessly. Sunday morning rolled around and our moms were heading back, so I felt a little relieved that nothing bad had happened. I felt that relief a little too soon because things got crazy that Sunday morning. It all started when I smelled weed in the living room.

          “Boy, I know you’re not smoking that shit in here,” I called out as I made my way up the hallway. “Tyrell, you’re gonna get us both in trouble. Take that shit outside!”

          “I ain’t goin’ out there,” he snapped at me. “Calm yo gay nerdy ass down, Jeremy.”

          “My mama and your mama will be home soon and if they catch you…”

          “You worry too damn much.”

          “Take it outside, Tyrell!”

          “I ain’t gonna freeze my dick off out there. Fuck that!”

          I stepped over to the sofa and tried to grab the joint but he kept it away from me. “Give it to me, Ty. I’m not playing with you.”

          “Leave me alone, Jeremy. Damn!”

          “Nope. Not in my mama’s house.” I grabbed his hand but he leaned back, making me fall on top of him on the sofa. We wrestled for a little while and then I grabbed his crotch and squeezed it, causing him to let go of the joint. I hopped up and ran over to the side door, opened it, and tossed the joint out into the snow.

           It was a little after one a.m. and I was up late finishing a paper for my philosophy class. I felt so relieved and accomplished when I finished the eight page paper. Normally I’d write a paper over the course of a few days so I wouldn’t be overwhelmed but I’d been super busy that week and couldn’t do the paper until the night before it was due. So after finishing the paper and printing it out, I stepped out of my room and up the hall to the bathroom to pee. I was leaving the bathroom when I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. I had on my orange Cypress University hoodie and my favorite pair of purple boxer briefs, the ones that made my booty look nice. I took my iPhone from my hoodie pocket and snapped a quick selfie. I posted it to my Instagram and before I could even make it back to my bedroom, I got a message notification from my Kik app. I opened the app to see it was a message from Eddie Brooks, a dude from the school’s track and field team.

           I’d had my suspicions about some of the athletes from school but Eddie was nowhere on my gaydar. I was completely shocked. And he must’ve already been looking at my Instagram to notice my recent selfie post. I knew I was doing the right thing by putting my Kik name in my Instagram bio. The angel in me wanted to just ignore him because he was probably playing games, but the ho in me wanted to go over there and see what was good with that dick. I had absolutely no Fleet anywhere in sight because I hadn’t had any dick in so long. Luckily, I’d taken a shower before starting on my paper that night so at least I wasn’t musty. I kept hoping that he’d only want some head as I put on a pair of sweatpants and my shoes. After popping a mint into my mouth, I grabbed my keys and left my room.

           “Where are you about to go, Sean?” my roommate and best friend Lisa asked me when I stepped into the living room.

           “My printer is out of ink,” I lied. “What are you doing up so late?”

           “I couldn’t get to sleep so I came in here to watch some TV. Which store are you going to?”

           “Um…probably Wal-Mart.” I crossed my fingers and prayed she didn’t want to tag along with me.

           “Bring me back some chocolate chip cookies.”

           “Okay, I got you.”

                                          Me (Sean Glover)

           Relieved, I left our apartment and hurried downstairs and out to the parking lot. I hopped into my Honda CR-V and let it warm up for a while before backing out of my space and speeding out of my apartment complex. I didn’t want Eddie to change his mind or end up falling asleep waiting on me, so I might’ve run a stop sign or two. As I got closer and closer to his place, I began to get nervous. I had confidence in my freak skills but I wanted to really freak him so he’d want more. Eddie Brooks was the type of guy you couldn’t just freak around with once.

           When I got to his place, I took a few deep breaths and then climbed out of my car. Cypress Suites were one of the few off-campus apartment complexes that most student athletes lived in. I made sure no one was around or watching as I headed into building A. His apartment was on the first floor and was the last apartment after turning the corner. I knocked very lightly on the door and he opened it immediately. He was wearing a Nike shirt that he’d cut into a sexy crop top and some gym shorts that showed off his thick dick print.

           “You gotta be quiet,” he told me as I stepped into the apartment. “My roommates are all here but they knocked out.”

           “Trust me,” I said with a smile on my face, “you’re gonna be the one making all the noise.”

           He smirked and led me down the hall and into his bedroom. He closed and locked the door before flopping down on his bed and telling me, “I ain’t gay so I don’t wanna fuck you or nothing like that.”

           “So what do you want me to do?”

           “I want you to do shit to me that the girls I’ve been with haven’t done. Get freaky with me.”

           I kicked my shoes off, climbed onto his bed and grabbed his crotch before saying, “I can do anything with this big dick?”

           “Anything you want with my body; as long as it ain’t me putting my dick in your ass or you putting anything in my ass, except your tongue.”

                                          Eddie Brooks

           That seemed to be all I needed to hear because my inner freak took over soon after him saying that. I licked my lips before planting my face in his crotch. His dick was already semi-hard in his shorts but as I rubbed my lips and nose over that beautiful print, he got harder than a brick. He smelled so fresh as if he’d just taken a shower and put on lotion. Instead of just whipping the dick out and getting to work, I decided to tease him first. I started by kissing and sucking on his sexy outie bellybutton. I licked my way up his abs to his chest and nipples. I circled each nipple with my tongue before sucking on them, causing him to let out a few soft moans. It wasn’t until I pushed up his right arm and began to lick his armpit that he tensed up.

           “Ah yeah,” he moaned. “Always wanted to have that licked. Keep going.”

           I pulled his shirt up and helped him take it off before I buried my face into his left armpit, taking in its scent and licking on it. As I made my way back to his chest and nipples, I grabbed his hard dick through his shorts and caressed it. I pretended like I was about to take his dick out but instead kissed my way down his thighs to his strong legs. He looked down at me as if he couldn’t take anymore teasing but I wasn’t ready to put my skills on that dick just yet. Instead, I turned my attention to his socked feet. I snatched his Nike socks off and massaged each foot before licking and sucking on his toes. He had the cleanest feet I’d ever seen. His feet were cleaner than mine. While I was sucking on his big toe, he must’ve really gotten turned on because he shoved his hand into his shorts and began to jack off.

           “You’ve never had your toes sucked?” I asked him.

           “Now what girl around here does that?” he asked, causing me to giggle. “It feel good though. You’re making me feel so good right now. Damn.”

           I spent a little more time kissing and licking on his big feet before I finally grabbed his shorts and underwear and pulled them down. He lifted his lower body and I pulled them off and dropped them on the floor. Now he was completely naked and I was still fully clothed. I could tell by the look on his face that he was expecting me to suck his dick but I had other plans. I bent down and licked his shaved balls, driving him wild. I sucked on both of them at the same time and then spent quite some time sucking on each one individually. His dick began to leak precum so I licked that up and then went back to licking on his balls. Slowly but surely, I worked my tongue lower and lower. I licked his shaved taint and the closer I got to his asshole, the more erratic his breathing became. When I finally got to his asshole, he lifted his legs for me.

           “Keep going,” he demanded. “Show me how nasty you can get.”

           I shoved my tongue deep into his tight hole and he lost it immediately. He bent his legs back more and I started eating him out with more intensity. Every time I rimmed him and then sucked on his hole, he’d shiver as if it were ice cold in the room. Goose bumps formed all over his skin and his toes would curl up tightly. I wanted to slide my finger in but I remembered him telling me I could only use my tongue. His moans were getting louder and louder every time I stabbed that tight pink hole with my tongue.

           When I motioned for him to turn over, he did it with ease. He arched his back and put his ass up high for me and my mouth watered at the sight of that firm and muscular track runner’s ass of his. I parted his cheeks and licked up from his taint all the way up the crack of that beautiful ass. I was in heaven as I buried my face in it. He’d shaved it and had it so clean and pretty. My dick was getting so hard and since I’m vers, I wanted to fuck him. I wanted to fuck him and I wanted him to fuck me. But I knew that wasn’t what he wanted.

           “Ooh,” he moaned. “Damn, you nasty as fuck. Eat that ass, nigga.”

           “Shh,” I called out. “You’re gonna wake up your roommates.”

           “I don’t give a fuck. Suck my dick from the back.”

           He put his dick in between his legs and it was leaking so much precum that a long string of it dripped down onto his sheets while still being attached to the head of his dick. I licked it up and then sucked his big dick from the back. He had to have at least nine inches of dick because it was long enough to be pushed back and sucked by me from behind. I sucked as much of it as I could while rubbing his pulsating hole with my thumb. I wasn’t going to stick it in but I wanted him to get curious about the possibility. His ass was nice and wet by that point so it wouldn’t have taken much to finger him.

           “You like that?” I asked him.

           “Hell yeah,” he moaned softly. “You keep doing that and you’re gonna make me cum hard. I ain’t never had my dick sucked from the back. Fuck!”

           “Turn your sexy ass back over.”

           He turned over on his back and that’s when I went to town on that big dick. Now that it was standing straight up, I got to see exactly how long it really was. I’d seen him in his track running suit before and I don’t remember seeing anything large like that. He must’ve known how to hide that monster. It was so pretty and had the same exact tone as the rest of his body, except the head was a shade or two lighter. I took it all in my mouth and throat and cupped his balls. He was really losing it by then. His moans were so loud that I was sure he’d wake up one or all of his roommates. And then he came.

           “Oh my God!” he shouted. “Ah fuck! I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna cum, baby!”

           I deep throated that dick one last time and held it while it pumped out a heavy load of thick cum. I swallowed it instantly and tasted its sweet flavor. That was the first time I’d ever let a dude cum in my mouth so I’d never tasted it before. My friends always said it tasted nasty but Eddie’s was good. I looked up at him to see still wasn’t over the orgasm. His chest and stomach heaved up and down, and his eyes were closed. His toes were still curled up. I licked the head and he jumped.

           “Don’t do that,” he said with a laugh. “I’m sensitive.”

           “Sorry.” I let his heavy dick flop down on his abs and he finally opened his eyes again. “So, how was it?”

           “That shit was bomb as fuck.”

           “On a scale from one to ten, how…”

           “You scored a one hundred, baby.”

           “Baby?”

           He sat up and before I could even blink, his lips were connecting with mine. I couldn’t believe he was kissing me. I really couldn’t believe he was kissing me after he’d just nutted in my mouth and after my mouth had been on his ass. We kissed for a good five minutes before he pulled back and asked, “You need anything to drink?”

           “Nah, I’m good.”

           “You sure? I know you gotta be thirsty after sucking this big dick.”

           “It is big but I’m good.” I climbed off his bed and put my shoes back on.

           “Hold up, let me walk you out to your car.” He jumped up and put his shorts on without his underwear. He slid on some flip-flops and led me out of his bedroom. When we got out to my car, he asked, “You want my number?”

           “Sure. Sent it to me through Kik.”

           “When will you be able to do this again?” He looked around to make sure no one else was outside. “That shit blew my mind.”

           “Just hit me up and if I’m available, we can do it again.”

           “Okay. Next time, I want you to get naked too. I might get us a hotel room so we can try out some real freaky shit.”

           “I’d like that.”

           “Cool, talk to you later then.” He gave me a hug and I squeezed on his butt. He laughed and said, “Yo freaky sexy ass. You done turned me out for real.” He pulled back and kissed me again. “Goodnight.”

           “Goodnight.” I opened my door and climbed in. He stood there looking at me until I started my car and pulled off. I couldn’t get him off my mind as I drove home. He was on my mind so much that I almost forgot to go by Wal-Mart and get Lisa’s cookies. Thankfully, I remembered.

           “Yay, you got my cookies,” she said when I first stepped into the apartment.

           “Damn I thought you’d be asleep by now.”

           “You weren’t gone that long.” She took the cookies from me, opened them, and began eating them. “Where’s your ink?”

           “I completely forgot about it. I’ll just print my paper out in the library before class. I’m going to bed. It has been a long night.”

           “I hear that. Goodnight, Sean.”

           “Goodnight.” I went into my bedroom and closed the door before collapsing on my bed. Visions of Eddie’s pretty dick and perfect ass flashed before my eyes as I grew tired. Just as I was drifting off to sleep, my phone vibrated. I looked at it to see it was a Kik message from Eddie.

[Disclaimer]: Pictures used do not reflect the sexuality or personality of people in the pictures. They only serve as visual examples of the characters.

           After my girlfriend dumped me, I had a hard time hooking up like I did before I got with her. It was mainly because I was busy working at the barbershop or I had other shit going on, but also because women seemed to automatically know I wasn’t looking for another serious situation. I could’ve lied to get me some pussy but I was never that type of dude. So whenever I got too horny to control myself, I just pulled up some porn on either my phone or my laptop and beat my dick until I nutted at least three times. Everything was cool until I went the full month of February without busting a nut. I tried to do the whole mind over matter thing but it was no use. Just seeing a woman would make me hard. Shit, just putting on a pair of sweatpants would get me on brick sometimes. I guess that’s why I was already in the mindset to do whatever.

           “Wassup Omari,” my roommate Rayvon said as he peeked his head into my room while I played a game on my Xbox.

           “Wassup nigga,” I responded before turning my head back to my TV.

           “Vanessa ain’t been by here today, has she?”

           “Who?”

           “The bitch I had over the other night.”

           “Oh nah, she ain’t been here. I’ve been here since like four and she ain’t been by.”

           “Good. She been blowin’ my phone up.”

           “Why you avoidin’ her, bruh? That girl bad as fuck.”

           “She think I wanna be here nigga and shit. Fuck that.” He stepped further into my room. “I knew I shouldn’t have ate that pussy like I did.”

           “You ate it out, bruh?”

           “Hell yeah. I made her cum like four times just by lickin’ on that clit and eatin’ that pussy. Then I fucked her until she squirted on my dick. That girl wild as fuck, my nigga.”

           “That’s wassup.” I laughed and gave him dap. “I heard y’all make a lil’ noise but I could tell you was tryin’ to wait until me and Jerrod was sleep.”

           “That was her idea. She ain’t want y’all to hear us fuckin’. Now she want another round.”

           “Give it to her again then, bruh.”

           “After I hit it, I quit it. I ain’t tryna be tied down to no bitch. Not right now.”

           “I hear that.”

                                      Me (Omari)

           Out of my two roommates Jerrod and Rayvon, I was closest to Rayvon because me and him knew each other in high school. We didn’t meet Jerrod until we were in tech school and only asked him to get a place with us so we could afford rent. Most nights me and him would kick it and Jerrod would be out with his other friends or with some girl. That night was no different.

           “When was the last time you had some?” he asked me as he sat down on the other end of my bed.

           “Shit, before me and Chrissy broke up,” I answered while keeping my attention on my game.

           “Damn nigga, y’all broke up in the middle of January.”

           “Yep.”

           “And you ain’t had no pussy since then? Not even a whiff of pussy?”

           “Not even a whiff.”

           “So what you been doin’, beatin’ ya shit off?”

           “I ain’t been doin’ that lately either.”

           “Omari, you gonna get blue balls.” He burst out in laughter and I just shook my head. “For real man, you need to do somethin’ about that.”

           “What am I supposed to do? Hit up Backpage or some shit? I ain’t good at talkin’ to women like you and Jerrod are.”

           “Nigga, these females out here doin’ the most to say they got a nigga. You can get one to do anything you want them to if you make them think you wanna be with them.”

           “See, I don’t do shit like that. You fuck around with the wrong bitch and yo car might get fucked up.”

           “True. Well bruh, I don’t know. Then again there is one other way you can get that nut.”

           “How?”

           “Let another nigga do it.”

           When I first heard him say that, my first reaction was to laugh it off and shove his goofy ass. And then I noticed he was serious. I wasn’t homophobic in any type of way, but that shit had never crossed my mind before. I just never thought of other dudes that way even though I’d been around gay dudes before. I’d never been hit on by a gay dude before so I never thought of how I’d react to it. Seeing how comfortable he was suggesting that to me, I had a feeling Rayvon had tried it before.

                                           Rayvon

           “You serious?” I asked him, pausing my game and sitting my controller on my lap.

           “I mean if you need a nut that bad,” he said.

           “Nigga you play too much.”

           “I ain’t playin’, bruh.”

           “So you’d let some dude fuck around with you?”

           “See, I ain’t say nothin’ about fuckin’. I just said let a nigga handle it.”

           “You mean like head or somethin’?”

           “Yeah.”

           “Man, hell no. You need to stop smokin’ that loud, bruh. That shit is fuckin’ with your brain cells.”

           “Yo I’ma be real with you. I done had my dick sucked by a dude before and to be honest, shit was fire.”

           “Ray, why you playin’ right now?”

           “I’m for real, Omari. I done sucked dick before.”

           And that’s when I really lost my mind. I’d been cool with Rayvon since we were sixteen. I knew him almost as good as I knew myself. There was no way he got down like that. If he had, then I would’ve noticed or there would be some kind of sign. You can’t be cool with somebody for nearly eight years and not know they’d sucked a dick before. My mind was blown but before I could fully understand what was happening, my dick was getting hard. That was the wrong time for that to be happening to me. I tried to think of circus clowns because that always made me go soft, but it wasn’t working that time.

           “Remember when Johnny laid me off from the garage back in October?” he asked me.

           “Yeah.”

           “I needed some weed bad but I ain’t had nothin’ but my rent money. My weed dude wasn’t hearin’ shit, it was either pay the money or get no weed. So when I saw him grab his dick, I knew he’d let me have some for free if I gave him some head.”

           “And you did it?”

           “Yep.” He held a straight face for a minute and then started laughing.

           “Man, you full of shit! I knew you was fuckin’ around with me!”

           “Well, not really. I sucked his dick for the weed but that wasn’t my first time suckin’ dick.”

           “Ray, you for real?”

           “On everything, bruh. Man, I been suckin’ dick since high school. It’s just somethin’ I like to do. These lips was made for two things: eatin’ pussy and suckin’ dick.”

           “I had no idea you got down like that, bruh.”

           “How you think I get so much weed? I don’t even spend money on it no more.”

           “You talkin’ about these females wild. Nigga, you wild as fuck.” I laughed and shook my head.

           “So we still cool? We still boys?”

           “I ain’t gonna trip on somethin’ like that. Do you, bruh.”

           “Are you gonna do it though?”

           “Do what?”

           “Let a nigga take care of this.” He placed his hand on my sweatpants and found my dick. He gripped it and it grew harder and harder.

           “Nigga, what is you doin’?”

           “Let me take care of that for you.”

           “Ray, I don’t…”

           “Just relax, bruh. I got you.” He undid the string on my sweatpants and pulled them down a little. “Don’t nobody gotta know. Dudes do it better. I promise.”

           With one quick move, he guided my dick through my underwear and then started licking on it. The Xbox controller was still on my lap. I wanted to stop him because it wasn’t right but it was starting to feel right. My dick was so fucking hard and I needed to bust a nut. So I relaxed and just let him do what he wanted to do. The moment I felt them big lips wrap around my dick and suck me all the way down to my balls, I tilted my head back and entered another dimension. I closed my eyes and thought about my ex-girlfriend Chrissy.

           I kept my hands at my sides, using my elbows to keep myself up. I tried to keep my head tilted back but he was starting to make my dick feel so good with that mouth of his. So I ended up looking down at him. His head bobbed up and down as he sucked and slurped on my dick. Every time he’d go all the way down to my balls and hold it, my whole body locked up. I’d never had my dick sucked like that before in my life.

           “Let me pull these down,” he said, tugging on my sweatpants and underwear.

           I lifted up a little and let him pull them down to my ankles. I then grabbed my dick and smacked his face with it. “You like this dick, bruh?”

           “Hell yeah, nigga.”

           “Yo nasty ass. Got my dick all hard.” I rubbed it on his lips and under his nose. “Why you ain’t been tried to suck me?”

           “I don’t know.”

           “We might have to make this a regular thing. Get back on this dick, nigga.”

           I smacked his lips one more time with my dick before letting him suck me again. This time, he went ham. He was sucking me and getting my dick all wet. His drool rolled down my nuts and he’d lick it up before deep throating my dick. That shit felt amazing. I finally put my hand on the back of his head and forced him to suck me faster and deeper. This nigga didn’t use hands and he only gagged every now and then. It was unbelievable how good that mouth was. My toes were curled up as if some tight pink pussy lips were wrapped around my dick, riding the life out of it. When he started to massage my balls while deep throating me, I busted in his mouth. I could feel each skeet as it exited my dick.

           “Fuck bruh!” I called out. “Ooh shit, Ray! Oh my God!”

           My body jumped forward and shook uncontrollably as he continued to suck me and swallow my load at the same time. That shit felt so good I was moaning all loud and high-pitched. He kept sucking me so I was still rock hard. It took me a minute to realize my door was still wide open. Jerrod could’ve came home at any moment and caught us, and the thought of that made me hornier. My dick was throbbing by that point and he was still sucking it.

           “Nigga, you nasty as fuck,” I said while moving my lower body to match his sucking. “You want some more nut?”

           “Mmm hmm,” he mumbled with all of my dick in his mouth.

           “Let me stand up and you get on the bed then. I wanna fuck that mouth.”

           He pulled back and I stood up. I pulled my sweatpants and underwear off along with my socks, leaving only my shirt on. He climbed up on my bed and pulled his sweatpants and boxers down to his ankles. He spit on his hand and started jacking off as I rubbed my wet dick all over his face. I could tell by the look in his eyes that he was enjoying this shit as much as I was. I stuffed my dick back into that mouth and forced him to suck all of it. Usually with a girl, I’d have to take it slow and be careful not to choke her. With Rayvon, he knew what to do. And the way he was jacking off turned me on even more. His dick was a little longer than mine and was uncut with a light pink head.

           “You wanna suck my dick every mornin’?” I asked him.

           “Mmm hmm,” he replied with a mouthful of dick.

           “Just bring yo freaky ass in here and suck it then. Don’t even ask, nigga.” I pushed my dick into his throat and held it while rubbing on my balls. “Fuck! Ooh, you gonna make me nut again. I wanna see you bust, too. Keep jackin’ that dick.”

           Right after I said that, he started moaning. He lifted his shirt as his dick shot out five quick shots of nut onto his abs. He took his mouth off of my dick and that’s when I started jacking off. It took me no time to reach my second nut. He tilted his head back as I busted a phat nut on his lips and chin. One shot went up his nose a little, making him cough.

           “Damn, you a’ight?” I asked him.

           “I’m good,” he answered with a laugh. “Damn, you always bust that much?”

           “I told you it’s been a minute. Shit!” I squeezed the last few drops out onto his lips and then he licked it off. He sucked my dick for a few more seconds as it became soft before letting it hang. “Nigga, you was right. That shit felt good as fuck, bruh.”

           “See, dude’s do it better. And these lips are made for that shit, man. I told you.”

           “You ain’t never lied. Damn.”

           After going into the bathroom to clean up, we went back into my room and I put my underwear and sweats back on. We sat down and played some NBA 2K15 as if nothing had just happened. Me and him had an understanding after that day. Like I told him, he didn’t even have to ask. All he had to do was come in my room and suck me up anytime he wanted. Them lips were perfect for sucking dick and I was down for it as long as he was. Jerrod didn’t notice anything between us so everything was cool. I wished Rayvon could’ve tested me sooner because I’d missed out on that good head for some years. Shit who knew, maybe I’d end up sucking him or going even further one day. I definitely learned after that day to never say never.

[Disclaimer]: Pictures used do not reflect the sexuality or personality of people in the pictures. They only serve as visual examples of the characters.

           When I moved to Los Angeles from Alabama, I had no idea how much my life would change in a year’s time. Being away from my family and everyone who knew the old Khalil Harris gave me a chance to rediscover myself and try new things. I started modeling not long after I got a full-time job as a fitness trainer at a gym, so I didn’t have much trouble paying the bills. While at a party one night, I got hit on by this guy and instead of rejecting him like I’d done with the other men who had hit on me since moving to L.A., I decided to give him a chance. I went back to his place and had a few drinks with him. We ended up having sex and it was definitely in my top five best sexual experiences. I still dated women and got involved with my share of situations with them, but I liked having no strings attached sex with a man every now and then. I didn’t take my attraction to men seriously until I met Armani.

           Armani Jacobs was relatively new to L.A. like me and he was from the South—North Carolina to be exact—like I was. We met when he began instructing a women’s aerobics class at the same gym I worked at. I was attracted to him the moment I first laid eyes on him but it was a different type of attraction. His aura was like a magnet to me, and I couldn’t resist it even if I wanted to. Everything about him seemed to turn me on, from his fresh haircuts to his pedicured feet. He was about five-foot-six and had a few sexy tattoos on his smooth chocolate colored skin. Beyond the physical attraction, I connected with his personality. He was so personable and easygoing. I found myself opening up to him more than I did with anyone else whenever we hung out or talked on the phone. I wanted to be more than just his friend. I wanted to be his and his only.

           However, there was one huge problem: he still wasn’t over his ex. When we first met, he’d just broken up with a dude named Antoine so I did the respectable thing and controlled my feelings for him. But after six months, I was starting to get impatient. I’d never met Antoine but he had to be a special dude to have Armani so hung up on him. Me and Armani would be watching a movie or something and out of the blue he’d start talking about Antoine this and Antoine that. I admit I was jealous as fuck. What did this Antoine dude have that I didn’t? I’ve never been arrogant but I know my potential and what I could bring to someone as special as Armani, so the fact that he didn’t notice how I felt about him fucked with my head. It constantly fucked with my head.

           “Where were you last night, Khalil?” he asked me as we talked in the employee locker room. “There was a Moesha marathon on TV last night and I wanted you to come over and watch with me.”

                                            Me (Khalil Harris)

           “I got your texts,” I told him. “I was busy.”

           “Busy with some girl or guy, huh?” He laughed and went back to taking selfies in the mirror.

           “Nah, my agent got me this gig and it ran kinda late. I just went home and crashed afterward.”

           “Mmm hmm, sure.”

           “I’m for real, Armani. You know how much I like coming over to your place.” I took my tank top off and put it into my gym bag. “So, are you gonna be busy later after your aerobics class?”

           “No, why?”

           “We haven’t kicked it in a while. I was thinking we can go grab some fruit smoothies across the street. I’ll buy.”

           “Okay, count me in.”

           “Cool, I’ll just stick around here and lift some weights until your class is over.”

           “Okay.”

           I put my stuff away in my locker and closed it before saying, “See you later, Slim.” I gave him one last look and then left the locker room so that he could change into his workout clothes. I didn’t have any trainees scheduled for the rest of that day, so I was looking forward to hanging out with Armani. He was on my mind the entire time I lifted weights. He was on my mind so much that I didn’t notice someone was trying to get my attention as I worked on my biceps.

           “Hello, earth to Khalil,” said Sydney, a girl I’d had sex with a couple of weeks ago. “Dang, you were really in the zone.” She giggled and touched my arm.

           “My bad,” I offered as I stood up from the bench I was sitting on. “What are you doing here? I thought you said you hated working out.”

           “I do but that doesn’t mean I won’t come by here to see your sexy ass working out while shirtless.” She looked me up and down. “Mmm.”

           I laughed a little and lied, “Well, I have a person scheduled to come in for some training in a little while so if you don’t mind…”

           “Oh, I’m sorry. I texted you but you didn’t respond.”

           “My phone is in my locker.”

           “I’ve been texting you all week.”

           “My bad, I’ve been busy. My agent has me all over the place.” I looked back and saw that Armani’s aerobics class was over. The women were exiting the aerobics studio. “Uh…Stacey I’ll talk to you later.”

           “Stacey? Who the fuck is Stacey?”

           “I meant Sydney.”

           “No, don’t try that! Who in the fuck is Stacey? So that’s why you’ve been ignoring me, you have some other woman on the side?! Are you cheating on me, Khalil?”

           “Cheating? Whoa, you need to chill. How can I cheat on you and we’re barely friends with benefits?”

           “Oh okay, so it’s like that? I should’ve known you were nothing but a lowdown dirty dog when I met you. I swear all of you wannabe models are the same. Let me guess, you also take dick up your ass for photoshoots?”

           “Alright, it’s time for you to get the fuck out. Bye.”

           “Ooh, did I touch on some truth with that?”

           “You’re at my job causing a scene. Leave.”

           “Fuck you!” She turned to leave but paused and turned back towards me. She slapped me hard and then walked away. I grabbed my face and turned around to see Armani standing there smirking.

                                              Armani Jacobs

           “What the hell was that about?” he asked.

           “It’s nothing,” I replied. “Just some rude ass bitch that I don’t even know. You ready to go?”

           After grabbing our things from the employee locker room, we left the gym together. Neither of us ever used the showers at the gym because they weren’t exactly the cleanest or best looking showers. That was one of many things he and I had in common. We also loved to show off our bodies and enjoyed getting compliments from people. We both were college football fanatics and had a mutual love for 90s R&B. If someone who didn’t know us were to see us together, they’d think we were polar opposites because of our physical appearances; but we were actually closer than the eye could see.

           “I tried that jerk chicken recipe last night,” he told me after finishing his smoothie. “You were right, it’s delicious.”

           “I told you. Did you cook the rice and beans with it?”

           “Yep. My neighbor came over to see what smelled so good. She asked me for the recipe and I said it was a family secret. Now she thinks I’m Jamaican.” He laughed and sat his empty cup down on the table. “So, who was the girl that slapped you?”

           “I already told you, Slim.”

           “The truth, Khalil. I’ve known you for half a year so I know when you’re lying. You do this twitchy thing with your lips.”

           “Okay, so I do know her. There, can you drop it now?”

           “No. How do you know her? Is she an ex-girlfriend?”

           “She was a one-night stand that saw more than what’s really there. I thought she would’ve gotten the hint when I never texted her back but whatever. Maybe I did deserve the slap.” I took a sip from my smoothie.

           “I still think you should try speed dating. It’s really fun.”

           “Armani, you only do it when you’re extremely bored and want some attention. You never give any of the guys your number.”

           “That’s because I’m picky.”

           “No, it’s because…” I stopped myself. “Never mind.”

           “Say what you were going to say. It’s because I’m still not over Antoine, right?”

           “I just think you’re limiting yourself, Slim. There are dudes out here that will rob and kill to be with someone like you. You can’t keep yourself off the market because of some loser that didn’t know how special you are. He’s probably with someone who isn’t even half as interesting as you.”

           “Actually, he’s single.”

           “How do you know?”

           “Because I talked to him late last night.”

           “What?! Armani…”

           “He called while I was up late waiting to see if you’d respond to my text messages or call me. We talked for two hours and then I got sleepy and told him goodnight. It felt good talking to him again.”

           “So that’s it; you’re just gonna go back to some off brand nigga that cheated on you with some meth-addicted white boy?”

           He sat up in his seat and angrily asked, “Who are you to judge someone, Khalil? Especially someone you’ve never met. You bounce from guy to girl to guy all the time. Antoine made a mistake and sometimes I feel like I overreacted.”

           “Wanting your boyfriend to want only you is not overreacting, Armani. And yeah, I do fuck around and maybe I have hurt some people but I would never do that to someone I actually cared about. You don’t think I have feelings?”

           “If you do, I’ve never seen them.”

           “Wow.” I shook my head. “So I guess this friendship is just one-sided then, huh? You’re the only one who cares about it?”

           “I didn’t mean it like that. I know you value our friendship as much as I do, but I honestly don’t think you understand what it means to be in love with someone. I wish I could’ve turned off my feelings for Antoine the moment I found out he cheated but it doesn’t work like that. I’m pissed off at him but at the same time I miss him. I met him on my first day here and he gave me hope that I could survive living in a place so far away from Greensboro, North Carolina.”

           “Yeah, and then he turned that hope into shit by fucking some white slut behind your back.”

           “Okay, I don’t need this.” He stood up and was about to walk away but I jumped up and grabbed his arm. “Let me go, Khalil.”

           “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to say that. Forgive me.”

           He calmed down and pulled away from my grasp before saying, “I feel like a part of me died when I lost Antoine. I owe it to myself to see if I can get it back.”

           “You’re gonna give him another chance? When someone cheats, it doesn’t just stop with the one time. People who cheat usually aren’t willing to work on themselves. Instead, they want you to change to fit the perception they’re most comfortable with so they won’t need excuses to cheat. And that’s the problem, there will always be some excuse to cheat because you will never fit their twisted perception. Armani, you don’t need to change. A part of you didn’t die when that loser broke your heart. If you get back with him, you’ll be setting yourself up for more pain.”

           “Then what am I supposed to do, Khalil? I hate being single. I hate dating and having to go through the phases of dating, like wondering if the guy will like me enough to call me even though I won’t let him fuck me after the first date.”

           “If a man isn’t willing to wait until you’re ready then fuck him. Armani, you can’t let what Antoine did mess with your sense of self-worth. You deserve someone who will treat you like the king that you are.” I stared into his cute brown eyes. “Please, don’t give him another chance.”

           “I really appreciate everything you’ve said but I need to think about it. I miss who I was when I was with him. I’m somewhat happy now but I had joy with him, Khalil. I felt sexy and so confident.”

           “You don’t need him to feel that. I bet I could find five dudes right now that will tell you how sexy you are. Shit, I’m one. Armani, you are the sexiest dude in L.A. besides me. You want me to go find four other niggas?”

           He laughed and replied, “You are so crazy.” He looked at his phone to check the time. “Hey, you think you can give me a ride home? I jogged here instead of driving and I’m not in the mood to deal with Uber.”

           “Yeah, I can give you a ride. Come on.” We threw our cups in the trash and ran back across the street to the gym. We walked around back to where my black BMW 650i was parked and climbed in. I started it up and backed out of the space. While I was driving away from the gym, I glanced over at him and said, “I meant what I said, Slim. You deserve to be treated like a king. Never forget that.”

           As I drove him home, I thought about finally telling him that I wanted to be more than just his friend. The least that could happen would be he’d gently turn me down, which I could live with as long as it didn’t make things weird between us. But I’d be lying if I said it wouldn’t break my heart to be rejected by him. Armani seemed like this precious rare jewel to me. He made me feel things that I’d never felt before with any of the few men and the many women I’d been with. I’d been denying it for a while but I was falling for him.

           “Shit,” he said the moment I pulled up to his building.

           “What is it?” I asked.

           “Antoine is standing at the front entrance.”

           “What is he doing here?”

           “I don’t know. Thanks for the ride, Khalil. I can handle it from here.”

           “Nah, I’m not letting this nigga fuck with your mind. I’ll walk you inside.” I switched my car off. “Come on.” We climbed out and approached Antoine, who looked like he had been running for exercise.

           “Antoine, what are you doing here?” Armani asked him. “I thought you said you were going to call me.”

                                                     Antoine

           He smiled and explained, “I did but your phone went straight to voicemail, boo.”

           “It must’ve died. The battery was low earlier.”

           “I figured that. I was running in the area so I decided to stop by.” His smile faded when he noticed me. “Who is this?”

           “Oh, this is the friend I told you about last night on the phone. Khalil, this is Antoine.”

           “You told him about me, Armani?” I asked with an attitude.

           “Whoa, hold up bruh. Kelly or whatever the fuck your name is, it seems like you got some animosity up in your chest. I know you light-skinned and everything but it’s all good. You can get back in your lil’ whatever the fuck that bitch ass car is and leave now.”

           “That bitch ass car costs more than your life, nigga.”

           “My dude, if you don’t get your overgrown country ass up outta here…”

           “Make me get outta here, nigga.” I got in his face.

           “The hell!” shouted Armani, barging his way in between us. “Y’all are not about to fight in front of my building and get me kicked out of here! Do you know how many saditty white folk live in this damn building? Cool it, now.”

           “Then make this cheating punk leave,” I suggested.

           “The fuck you say, you bitch ass nigga?”

           “I said cool it!” shouted Armani. He quickly entered his apartment code into the building security system and when the door unlocked, he opened it. “Antoine, go wait for me in the lobby.”

           “Lame ass nigga,” Antoine muttered as he brushed past me to enter the building.

           “You’re taking him up to your apartment?” I asked. “Wow Armani, I guess what I said to you earlier just went in one ear and out the other.”

           “I’m going to have a talk with Antoine. Whatever I decide will be my own independent decision. I value your advice but I need to handle this my own way.”

           “Whatever. Just don’t fucking call me when he hurts you again.”

           “What?”

           “You heard me! I can’t believe you’re just gonna take him back that easily.”

           “I didn’t say I was going to take him back.”

           “You don’t have to say it. I can see it in your eyes.”

           “Why is this bothering you so much, Khalil?”

           “If you have to ask me that then maybe you really don’t understand our connection the way you think you do. I’m outta here.”

           “Khalil, wait…”

           “Just leave me the fuck alone, Armani! Go up to your apartment with your boyfriend and let him dog you out again. I don’t give a fuck!”

           I hurried back to my car, hopped in, started it and sped off. As much as I wanted to be blasé about the whole thing, I couldn’t put up a front even though I was riding all by myself. I was hurt. Thoughts of Armani having sex with Antoine flashed before my eyes and that shit was fucking with my concentration. After swerving a few times, I finally just turned down an alley and parked. I tried to calm down but the more I thought about them fucking the angrier I got. Before I could even realize it, I was yelling at the top of my lungs and punching the hell out of my steering wheel. For a few seconds I thought I was gonna cry but I somehow managed to keep it inside. It was in that moment that I realized I loved him. I was in love with Armani and there wasn’t a damn thing I could do about it. Or so I thought…

[Disclaimer]: Pictures used do not reflect the sexuality or personality of people in the pictures. They only serve as visual examples of the characters.

           Me and Kenny didn’t have much in common other than the fact that his girlfriend and my girlfriend were best friends.  My girl Farrah and his girl Carmen were always pushing us to hang out with each other. After I learned that Kenny was a basketball fanatic like me, I decided to ask him if he’d play some one-on-one with me every now and then. He was cool with it so every Tuesday and Thursday afternoon we’d meet up at the rec center not far from my house. Sometimes other dudes at the gym would join in and we’d play shirts versus skins, but most of the time it was just me and him. I had to admit, he was a cool dude. I looked forward to those Tuesdays and Thursdays each week. What I didn’t know was that our newfound friendship would evolve into something complicated.

           “You got lucky, Lafayette” he said to me one afternoon after a game of one-on-one. “I almost beat you.”

           “That’s two in a row for me,” I said with a smile. “I’m on a streak, bruh.”

           “Yeah we’ll see about that.” He followed me over to the bleachers and we sat down to catch our breaths for a second. “Yo Lafayette, how are things with you and Farrah?”

           “We cool. She keep trippin’ about moving in with me. I ain’t ready for all that.”

           “I hear you, bruh. Carmen has been trying to move in with me for like a year now. I like having a place to myself.”

           “Exactly.” I picked up my bottle of Gatorade and took a few sips from it. “I like to do shit by myself without her around that I won’t be able to do if she moves in.”

                                       Me (Lafayette)

           When I said that, he looked at me and asked, “Stuff like what?”

           “Walk around naked. Look at porn with the sound turned all the way up. Jack my dick.” He started laughing. “What? Don’t tell me you’re one of those niggas that never jackoff.”

           “Nah, I do. Especially after being at the gym or playing ball.”

           “Yeah, me too.”

           I couldn’t believe I was discussing something as private as jacking off with Kenny. Most of our conversations were about college and NBA basketball games. It was weird that I was able to talk to him about something so private so easily. What made it even weirder was that my dick was starting to get hard as I talked to him about it.

           “Most times I don’t even need porn,” he admitted. “When I come home all sweaty and musty, I just get turned on. I turn myself on. Sometimes that shit be hotter than the sex I have with Carmen.” He laughed a little before requesting, “Make sure you never mention that to anybody. She’d kill me.”

           “I got you, bruh. It stays between us. I do the same, by the way. I don’t know why but my dick gets so hard after I leave the gym. Sometimes it gets hard while I’m at the gym. So when I get home, I gotta jackoff and get that nut out.”

           “Damn, seems like we have more in common than we thought.” He grabbed his crotch. “I gotta piss.”

           “Me, too.”

           We jumped up and exited the gym, making our way into the men’s room on the other side of the rec center. While we were using the urinals, I kept getting the strong urge to peek over at him. I don’t know why I kept getting that urge but it eventually won the battle in my head. I glanced over and looked at his dick. He was circumcised like me but his dick was a little thicker than mine. I quickly stopped glancing over because he lifted his head. After we were done, we stepped over to the sinks and washed our hands.

           “Hey, can you take a pic of me for my Instagram?” he asked, pulling his phone from his pocket.

           “Yeah,” I answered.

           He unlocked the phone and handed it to me. I turned on his camera and aimed it at him. He lifted his left arm and looked directly at me and then I snapped the pic. Before handing the phone back to him, I looked at the pic to make sure it turned out good. That’s when I noticed his dick print in his shorts. My dick started to get hard again. I quickly handed him his phone and then I leaned back on the sinks in attempt to hide my semi-hard dick.

                                                Kenny

           He looked at the pic and said, “Oh yeah, I’ma upload this shit for real. I know this will get a ton of likes.”

           “True. Especially since you can see your dick.”

           “Damn, I ain’t even notice that. That means dudes and chicks are gonna put eggplant emojis in the comments.”

           “You don’t care if dudes like and comment on your stuff?”

           “Hell nah, man. I’m cool with that. A compliment is a compliment.”

           “Yeah, but don’t you get tired of gay dudes hitting on you and shit? I get hit on all the time.”

           “It don’t bother me at all. I got something that they want but they’ll never get it. They’ll never get this dick or this ass. But they can look at it and compliment it all they want. I like the attention, to be honest.”

           “Well yeah, the attention is cool. I had this one dude tell me that he’d pay me to lick my ass and suck my dick from the back. I ain’t never heard of no shit like that before. Dude was on some extra level shit.” I laughed and he shook his head.

           “I can’t see myself letting a dude do that kind of stuff to me, not even for money. But if a dude ever approached me just wanting to jackoff together, I actually might consider that.”

           “Man, yeah right.”

           “I’m serious, bruh. Girls do stuff like that around each other all the time. They even discuss shit about their pussies to each other. Why can’t men do the same without being labeled gay or downlow or all that shit? If I wanna get my nut by jacking off with another masculine nigga, then I don’t see anything wrong with that. No kissing or sucking or fucking involved. Just me and another nigga sitting side-by-side jacking our dicks until we both nut.”

           Hearing him describe it like that was pretty much all I needed to hear. My dick was stiff by that point and I could see his growing harder and harder. I wanted to just whip my dick out right then and there, but somebody could’ve walked in and caught us. I wanted to jackoff with him but I didn’t want to be the one to ask. When he looked down at my shorts and saw my hard dick, he cracked a smile.

           “Your house ain’t far from here, right?” he asked.

           “Yeah,” I replied. “Just a few blocks away.”

           Without saying another word, we hurried out of the bathroom and left the rec center. We got into our cars and he followed me to my house. When we got there, we entered my house through the garage. I made sure the door was locked before leading him into my living room. I told him to stay there while I headed into my bathroom to get some towels and lube. By the time I got back to the living room, he’d already taken his shorts off. I placed the towels on my sofa and sat the lube down on the coffee table before pulling my shorts down and taking them off. Now we were both standing there in nothing but our sneakers.

           We didn’t say anything to each other as we both started stroking our dicks. Once he was fully hard, I saw how much bigger his dick was than mine. He had me beat by at least two inches, and my own dick is close to nine inches. I was precumming quicker than usual because I was so turned on. After facing each other and jacking off while standing for a while, we sat down on my sofa beside each other. His right foot was up against my left, which seemed to turn me on even more for some reason. The scent of his body combined with my own scent was really getting me riled up. As many times as I’d jacked off in my life, that moment with Kenny had already proven to be the best.

           He stretched his right arm out on the back of the sofa and behind me while jacking his dick with his left hand. I turned towards him slightly and jacked my dick harder and faster. He looked at me and licked his lips. He then closed his eyes and started moaning. I looked down at this dick just as a heavy load of thick white cum rolled out of it and onto his abs. His body shook a few times and then he tilted his head back and exhaled loudly.

           I cupped my balls with my left hand while jacking off with my right. He looked at me and kept licking his lips and that was all I needed to help get my nut. I gripped my dick extra hard and held it as I hit orgasm. Seven quick shots of nut shot out from my dick. Two of them hit my face and the others landed on my chest. I always came a lot like that for some reason, which was why Farrah always made me wear condoms even though she was on the pill.

           “Damn nigga,” Kenny said with a laugh. “You skeeted all over yourself. When was the last time you nutted?”

           “I jacked off this morning,” I told him. “I always shoot like that.”

           “That shit was hot. Damn.”

           We stood up and used the towels to clean up. After putting our shorts back on, we had a couple of beers and watched ESPN. When Farrah called and said she was on the way over so we can go out to eat, I made plans with Kenny to jackoff together again and then he left. I took a quick shower and put on some clothes and then went outside to wait for Farrah to pull up. As I waited for her, I thought about how cool it was that I had something new I could do with Kenny. I would never do it with any of my other friends, but I didn’t see anything wrong with jacking off with him. It definitely strengthened our friendship because it was unique. It was something that would just be between two buddies.

[Disclaimer]: Pictures used do not reflect the sexuality or personality of people in the pictures. They only serve as visual examples of the characters.

           The rain had started pouring down by the time I got home. My mama had already gotten off of work so I entered the house through the back door instead of the front. I hurried into my room and took off my clothes before putting on a pair of shorts and dashing into the bathroom across the hallway. I took off the shorts and jumped into the shower as fast as I could. His scent was still on me and I had to get it off. I didn’t want anyone to know what I’d just done. I damn sure didn’t want them to know what was going on in my head.

           Was I still me? Was I still Hakeem Garrett after what I’d done? That was what I kept asking myself as I cleaned my body. After everything I’d done before that day, I was finally facing the reality of it all. This wasn’t the same thing as letting Dayvon Carson or Isaiah Lennard suck my dick in my car behind the gym after school. I’d gone past that point with Myles. I touched him back when he touched me. I kissed his lips when he kissed mine. I fucked him and kissed him the entire time I was fucking him. I lost control of myself while I was inside of him. Was I still a man? Was I still Hakeem?

           “Tired of chicken?” my mama asked me while we were eating dinner.

           “Huh?” I asked back.

           “You haven’t touched your plate yet and that’s rare for you.”

           “I’m just not that hungry.”

           “Yeah right,” chimed in my little twelve year old brother Derrick.

           “Well eat a few bites so you won’t be hungry before going to bed later.”

           “Yes, ma’am.” I picked up my fork and ate some of the food.

           My mind was put at temporary ease as I sat there at the table with my mama and little brother. If they couldn’t tell something was different then I figured other people probably wouldn’t be able to tell. Then again, things had been weird ever since my parents divorced and my dad moved out. We didn’t seem as close as we were before. Me and Derrick visited dad every other weekend and for the first time, I wasn’t looking forward to spending the weekend with him. He was the main person I was afraid of finding out that I had sex with another boy. I’d heard him and his buddies talk about how much they hate faggots. I knew that even though I was the best player on my school’s basketball team, he’d immediately disown me if he ever knew what I’d done.

           So after dinner I was in my room listening to music when I began to think about Myles again. Myles Pollard was a dude in my anatomy class. We got paired up for a project one day back in October and I knew the very first time that I was alone with him that I wanted to do things with him. He was a little girly and was short and skinny. I’d noticed him before the day we worked on the project but being alone with him made me notice other things about him. I got to know a lot about him and he always asked for my opinion on his artwork since he wanted to go to college and study art. My dick would get hard whenever I thought about him. Luckily, basketball practice took my mind off of him. And then once the basketball season started up, I was able to forget about him for long periods of time outside of our anatomy class.

           When basketball season came to an end, I thought about him constantly. We got paired up for another assignment and that’s when I couldn’t control the urges anymore. He noticed my hard dick in my shorts and started to test me. After a week of back and forth, we finally did it. I was cool with letting a dude suck me as long as I didn’t have to touch him or kiss him. But with Myles, I wanted to do it all and we did it all. He was tighter than any girl I’d ever been with and he didn’t pressure me to be his boyfriend afterwards. I think that’s what attracted me the most to him; he was down for anything. And since his parents were always busy with work and he was an only child, he always had the house to himself. That house was like the perfect getaway for me. I could escape my own world and relax myself in his.

           “Wassup,” I said into the phone the moment he picked up on the other end.

           “Hey,” he replied. “I didn’t think you’d call me.”

           “Why not?”

           “Because you left here kinda quick. I just assumed you’d never talk to me again.”

           “I uh…I can’t stop thinkin’ about you.”

           He giggled and asked, “Really?”

           “Yeah. I’ve never did that before. It’s still on my mind.”

           “You’ve never had sex before?”

           “That ain’t what I meant. I haven’t with…you know…another dude.”

           “Oh. Well, I knew that. I had to keep telling you to ease it in and most guys who fool around with other guys know that already.”

           “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

           “I’m a little sore but I’m okay.”

           “Myles, is it cool if…” I paused and sighed because I was getting frustrated with how nervous I was. “I wanna see you.”

           “You wanna FaceTime?”

           “No, I wanna see you in person.”

           “My parents are home now. This is one of their rare evenings away from the office.”

           “Can you meet me somewhere then?”

           “Sure. Where?”

           “The school gym. Meet me there in about fifteen minutes.”

           “Okay.”

           After changing into my jersey, shorts and sneakers, I told my mama I was going to play basketball with my teammates at the rec center and then headed out. The rain was still falling and it was now dark outside. When I got to the school gym, I ran inside and waited in the lobby for Myles to pull up. He arrived a few minutes after me and when he stepped inside, I led him through the double doors and onto the basketball court.

                              Me (Hakeem Garrett)

           “Looks like you’re about to play in a game,” he joked. “You do look sexy in your jersey and those shorts. So why did you wanna meet here?”

           “Because this is my home away from home,” I admitted. “I feel like a king when I’m in here. Sometimes I just lay down on the floor and close my eyes. I can hear all the cheers and the score buzzer goin’ off. I can even hear the sound of sneakers squeakin’ on the floor.”

           “I am gonna miss watching y’all win games here. I can’t believe we’re gonna be graduating in two months.”

           “Yeah, me either.” I grabbed his hand and led him over to the bleachers. We sat down and while still holding his hand, I kissed him.

           “What was that for?”

           “I just wanted to do that one last time.”

           “One last time?”

           “Myles, I wanted to meet here so that I could tell you in person that I can’t do what I did with you today ever again.”

           “What?”

           “I’m not gay. I can’t be gay.”

           “I know you’re not gay, Hakeem. You’ve been with almost every girl in the twelfth grade.”

           “So you’re cool with forgettin’ it all?”

                                   Myles Pollard

           “No, I’m not cool with that. I don’t want to end it. I like you a lot.”

           “And I like you but I’m not supposed to.”

           “Says who?”

           “Everyone. Myles, I’ve never felt this way about anybody before. I think about you all the time and today in your room…I wasn’t expectin’ all this.”

           “All what?”

           “All these feelings. I thought that maybe by havin’ sex with you that it would change how I felt about you but it just made me like you even more. And I can’t even allow this to go further. I don’t wanna hurt you but I gotta walk away from this.” I stood up and he stood up in front of me.

           “Are you afraid of being outed? You know I’d never tell anybody.”

           “You don’t have to tell people. They’d probably figure it out on their own. I might start walkin’ or talkin’ a different way and…”

           “That’s not how it works, Hakeem. If you’re secure with your manhood then nothing can intimidate you or make you feel a certain way.”

           “Well, maybe I’m not secure with my manhood then. Either way, I got issues goin’ on and I don’t think my mind is in the right place to continue with this right now.”

           He threw his arms up and said, “I don’t understand you. One minute you’re all over me and the next, you push me away. Are you confused?”

           “No, it’s not like that. I know that I’m attracted to you and on some levels, I really care about you. But there’s a lot of shit I need to work on and it ain’t fair for me to ask you to go through this shit with me. You got your own life and I got mine. We’re from two different worlds, Myles.”

           “So what has the last five and half months been to you? Just some big experiment?”

           “No. I’ve been gettin’ my dick sucked by dudes for a minute but I ain’t never felt this way about them. I’ve only felt this way about girls.”

           “And? Hakeem, you can’t help who you’re attracted to.”

           “You’re right, I can’t. But I can control who I fuck and don’t fuck.”

           “What we did today wasn’t just fucking! We kissed and you held me for a little while. It was more than just sex. I can’t believe you’re acting like this.”

           “Look, I’m sorry. This isn’t just about what we did today. I was raised a certain way, Myles. My dad hates gays and he has never hid that hatred. I love my dad and I don’t want him to turn his back on me because of this.”

           “Because of me?”

           “No, because I’m not the son he thinks I am.”

           “You mean the hyper-masculine son who is supposed to be homophobic like his father? Hakeem, you should just be you.”

           “That’s the problem. I don’t know who the fuck I am anymore. This started way before I had sex with you, Myles. My world will never be the same again after today and I need to find a way to deal with that. I can’t do that and be your boyfriend at the same time. I’m sorry but I can’t. You deserve to be with a guy who has it all together and will put you first.”

           “No situation can ever be perfect. Believe it or not, I can help you.”

           “Nah, this is somethin’ I gotta do on my own.”

           Tears began to form in his eyes and he turned his back to me and asked, “So, what am I supposed to do?”

           “Please don’t cry. I’m sorry.”

           “I’m pissed at you and I wanna slap you but I love you too much.” He turned back to face me. “I love you, Hakeem. I’ve been falling for you this whole time and today when you texted me and asked if I wanted to do it, I thought you were finally falling for me to. I’m so stupid.”

           “You’re not stupid. But Myles, I don’t love you. I can’t even think about the possibility of bein’ in love with another dude.”

           “You have managed to make this both the best and worst day of my life.” He pulled a folded piece of paper from his back pocket and handed it to me.

           “What is this?”

           “It’s a drawing I made right after you left my house. Just as I was finishing it, you called me. I had already told myself I’d give it to you the next time I saw you. I had no idea that you were gonna pull this shit on me.”

           “Here, you should keep it.” I tried to hand him the folded paper back but he wouldn’t take it.

           “No, you keep it. Maybe it will remind you of what you could’ve had.” He wiped his tears and looked at me one last time before saying, “Good luck with finding yourself.”

           He took off running and even though a part of me wanted to run after him, I stayed there. I sat down on the floor and after contemplating it for a while, I unfolded the piece of paper and looked at the drawing. It was a drawing drawn in colored pencils of two black birds sitting on a rock together on a beach. The bigger bird had its right wing outstretched and around the smaller bird, comforting it. They were looking out at the blue ocean. He’d even drawn the sun’s reflection in the water. It was a beautiful drawing. I couldn’t bring myself to ball it up and throw it away, so I folded it back up and stuffed it into my shorts pocket. I decided that I was going to hide it in between my mattress and box spring once I got home.

           As I drove back home, I finally admitted in my head that I loved Myles. I’d never been in love before but I knew that’s what it was because I felt sick at the thought of not being alone with him again. Had I been selfish, I would’ve kept doing what I was doing with him even though I had my own issues going on. But I wasn’t selfish. I cared about his feelings enough to be real with him. I loved him enough to let him go and not put him through the emotional ups and downs that I’d have to experience while coming to terms with who I was. Maybe one day things would be different. Maybe after we start college and come home for a break, the absence will create a different atmosphere for me. All I knew for sure was that nothing would ever be the same for me again, and that I no longer knew who Hakeem Garrett was.

[Disclaimer]: Pictures used do not reflect the sexuality or personality of people in the pictures. They only serve as visual examples of the characters.

           Finals were coming up and I was stressed beyond my comfort level, so there was only one thing I wanted to do: smoke weed. I’d smoked a little during high school but once I got to college I became a certified stoner. I smoked whenever I could and I really got my smoke on whenever I was stressed out. So when I couldn’t take the stress anymore, I headed over to my dealer TC’s place. The only problem was I didn’t have any fucking money and I’d hit already hit him up for weed three times with delayed payment, the maximum that he allowed. I knew while I was on the bus heading to the downtown area that he wasn’t gonna let me smoke without payment upfront anymore, but I was desperate. Besides, he was the only weed dealer I knew in the area.

           “Nah bruh,” he said to me as he took sips from a small bottled water. “You know I only let niggas slide three times. After that, you gotta have my money. You know the rules, C.”

           “Come on, TC,” I pleaded while leaning on the porch rails. “Each time I get some without payin’ you upfront, I always have that money within two the three days. Besides, you know where to find me if I fuck up. And I ain’t never fucked up, TC.”

           “True but rules is rules, my nigga.”

           “Let me holla at one of your boys then. They sell weed too, right?”

                                          Me (Caiden)

           “Nigga, is you insane? They don’t sell no fuckin’ weed. If you lookin’ for some rock or some other crazy shit then you hit them up. And yo money gotta be ready because they ain’t like me. They’ll fuck yo lil’ college ass up.” He gave me a look and then shook his head. “Nigga, come on. My babymama be ridin’ through around this time and I can’t let that ho catch me out here. She’ll be beggin’ me for money and shit.”

           He stepped into the house and I followed. I’d only been in the house he shared with his six homeboys a few times. You would never be able to tell that they sold drugs out of that house because of how clean it looked and smelled. I could hear some of his homeboys upstairs arguing about something, so I made sure I stood close by the door just in case some wild shit popped off.

           “I can’t let you slide, Caiden,” he said as he sat down on the sofa and started rolling a blunt in my face. “I let you slide and then the next thing I know, every nigga comin’ up here thinkin’ I’ma let them slide.”

           “You been knowin’ me since my freshman year, dude.”

           “And?”

           “How about this, I bring you some shit that can be used as collateral. I got a PlayStation 4 and a MacBook that’s…”

           He laughed and shook his head before saying, “I don’t want your shit. I got my own shit, boy. If you want some weed then you’re gonna have to think outside the box.”

           When he said that, I had no idea what he meant at that time. I sat down beside him on the sofa and asked, “What do I gotta do? Like I said, you know where I be. You can get to me anytime you want so if I don’t have your money by at least three days, you and your homies can jump me. I need some fuckin’ weed, bruh.”

                                               TC

           He laughed again and said, “Nigga, calm yo stressed out ass down.”

           “I’m sorry but you got a fat ass blunt in my face right now and a bunch of twenties on the arm of this chair. It ain’t like other niggas ain’t payin’ you.”

           “Yeah but it’s the principle, nigga. Like I told you, I can’t let no niggas slide.”

           “TC, I’m willin’ to do anything.”

           “Like what, bring some bitch over here for me to fuck?”

           “I can do that. There’s hella white bitches in my building that will let you fuck the shit outta them, for real.”

           He laughed and held his sides. “Nigga, you is a trip. Man, I don’t want them snowflake bitches. I get pussy whenever the fuck I want it. What I don’t get often is a chance to prove my dominance.”

           “What do you mean?”

           “Listen, you said you was willin’ to do anything, right?”

           “Yeah.”

           “Okay, cool. I got somethin’ for you to do.”

           “Name it, bruh. I got you.”

           “You got me?”

           “Yeah.”

           “I’m for real, C. You gotta do this shit if you want some weed. I’ll give you two dime bags and you won’t even have to pay for them now or in three days. Them shits will be free.”

           “Bruh, I got you. Anything.”

           “Cool. Be back here tonight.”

           “Tonight?”

           “Yeah, tonight at nine. And text me when you get here.”

           “Okay. Thanks bruh, I knew you’d hold me down.” I gave him some dap. “You ain’t fuckin’ with me, are you?”

           “Bruh, you got my word.”

           “That’s wassup. I’ll be here.”

           “Ready to do whateva?”

           “You got it.”

           “A’ight, now get yo book smart ass outta here before you miss a class or some shit.” He laughed and shoved me off the sofa.

           I walked back outside and as I was opening the gate to leave the front yard, a black Honda Civic pulled up and the driver rolled down the passenger side window. It was a sexy dark skinned chick with long braids and big titties. She looked at me and asked, “Is TC in there?”

           “Nah,” I lied. “I was just lookin’ for him myself.”

           “Oh okay. Thank you, cutie.”

           “No problem, ma.” I waited until she rolled her window up and drove off before I said, “With yo fine ass. Damn.”

           I stuffed my hands in my hoodie pockets and started walking all the way back to campus since the bus wasn’t gonna come back through for a couple of hours. I had weed on my mind. It was on my mind so much that I didn’t once think about what I’d have to do to get them two dime bags from TC. Looking back, I should’ve just found a better way to beat the urge.

           When I finally made it to the house that night, I texted TC to tell him I was there. He quickly texted back telling me to come inside. I didn’t feel too comfortable just walking up in their house like that but I wasn’t even thinking by that point. I just wanted to get high. So I walked into the dark house and closed the door. I had to use my phone light to make my way through the living room. He hit me up again, telling me to come upstairs and step into the last room on the right. I hit the stairs as fast as I could and hurried to the door. Finally, my senses kicked in and I was hesitant to walk into the room. I texted him asking what next and he quickly replied with a text that read, “Come inside nigga. WTF!” I took a deep breath before twisting the doorknob and opening the door. I stepped into the dimly lit room—only being partially lit by his laptop light—and gasped when I saw this nigga sitting in a chair with his dick out.

           I knew at that very moment that I’d stepped into some wild shit. The way TC and his homies carried themselves was the complete opposite of what I was witnessing right then and there in TC’s bedroom. This nigga was sitting all relaxed with his sweatpants sagging and his dick rock hard through the opening of his draws, playing with it while looking at me with a smile on his face. He must’ve been spitting on his hand because his dick looked wet and glistened a little in the dim light.

           “What you standin’ there for nigga?” he asked, wagging his dick back and forth. “You said you was willin’ to do anything for them dime bags, right? Get over here and suck this dick.”

           “TC I don’t know what you thought,” I explained cautiously, “but I ain’t gay. Nigga, I ain’t even curious.”

           “Did I ask you that?”

           “Nah but…”

           “Get yo scary ass in here and close the door!”

           I quickly closed the door and stepped further into the room. “Bruh, I ain’t know you was thinkin’ of some shit like this. Dawg, this ain’t me.”

           “Do you have money?”

           “No.”

           “Then what else you got other than them puffy ass lips? You got dick suckin’ lips and you talkin’ about you don’t suck no dick.” He laughed. “Nigga, you better stop playin’ and get on this dick. I got them dime bags right here.” He picked up the two baggies of weed and then dropped them back to the floor.

           That little bit of motivation brought me closer to him, but I was still hesitant as fuck. “Bruh, I don’t even know how to suck dick.”

           “You done had ya dick sucked before, right?”

           “Well, yeah.”

           “Okay then, do what a bitch does since you’re my bitch right now. Wrap them lips around this dick and suck the mothafucka until I nut. It ain’t rocket science, college boy.” He looked up into my eyes. “How bad you want this weed, nigga? You think you the only nigga I done made suck my dick for this shit? You lucky I like yo ass or I wouldn’t have washed my balls before you got here. Now hurry the fuck up before my boys get back.”

           I wanted to just run out and go back to campus but there really was no turning back at that point. I’d been buying weed from TC since I’d first gotten to Calhoun Heights and his shit was better than any of the weed I’d smoked back in Cleveland. This nigga had known me since I was an eighteen year old freshman. Now at twenty-one and a senior about to graduate, I was about to degrade my manhood for some fucking weed. It only took me a nanosecond to rationalize it all and get down on my knees. I was a certified stoner. What can I say?

           “No teeth, nigga,” he instructed just as I was about to grab his dick. “Matter of fact, don’t even grab my dick. Bring your head a lil’ closer.” I leaned in close and he smacked my lips with his dick. “Damn you got some fat lips. You gone suck this dick?”

           “Yeah,” I mumbled.

           “Say that shit louder, nigga.”

           “Yeah.”

           “Say yes daddy.”

           “Yes…daddy.”

           “That’s fuckin’ right, I’m daddy up in this mothafucka.” He smacked my lips again with his dick and then rubbed it under my nose. “You smell that dick?” I didn’t answer him and he smacked my face hard with it. “I asked you a question, bitch. Do you smell that dick?”

           “Yes.”

           “Yes, what?”

           “Yes daddy.”

           “You better get that shit right. I ain’t fuckin’ with you, nigga. You better be glad I washed this dick for you. I’m uncut, too. You woulda been tastin’ my rank ass piss from all day that got stuck in the foreskin. But that dick smell good now, don’t it?”

           “Yes daddy.”

           “Stick out your tongue. You gone taste this mothafucka.” I stuck my tongue out and he slowly rubbed his dick on it. “Lick that dick. Get it wetter.”

           I licked up and down his dick. I felt like throwing up but somehow I managed to keep that from happening. As humiliating as it was, I was somewhat relieved that he didn’t wanna fuck me or anything like that. That would’ve been a line that couldn’t have been crossed with me. Giving head is one thing but letting a nigga fuck you up the ass is completely different. Then I’d really be a gay ass nigga.

           “You like that dick?”

           “Yeah daddy.”

           “Say I love daddy’s dick.”

           “I love daddy’s dick.”

           “Fuckin’ bitch. Spit on that dick. Get nasty.” I spit on his dick a little. “Nigga, I said spit on it. I wanna see that shit.” I let some saliva build up in my mouth and then spit it out on his hard dick. It rolled down to his balls. “Now lick it up. Lick up from my balls all the way up the head of my dick until I say stop.”

           I licked from his balls up to the head of his dick repeatedly, cleaning my spit off his dick. He made me do that for a while before finally stopping me and making me kiss his dick. I must’ve kissed his dick a hundred times before he made me move back. He stood up, pulled his sweatpants and draws down to his ankles, and then sat back down.

           “Take my shit off,” he ordered me. I pulled his pants and draws off. I was about to pull his socks off but he kicked at me and snapped, “Leave my socks on, nigga.”

           “Sorry, daddy,” I said.

           “You ready to suck daddy’s dick?”

           “Yes.”

           “Good. Open that mouth wide.”

           I opened my mouth wide and he shoved his dick inside. I thought about sucking a long and thick warm lollipop as I started sucking his dick. He put his hand on the back of my head and forced me to suck more than I could handle and I gagged on it before pulling my mouth off it. Before I could even catch my breath, he made me suck him again. He’d make me suck down towards the base and I’d gag and have to stop, then he’d slap my lips with it and make me suck it again. We repeated that cycle for more than half an hour before he stood up.

           “You gone suck this dick, bitch,” he said before forcing his dick into my mouth and thrusting his hips in my face. “Yeah, choke on that mothafucka! Damn you can suck dick, nigga.”

           I was gagging but somehow not throwing up, and he seemed to love it more whenever I gagged. He wouldn’t let me use my hands and every now and then, he’d make me look up at him while I sucked his dick. All I could think about was the weed and how good it was gonna be when I got it back to my spot and sparked that shit up. I don’t know how long I was thinking about that weed but by the time I snapped back into reality, TC pulled his dick from my mouth and started jacking off.

           “Look up at me, nigga,” he told me. “I’m ‘bout to nut. Oh fuck! Catch this nut, Caiden!”

           I looked up at him as he skeeted on my forehead, lips and chin. Some of it rolled down my neck so I wiped it before it could get on my hoodie. Luckily, none of it got in my eyes. He kept jacking off until no more cum rolled out of it. He then smacked my lips with it again and then made me suck it some more.

           “Ah fuck,” he moaned. “Yo that shit feel good as fuck. Gimme my dick back, nigga.” He snatched his dick out of my mouth. “Nasty ass nigga.” He picked a towel up from his bed and wiped his dick and balls with it before holding it in front of my face. “Here. You got my nut all over your face, bitch.”

           I took the towel and turned it over before wiping my face with it. The taste of his dick was still in my mouth. I finally stood to my feet. My knees were sore as fuck. I finally built up the nerve to ask, “Now can I have the weed?”

           “Yeah.” He picked the two baggies up and tossed them to me. “Nobody hears about this, you got it?”

           “I got it.”

           “I ain’t playin’ with you, C. If anybody hear about this shit, you know I know how to find yo bitch ass.”

           “I know.” I couldn’t even bring myself to look at him.

           “Look at me, nigga.” I looked into his eyes. “We still cool, right?”

           “Yeah bruh, we cool.”

           “Dap on it?” He held his hand out and I gave him dap. “Now get the fuck outta here, nigga. Next time, have money when you want some weed mothafucka.”

           I’d never ran so fast in my whole life as I dashed out of his bedroom and down the stairs. I was out of that house and like five blocks away when I stopped and leaned against a brick wall to catch my breath. It wasn’t until then that I noticed my dick was rock hard and had leaked a bunch of precum onto my boxers. Why the fuck was I hard? And how come I didn’t notice it while I was sucking his dick? My head was too far gone by that point so I just headed back to campus and rolled a fat ass blunt. After smoking it, I called up one of my usual female fuck friends and fucked her pussy until she couldn’t take no more. I fucked her as if I had something to prove. Did I have something to prove? I knew that whenever my high went down that night, I’d soon be asking myself a million questions and nothing would ever be the same for me again.

[Disclaimer]: Pictures used do not reflect the sexuality or personality of people in the pictures. They only serve as visual examples of the characters.

           I’d been best friends with my boy Eric Campbell since second grade. We did everything together and in so many ways, we were like brothers. Our friendship was so tight that we never argued over anything. There just seemed to be nothing in the universe that could come in between us; well, that is until I became attracted to his little brother Evan. That shit happened so fast that I still don’t know exactly when it started. All I know is that sometime during the summer before his senior year of high school, I started thinking about him like crazy. He was seventeen then so I tried my best not to think about him but the urges I experienced were already wild.

           When he turned eighteen that October, it was like my hormones took over all my senses. My eyes would meet his every time we were around each other. My nose would pick up on his scent no matter how far away he was from me. My tongue wanted to see what he tasted like. My hands wanted to feel his perfectly smooth skin. I’d been bisexual since puberty yet I’d never wanted somebody as much as I wanted Evan. But since he was my homeboy’s little brother, there was no way I could ever lay a hand on him. I never once thought of the possibility that it would be him who would lay a hand on me.

           “Nigga, you got lucky,” Eric said to me as we entered his house after playing some one-on-one basketball at the park up the street. “I woulda killed on the court if I had on ballin’ shorts like you.”

           “You shoulda came up here and put some on then, nigga,” I said with a laugh.

           “I don’t have a clean pair. Moms not doin’ the laundry until Tuesday.”

           “Hold up, yo moms still does ya laundry?” I laughed so hard that my sides hurt.

           “Man, shut up. She likes doin’ it.”

           “You are a trip, my nigga.”

           “Whateva. You want a Gatorade?”

           “Yeah.” I sat down on a chair in the living room while he went into the kitchen. I could tell by how silent the house was that Evan wasn’t home. If he was then music would be playing from his room upstairs.

           “Here you go, bruh.” He handed me the bottle of Gatorade before sitting down on the sofa in front of the TV. His phone started vibrating and he sighed. “Man, Phaedra has been blowin’ my phone up all day.”

           “She still trippin’ over the side hoes?”

           “You know it. I still don’t know how the fuck she hacked into my Instagram account. I keep tellin’ her I don’t give a fuck about them bitches.”

           “Girls like Phaedra only come once in a lifetime, bruh.”

           “I know that, Don.”

           “Then why was you fuckin’ around on her? I done told you about that shit.”

           “Man, wait a minute. I know yo ass ain’t talkin. Nigga, you fucked twins like two weeks ago. Had them eatin’ each other’s pussy and all that freaky shit.”

           “Hey, I’m single. I can do that. You been with Phaedra for three years now. You don’t need to be fuckin’ around on her all the time.”

           “Adonis, you know better than me that ain’t no pussy like new pussy. I love Phaedra but there’s too many sexy ass women out there. I can’t just ignore them, especially when they throw the pussy at me.”

           “Look, all I can say is that if I had somebody to hold me down like Phaedra does with you then I’d learn how to keep my dick locked up and only for her. Do you know how many niggas around here will take your woman if she leaves your ass? Phaedra is a ten, nigga. She got all that ass and that long hair and…”

           “Whoa, don’t talk about my woman like that. You been checkin’ her out?”

           “Hell yeah I’ve been. I’m waitin’ for yo ass to slip up so I can holla at her.”

           He laughed and joked, “She’d break yo skinny ass in half, nigga.”

           “Yeah, she probably will with all that ass.”

           “Would you stop doin’ that shit?”

           “A’ight, I’m done. Her lips though.”

           “Adonis!”

           “I’m just playin’, bruh. Damn.” I laughed and shook my head. “Yo, I gotta take a piss.” I took a few sips from my Gatorade before sitting it down and standing up. “I’ll be right back.”

                                      Me (Adonis Redding)

           I ran upstairs and down the hall to the bathroom. After taking a piss, I washed my hands and then stepped back out. I was about to head back towards the stairwell but I noticed Evan’s door was cracked open a little. I stepped over to it and opened it more. I’d been in his room before but never while he wasn’t in there. My curiosity got the best of me and I found myself in his room. Everything was so clean and neat. He’d put up some posters of Odell Beckham, Jr., Cam Newton and Russell Westbrook on his walls since the last time I’d been in there. Those guys must’ve been his type. I knew he’d be into the athletic type niggas.

           I didn’t want Eric to come looking for me, so I decided to leave. But before I could go, my eyes caught the glimpse of something purple hanging out from one of his dresser drawers. I made my way over to the dresser and pulled the drawer open a little more. It was his underwear drawer and it was filled with underwear that looked like women’s panties. My mouth watered and my dick started to get hard. I quickly snatched up the pair of purple silk underwear and sniffed them. I was a little disappointed that they were clean because I wanted to smell his scent on them after he’d been wearing them. When I heard footsteps coming up the stairs, I quickly stuffed the underwear in my pocket and closed the drawer.

           “Adonis,” said that high-pitched voice from behind me. “What are you doing up here?”

           I turned to see Evan standing in the doorway looking sexy as ever. I laughed nervously and replied, “I thought I heard somethin’ in here. I must be hearin’ things.”

           “Um…okay.” He stepped into the room and turned on the light. He then looked me up and down before asking, “You and Eric just got through playing basketball?”

           “Yeah. How did you know?”

           “Because you’re shirtless and wearing basketball shorts.” He giggled and I laughed a little.

           “Well, I’ll get out your way. Sorry for bein’ in here like this. I coulda sworn I heard somethin’ turn over in here.”

           “It’s cool. See you later.”

           “Later.” I stepped out of his room and he closed the door behind me. I couldn’t believe how close I was to getting caught with his underwear in my hand. And now they were in my shorts pocket. I hoped that he wouldn’t notice they were gone.

           “Nigga, what took you so long?” Eric asked me the moment I returned to the living room.

           “I told you I had to take a piss.”

           “It don’t take that long to piss, Don.”

           “When you have a big dick like mine it does. Only small dick niggas like you take two seconds to piss.”

                                            Eric Campbell

           He laughed and playfully shoved me and said, “Fuck you, bruh.” The doorbell rang so he hopped off the sofa and went over to it and opened it. It was some young nigga standing there with a backpack on.

           “Is Evan home yet?” he asked Eric.

           “Who the fuck are you?”

           The boy became nervous and answered, “Uh…I’m Tyreke.”

           “What the fuck do you want with my lil’ brother, Tyreke?”

           “We’re supposed to be studying for our calculus final together.”

           I stood up from the sofa and walked over to say, “E, let the lil’ nigga in. You gonna scare him off.” I pushed Eric out of the way and let the boy in. “Don’t pay him any attention, bruh. He trippin’.”

           “I better hear some studyin’ when you go up there, Tyreke.”

           “Yes, sir.” He scooted past me and Eric and quickly ran upstairs.

           “Why you fuckin’ with that nigga, E?”

           He closed the door and replied, “Because I’m tired of niggas tryin’ to get with Evan. So many dudes from his school come over here and I can’t tell what their intentions are half the time.”

           “Man, Evan is eighteen. He’s goin’ off to college next fall. You need to chill.”

           “Hell nah, fuck that. That’s my baby brother. He too young to be doin’ anything.”

           “You bein’ overprotective.”

           “See, you always say that shit. You don’t have a brother, especially one that’s gay and feminine, so you don’t get it. I gotta treat Evan almost like a sister. That means every lil’ nigga that come through here is gonna get screened by me. And if they hurt him then I’m fuckin’ them up. You know I don’t play when it comes to baby bro.”

           “Yeah, I know.”

           For as long as I could remember, Eric had been like a bodyguard for Evan. He really was overprotective and I kind of understood why. Evan was cute and had that innocent look. Dudes were always liking his Instagram pics and leaving comments on them, so I could only imagine how many probably hit him up privately. I’m sure there were many dudes who wanted to fuck him, but he seemed to be keeping that phat booty locked up for the right nigga. I hid it well but I wanted to be his nigga so bad. Just thinking about him would get me hard.

           “Did you hear what I said?” Eric asked me, snapping me back into reality.

           “Nah,” I told him. “What?”

           “I said you gotta bounce. I need to take a shower and then head on out to pick up Phaedra. I gotta take her out to eat and to a movie tonight.”

           “Oh, my bad. I’ll be out then.” I picked up my bottle of Gatorade and went back over to the door. “I’ll hit you up later, bruh.”

           “A’ight, Don.” He gave me some dap and then I left the house.

           Instead of going home, I headed to the gym. I liked to get in at least two hours of gym time every day. I’ve always been a skinny ass nigga but I keep my body toned by lifting some weights and running on the treadmill for cardio. So after the gym, I finally headed to my apartment. I’d been living on my own for almost four years. I moved out of my mama’s house after finishing tech school and getting my job at a car mechanic, paint and body shop. I made good money fixing on cars and repairing them after accidents. Once I got my own place, I did whatever I wanted to do; especially when it came to sex.

           To be honest, I didn’t really have a type. I fooled around with women of all sizes, gay dudes both feminine and masculine, and I had a special thing for transwomen. I guess I didn’t have a type because sex was just sex to me. I could become attracted to someone just by looking into their eyes and noticing how their eyes light up while they’re talking to me. I knew exactly what I wanted from someone sexually immediately after meeting them. And I’d already make up excuses in my head for why I wouldn’t want to be serious with them after the sex. I was a playa but I didn’t lead anyone on. Well, at least not intentionally.

           “Hey Adonis,” said Trisha, the sexy dark skinned chick who had recently moved into the apartment below mine.

           “Wassup ma,” I said back with a smile. I could tell by the look in her eye that she wanted the dick. I wanted the pussy just as bad. “You lookin’ good today, as usual.”

           “Thank you.” She looked me up and down and licked her lips. Just as she was about to say something else, her door opened and some tall and thick nigga stepped out.

           “Trisha,” he said angrily, “get yo ass in here and check on this food. It’s about to burn up.” He noticed me standing there. “Who is this?”

           “I’m your neighbor from upstairs,” I said. “Wassup, bruh?” I extended my hand for him to shake but he didn’t.

           “Calvin, where are your manners?” Trisha asked him.

           “Is this really your neighbor from upstairs? Because I know you ain’t fuckin’ around with side niggas again.”

           “He really lives upstairs, Calvin. Damn, you always gotta be so fuckin’ extra.” She turned her attention back to me. “I’m sorry, Adonis. Don’t even pay him any attention. I’ll talk to you later.”

           “A’ight.” I headed over to the stairs and as I ascended them, I could hear Trisha and Calvin arguing. I laughed to myself but stopped when I reached the top of the stairs and saw Evan waiting at my door. He was wearing short shorts that rode up into his perfect ass, something he hadn’t been wearing earlier at his house. My dick started to get hard. “Evan, what you doin’ here?”

                                         Evan Campbell

           “I need to talk to you about something,” he said.

           “How did you get here?”

           “I got my friend Leena to drop me off.”

           “What do you need to talk to me about? Is it about Eric?”

           “No, it’s about…” He stopped and rolled his eyes before asking, “Can we just go inside first?”

           “Okay.” I pulled out my key and unlocked the door. I then opened it and stepped inside. After he was inside, I closed and relocked the door. “A’ight, wassup?”

           “First, I need to know that you won’t mention any of this to my brother.”

           “Huh?”

           “Promise me that whatever I say to you will stay between us, Adonis.”

           “Okay.”

           “No, I need to hear you say it. Say that you promise not to tell Eric anything.”

           “I promise not to tell Eric. Now what’s goin’ on?”

           He looked up into my eyes and softly admitted, “I saw what you did.”

           “What? You saw me do what?”

           “This.” He reached into the right pocket of my shorts and pulled out the pair of purple underwear I’d taken from his room.

           “Whoa, I got an explanation for that. You see…”

           “Adonis, it’s okay. Seeing you take these just confirmed what I already knew.”

           “And what’s that?”

           “You want me.”

           Okay, I had to be dreaming. I pinched myself hoping to wake up in my bed but nope, it was real. My best friend’s little brother knew that I was attracted to him. He knew that I’d taken his panties with me and had been walking around with them in my pocket. I was embarrassed and turned on at the same time. But I knew I couldn’t let my horniness mess with my judgement.

           “I don’t know what you’re talkin’ about,” I lied.

           “Please don’t try that. I notice the way you look at me, Adonis. I see that look in your eye.” He placed his hand on my bare abs. “You want to fuck me, don’t you?”

           There was no stopping my dick at that point. I grew stiff in a matter of seconds. I looked away from him and explained, “I do look at you but I know not to touch. I can never do that.”

           “Why not? Because I’m Eric’s little brother?”

           “Yes.”

           He ran his hands up my abs to my chest and told me, “I’m eighteen now. I have waited for you as long as you’ve probably been waiting for me. I want you to be my first.”

           “Your first?” I pulled away from him. “You’re a virgin?”

           “Yeah.”

           “But what about all those dudes that hit you up on Instagram and Facebook?”

           “I don’t want them.”

           “And that lil’ Tyreke nigga that came over your house earlier?”

           “What about him? Adonis, I don’t want some immature boy to be my first. I want my first experience to be with a man who knows what to do.” He looked down at my hard-on. “I want some grown man dick.”

           “Evan, we can’t do this. If Eric finds out…”

           “He won’t find out. He’s preoccupied with Phaedra and won’t even notice anything.” He pulled the string on my basketball shorts and loosened them. He then reached into them and grabbed my hard dick.

           “What is you doin’?”

           “It’s so big and heavy.”

           I backed away from him again before saying, “Nah, this ain’t right.”

           “What’s not right about it? Adonis, we are both adults. We both have needs. I think you are the sexiest man I’ve ever laid eyes on. I’ve felt that way for a long time. And I know you want me. So how is it wrong?”

           “Your first time should be special, Evan. It should be with a nigga who you want to be your boyfriend after the fact. I can’t be your boyfriend because your brother would kill me. He doesn’t even know I’m bi.”

           “He doesn’t have to know. And maybe I do want you to be my boyfriend.” He moved closer to me and sniffed around me. “Mmm, you smell so manly.”

           “I’m funky. I just got back from the gym and I need a shower. And when I get out, I want you to be gone.”

           “What? Adonis…”

           “No. We can’t do this. I like you and I think you’re sexy as hell, but you’re my homeboy’s lil’ brother and I can’t go there with you.” I backed away from him and hurried into my bathroom.

           I didn’t hear him leave as I was taking off my clothes but I figured he’d be gone by the time I stepped back out of the bathroom. Before getting into the shower, I stared at myself in the mirror for a while and tried to figure out if I was doing the right thing. I climbed into the shower and while lathering my body with soap, I realized I was still hard. It was like I’d popped a Viagra or some shit. My dick just wouldn’t go soft. My mind kept forcing me to think about how sweet his ass probably smelled and tasted. After washing my hair, I turned off the water and stepped out of the shower. I dried off and put on some lotion before wrapping my towel around my waist and leaving the bathroom.

           When I stepped back into my living room to see him completely naked and bent over on my sectional, I damn near lost my mind. His pretty bubble ass was up in the air and his head was down. My dick was already hard but now it was pulsating at the thought of being deep in that tight asshole. My mouth watered and I sniffed the air to see if it smelled like his booty. I wanted to get down on my knees and bury my face in that ass but I still wasn’t going to let my hormones control me.

           “What are you doin’?” I asked him.

           “I can lay another way if you want,” he suggested.

           “Evan, I already told you…”

           “I don’t beg anyone for anything but I will beg you, Adonis. I don’t care if it’s just for one night and I’m not even thinking about my brother right now. I need this. I need you.” He sat up and turned to face me. “So what’s it gonna be?”

           I looked down into his cute eyes and sighed before saying, “Not like this.”

           “But Adonis…”

           “I mean, not here in my livin’ room. And not with your ass up and face down. I wanna look at you when I…make love to you. Come here.” I wrapped my arms around him and hugged him. “I can’t believe this. You have to promise me that you won’t tell any of your friends about this. Nobody can know, Evan.”

           “I promise.”

           “You do?” I kept my arms around his waist as I bent down and kissed his forehead. “You promise me, baby?”

           “I promise, baby.”

           “A’ight, let’s take this to my bed.”

           I held his hand and led him into my bedroom. While he was getting comfortable on my bed, I went into my closet and grabbed my candles. I placed them around the room and lit them. I then opened my MacBook and put on some soft R&B music. I turned the lights off so that the room was only dimly lit by the candlelight. If we were going to do it, I wanted it to be as romantic as possible for him. When I climbed onto the bed beside him, he grabbed me and kissed me like we were a married couple.

           “Are you sure you wanna do this?” I asked him. “Once I take your virginity, you can’t get it back.”

           “I want this,” he assured me. “I’m ready.”

           He’d gotten me turned on physically and mentally by that point, so there was no going back and I didn’t have the strength to fight the urges any longer. I took my towel off and lied it down in case things would get messy later. I then put my lips back on his and showed him how to French kiss. I can honestly say he had the freshest breath I’d ever smelled and tasted. I swear I could kiss him for hours without losing interest. Those soft lips felt so damn good pressed against mine.

           After kissing him and sucking on his neck hard enough to leave hickeys, I began to kiss down his chest. I kissed, licked and sucked on his sexy nipples before gently nibbling on them. He let out a few moans but remained relaxed. When I made my way down to his navel, I kissed on it and circled it with my tongue a few times and he giggled. That shit was so cute that my heart skipped a beat a few times. I’d never been in bed about to have sex with somebody and found them both sexy and cute at the same time. Usually I was ready to fuck and get my nut, but it was different with Evan. It was completely different.

           “You did clean it, right?” I asked him.

           “Clean what?” he asked back.

           “You know…it.”

           His eyes lit up and he quickly answered, “Yeah. My friend Donnell told me all about Fleet and I have been practicing with it for weeks. I’m sure that it’s all good to go.”

           “Good, because I ain’t never been painted before.”

           “Painted?”

           “You don’t wanna know.” I laughed and then resumed tasting his sexy body.

           Once I got to his thick thighs, I softly caressed them and kissed them. His moans became a little more high-pitched and his breathing became a little louder. I could tell by the fact that his dick was getting hard that I’d turned him on as much as he’d turned me on. I grabbed his thighs and spread them. I then pushed them up so that his pretty pink asshole was exposed to me. It looked extremely tight and he’d shaved every bit of hair from around it. My first instinct was to get the scent of it. I’d never smelled an ass or pussy so fresh and sweet. I kissed it a few times and he made it pucker.

           “You ain’t never let a nigga taste this ass?” I asked him.

           “Never,” he answered.

           “That’s a shame. Ass like this deserves to be eaten.”

           I kissed that pretty asshole again before rimming it with my tongue and sucking on it like candy. He jumped a few times as he got used to the way I was tasting him. It usually took me a little time to get in my zone while eating pussy or ass but I found myself being hypnotized by Evan’s ass. The way it looked, its scent, and its flavor blew my mind. I hoped that the scent of it would be in my beard for at least a day. I got turned on even more when I noticed how wet my tongue had gotten him. I pressed my thumb up against it and some of the wetness oozed out.

           By that point, I had him moaning like a girl. Every now and then he’d move his lower body up and down to match how I was licking him. His hands would grip my shoulders or he’d grab the top of my head, causing me to eat him more passionately than I already was. At one point, he clinched up and started shaking. Goosebumps formed all over his body. I didn’t know what had happened until I looked up and saw cum dripping from his dick onto his navel. He’d obviously been jacking off while I was eating him out.

           “Sorry,” he said with a giggle. “I couldn’t hold it.”

           “Damn boo,” I said with a laugh. “It’s cool. Try to keep from doin’ that though or you not gonna be able to take the dick.” I rubbed on his asshole with my middle finger. “You wanna taste this dick?”

           “Yeah.”

           “Come taste it then.” I sat against the headboard and he sat up and grabbed my dick. “You practice suckin’ before?”

           He giggled and replied, “Yeah, with a banana.”

           “Cool. Show me what you learned.”

           He played with my dick in his hands for a little while and then started kissing on it. Precum forced its way out of the head and rolled down the shaft. After licking up and down the shaft and tasting my precum, he started sucking on the head. Just having his pretty lips wrapped around the head of my dick was enough to blow my mind. I thought he’d just suck the head but to my surprise he was able to suck midway down the shaft without gagging. That banana practice really paid off for him.

           “Ah,” I moaned. “Yeah baby, suck that dick.”

           He squeezed them lips on my dick and sucked all the way down to the base and held it until he gagged and had to come up for air. The long string of saliva connecting his lips to my dick drove me crazy. That definitely got me riled up and ready to deep dick his ass, but I knew not to rush it. I sat there patiently as he continued to pleasure me with his newfound oral skills. As he sucked me, I played with my nipples with one hand and caressed my balls with the other.

           “Look up at me,” I ordered.

           He looked up into my eyes while sucking me and my heart skipped a beat. There was something about that look in his eye combined with the fact that my dick was tapping his tonsils that made me want him more and more. I let him suck me for a little while longer before I sat up and made him bend over with his ass up in the air. I shoved my face in between his fat butt cheeks and ate his ass from the back like there was no tomorrow. I was eating him so aggressively that he tried to pull away from me a few times but I had him pinned down.

           “Stick your finger in it,” he told me.

           I licked my index finger and then slowly began pushing it inside of him. His tightness was unbelievable. It took a lot of effort and patience on my part to work my finger into him. He tensed up a few times but was able to remain relaxed. With my finger deep inside him, I gently massaged the area that I hoped was his prostate. I must’ve had it right because he started moaning and his asshole tightened up on my finger.

           “You like that?” I asked him.

           “Yeah, baby,” he replied with a moan. “Ooh, Adonis.”

           “That’s right, say my name.” I smacked his butt cheeks with my free hand and he jumped a little. “You ready for some dick?”

           “Mmm hmm.”

           “I’ma take it easy on you, okay?”

           “Okay.”

           I turned him over and then kissed him again. I needed him to keep as calm as possible. I’d never taken anyone’s virginity before so I needed him to stay relaxed so that I wouldn’t freak out. After kissing and holding him for a while, I climbed off the bed and went over to my closet to get my KY and a condom. I went back over and sat them down on my nightstand. Just as I was about to pick up the condom, he stopped me.

           “I want it to be natural,” he said to me. “I know we have to use the lubricant but the condom…”

           “I ain’t never fucked without one, Evan. I don’t even know what it feels like to be in some ass or pussy without one.”

           “You’re clean, right?”

           “Yeah.”

           “Then there’s no problem.”

           “But what if I get too excited and I nut up in you?”

           “I want you to cum inside me. I wanna feel it. It’s not like I can get pregnant.” He giggled and I couldn’t help but laugh at him. He was so fucking cute.

           “A’ight, you want it raw?”

           “Yes.”

           “Raw dawg?”

           He laughed out loud and said, “Yes, Adonis.”

           “I got you, boo. Ya man got you.”

           I picked up the bottle of KY and then climbed back on the bed. I squirted some out onto my dick and then put some on my index and middle fingers. While I fingered him and lubed the inside of his ass, he tugged on my lubricated dick. When I was able to get two fingers inside him without him flinching, I wiped my hands on the towel and then got in between his legs. I pushed his legs forward and made him place his feet on my chest as I teased his virgin asshole with my dick. It was begging for my dick, and my dick was ready to be inside it.

           Slowly and carefully, I pushed the head into the extreme tightness. It took me about seven different tries before I got it in. He bit his bottom lip and stared up into my eyes as I entered him as gently as possible. He tensed up and started flinching so I eased up and put my dick on pause for a second. I kissed his pretty feet and then parted his legs and put them around my waist. Without pushing more of my dick into him, I bent down and kissed his lips.

           “You okay, baby?” I asked him.

           “Yeah,” he answered.

           “You sure? We can stop if you want.”

           “No, keep going.”

           “You’re so tight, baby. I don’t wanna hurt you.”

           “I can take it, Adonis. Keep going, baby.”

           I kissed him a few more times before pulling up and getting back to what I was doing. I never knew how much patience had to be involved when dealing with a virgin. I had to take a break every time I got an inch of my dick into his ass. He would breathe real heavy at first and then he’d relax and his asshole would loosen up a bit. It took forever, but I finally got all ten and a half inches inside of him. With all of it in him, I paused and let him get comfortable with it. Feeling his anal muscles tighten and loosen on my dick almost made me nut too quick but I was able to fight it off. My dick had never been in ass or pussy that tight before, especially without a condom, so it was definitely a unique experience.

           As he continued to get used to my presence inside of him, I couldn’t help but notice how sexy it was watching him try to take my dick. He’d gasp or jump or scratch the fuck out of me, and it just made me hornier. I had to pull out of him a couple of times because he couldn’t take it. I’d lick his asshole and kiss it until he calmed down and then I’d slide my dick back in and slow stroke him. I was actually surprised that he hadn’t tapped out by that point because I was opening him up. Just as I was about to pull out of him again, he grabbed my ass and kept me deep inside of him.

           “Don’t take it out,” he said almost in a whisper. “I think you’re in my spot.”

           “Yo spot?” I asked with a smile. “How you got a spot and it’s your first time?”

           “I don’t know but…it feels amazing.” He smiled and closed his eyes. “Yeah, keep going like that. Ooh, Adonis. Shit!”

           He kept one hand on my ass and used the nails of the other hand to dig into my back. He scratched me a few times and I loved it. I’d never been scratched before by a girl or a dude so I was really getting turned on by it. In return, I sucked on his neck to give him more hickeys. Sucking on his neck must have distracted him because he didn’t notice that I’d started a rhythm. I thrust into him and gyrated while deep inside of him before pulling back and repeating. He finally reopened his eyes and looked into mine.

           “You like my ass?” he asked.

           “Hell yeah,” I answered.

           “Then make it yours, baby. Make it yours, Adonis. Ooh!”

           His moans were already driving me near the edge, but it was the way his tight asshole gripped my dick that drove me insane. His ass seemed like the perfect snug place for my dick and it had me so addicted. I picked up the pace and started fucking him like he wasn’t a virgin and he grabbed onto me and scratched me up some more. The deeper and harder I fucked him, the more he scratched me. I looked into his eyes again and saw they were filled with tears.

           “I’m hurtin’ you?” I asked, stopping with my dick halfway inside him.

           “No,” he told me. “Keep going. You’re gonna make me cum!”

           I started fucking him again and he clenched onto me tight. The tears rolled down the sides of his face and he took a deep inhale and let out the loudest moan. I didn’t realize what had happened until I felt something warm and sticky in between us. I looked down to see he’d busted a nut from his dick being rubbed between my abs and his stomach. His asshole tightened up on my dick but I managed to push deep into him. He placed both his hands on my ass and kept me in place while he thrusted up a little. It didn’t take long before I felt the most incredible sensation I’d ever felt. I knew by how it was starting that I’d never forget it.

           “Evan,” I called out. “Ah, baby!”

           My whole body locked up and I was having spasms like crazy while my dick was pumping a huge load of cum deep inside of him. My toes curled up and I felt like I was about to pass out. He would make a subtle move and it would make me jump because my dick was super sensitive after that. I tried to calm down but every time I tried to pull my dick out of him, the sensitivity got me. I finally gave up and just left it inside him as I collapsed on top of him. He kissed the side of my face and rubbed my back. His legs were still wrapped around my waist. After kissing and calming down, I was finally able to pull my now semi-hard dick out of him.

           “Oh my God,” I said as I rolled over on my back. “If I woulda known you was gonna make me cum like that I woulda skipped the gym.”

           He laughed before asking, “How was your first time without a condom?”

           “All I can say is now I know why people prefer it without them. Fuck!” I let out a long exhale and then sat up with my back against my headboard.

           “Smart move putting the towel down. Look at that wet spot.”

           “I was expectin’ worse. You was right though, that ass was clean. Damn you got some bomb ass, baby.” I kissed him again. “I feel like sleepin’ now.”

           “Boy, you gotta take me home.”

           “I know, I know.” I looked into those cute eyes again. “So, how was your first time?”

           “Everything I thought it would be. Well, I didn’t think I’d end up having two orgasms. Adonis, thank you.”

           “Thank me? Shit, thank you. That was the best sex I’ve ever had.”

           “Okay, you don’t have to lie. I know you got fed up waiting for me to be able to take it.”

           “I’m for real. I’ve never lost control like that before. You done scratch me up and shit.” I laughed and he giggled. “You wanna take a bath with me?”

           “Yeah.”

           “Come on.”

           We hopped off my bed and after I blew out the candles, we went into my bathroom together. I filled the tub with hot water and then climbed in. He climbed in and sat down facing me. We cleaned each other with the bar of soap and then he turned around and sat in between my legs with his back against my chest. I wrapped my arms around him from behind and held him. And that’s when I began to think about Eric for the first time since before the sex.

           “I feel bad for doin’ my homeboy like this,” I admitted. “I really do feel bad. I don’t regret it but…”

           “I know,” he said. “I understand. I’m sorry I put you in this position but you don’t understand how much I needed this, Adonis.”

           “No, I get it. You were ready and only you know when you’re ready.”

           “Exactly.”

           “I’m still surprised that you wanted it to be with me. You were right, I have wanted you for a long time but I never once thought it would actually happen.”

           “I chose you because I always felt this electricity between us. We have chemistry and it would’ve been stupid to keep fighting it off. Eventually, it would’ve happened anyway.”

           “My only question is do we need to end it tonight or do we keep goin’? Because before we did it, I told myself it would be a one-time thing but now…” I sighed. “I don’t even know what I’m sayin’ right now.”

           “If you wanna be my man then just say it. If not, I’d understand. I’m mature enough to handle a one-night stand.”

           “In any other circumstance, I’d be your man in a heartbeat. I’d love on you and wife you, for real. I’ve never been in a relationship before but I’d be willin’ to be yours and yours only. But I can’t, Evan. Your brother would probably be cool with me bein’ bisexual. I know he would. But he’d fuckin’ snap if he knew how I feel about you.”

           He turned to look at me and asked, “And how do you feel?”

           “I love you. I’ve been fallin’ for you all this time and tonight, I know that I love you. I can see us bein’ together and not just makin’ love all the time. I guess…” I stopped and looked away from his eyes for a second before continuing, “I guess it just ain’t meant to be.”

           “I’m okay with that, Adonis.” He turned back and rested his head on my chest. “And for the record, I love you, too.”

           After soaking in the tub together for almost an hour, we climbed out and dried off. I rubbed lotion on his body and he did the same for me. He went into the living room to put his clothes back on and I put on a clean pair of sweatpants and a tank top. We were quiet as we left my apartment and went downstairs to the parking lot. We climbed into my car and didn’t say a word to each other all the way to his house. When we got there, I parked out front and noticed Eric’s car wasn’t there.

           “I guess big bro is still on his date with Phaedra,” I joked.

           “He’s probably gonna spend the night with her,” he said while looking out of his window. He then turned towards me and said, “Thanks again for tonight. I’ll never forget it.”

           “Me either.”

           “You can keep both pair of my underwear, you freak.” He laughed and I smiled. “I left the ones I wore to your apartment on your sofa.”

           “Thank you. I’ll have somethin’ to remember you by.”

           “Boy, you’ll see me all the time.”

           “Yeah, but it won’t be the same. Nothin’ will ever be the same again.”

           “True but at least we’ll always have tonight. It’s special and secret and no one can take that away.” He leaned over into my seat and hugged me. “Goodnight, Adonis.” He kissed my cheek and then quickly backed away and hopped out of the car.

           As I watched him walk up the walkway to the front door, I smiled and said to myself, “Goodnight, boo.” I waited until he was inside the house before I put my car in gear and sped off into the night.

[Disclaimer]: Pictures used do not reflect the sexuality or personality of people in the pictures. They only serve as visual examples of the characters.

          I was in the middle of a sex drought, so every single dick print in a pair of sweatpants or shorts caught my full attention. That’s why when I first saw him walking in my neighborhood, I knew I had to test his sexy ass. I’d never seen him around before in my South Philly neighborhood but I could tell just by looking at him that he was a Philly nigga, and if he was a Philly nigga, that meant I could work my magic on him. I waited until he turned a corner up the block before I hurried downstairs and out of my house. I jumped in my car and decided to do a little routine that I hadn’t done in forever.

          When I turned down the street he’d walked to, I pulled up to the sidewalk and coasted alongside him. He was a tall dark-skinned brotha with a massive dick print in his sweatpants. I could tell he was hiding a nice body under those baggy clothes, too. He looked mean as fuck but anybody from around the way could tell that was just one of them Philly nigga fronts. I knew better.

          “Wassup,” I called out to him.

          He kept walking but looked over at me and asked, “Yeah?”

          “You need a ride?”

          “Nah son, I’m good.”

          “Where you goin’ to?”

          “Nigga, do I know you?”

          “No but…”

          “Then why you fuckin’ with me?”

          “Bruh, I’m just tryin’ to give you a ride. Looks like you been walkin’ for a minute. If you really wanna walk all the way to where you gotta be then…”

          “I ain’t got no gas money. I ain’t got money at all.”

          “Consider it a favor.”

          He gave me a long look and then stopped walking so I stopped the car. He stepped off the sidewalk and walked around the front of my car and climbed in on the passenger side. After he closed the door, I pulled back out onto the street. I looked over at him and asked, “Where to?”

          “My babymama house. She stay at them townhouses over on Hartranft & Chaucer.”

          “Not far from the CVS?”

          “Yeah.”

          “Those are some nice townhouses.”

          “Some sugar daddy nigga payin’ her bills out there and she said I could stay with her and our son for a lil’ bit.”

          “Sounds like a good deal.”

          “Hell yeah. I can’t wait to get up in that pussy. It’s been a minute.” He looked at me and laughed a little. “I can tell you don’t know nothin’ about that though.”

          “Damn, is it that obvious?”

          “Nigga, I could tell you was gay when you first rolled up on me.”

          “And you still got in the car?”

          “Hey, a ride is a ride. Especially a free one.”

          “Well, I said it was a favor but I didn’t say it was one hundred percent free.” I glanced over at him and his smile faded.

          “What you mean by that?”

          “I was thinkin’ more of an I scratch your back if you scratch mine kind of thing.”

          “My dude, I ain’t gay. I don’t even think of niggas like that and if you think…”

          “Chill. I didn’t say anything about you being gay, man. Why you gotta jump to that just because I’m gay?”

          “Because…bruh what do you want?”

          “First, we need to at least know each other’s names. I’m Devonte.”

          He sighed before telling me, “I’m Tobias, man.”

          “Okay, now that that’s out of the way…” I took a deep breath before continuing. “I wanna suck your dick.”

          It was the summer so there weren’t many students on-campus or even in Tulsa unless they had an apartment there like me. I was taking two classes that summer and doing my work-study job in the university athletic center. On the weekends I also worked in Wal-Mart doing late-night stocking, but my favorite job was my work-study job. I got to see some of the sexiest student-athletes that played for the school’s basketball and football teams. I especially liked that I got to see Sherrod Mills.

          Sherrod was our school’s star running back. All of my friends—male and female—were crazy about the lighter skinned players on the football and basketball teams but I was crazy about Sherrod’s sexy beautiful ass. Everything about him turned me on, from his full lips down to his big feet. I guess the main reason why I had the biggest crush on him was because he was one of only a handful of student-athletes that actually spoke to me in the gym. I’d be training someone or about to do some workouts for myself and he’d say hey or ask how I’ve been. As if being sexy as fuck wasn’t enough, he just had to be nice.

          So one Friday morning, I had just finished up helping one of the women track runners work on her legs when Sherrod walked by slowly. As he was passing me, I looked down at his shorts and saw his dick moving. It was soft but I could tell it was big. I didn’t mean to look for as long as I did but I’d never been able to see his dick print in shorts or sweatpants before. He had to have been free balling that day. At first, I thought he noticed me looking but then he smiled and threw his hand up to be polite. I waved back and once he was gone, I let out a sigh of relief.

          “I don’t see how you do it, Julani,” my friend Lenny said to me as we stood in the gym lobby. “I couldn’t be around all those fine ass niggas like that.”

          “I’m used to it,” I told him. “I played football and basketball in high school. I wasn’t that good at either but they taught me how to control my urges.”

          “I’m pretty sure some of them looked at your booty without you knowing. I mean, it is fat as hell. You need to teach me how to do some squats to get mine like that.”

          “Okay but first you need to eat something other than salads.” I laughed.

          He laughed and joked, “Fuck you, bitch.”

          “I’ma go grab my stuff from my locker. I’ll be right back.”

          I hit the stairs and took them down to the underground level, where the locker rooms were. Since I worked there, I had my own locker that had a plaque with my name on it. I entered the men’s locker room and when I got to my locker, I was surprised to see a note hanging halfway out of it. I looked around to make sure nobody was up to anything. I then pulled the note out and unfolded it and read it. It simply said: When you get alone, text me at 918-555-4232. I wanted to ball it up and throw it in the trash but something told me to hang on to it. After grabbing my stuff, I went back up to the lobby.

          “You wanna grab some late breakfast on the way to my apartment?” Lenny asked.

          “Nah, I got some studying to do,” I told him. “I’m just gonna drop you off and then head over to my place to study before my class later today.”

          “Okay.”

          We left the athletic center and after I dropped him off, I headed to my apartment. That stupid note really had me tripping. I knew it was just someone fucking around with me because I’m openly gay, but I was so curious to see if it was really something else. Without thinking on it too much, I took out my phone and texted the number to see who it was.

          It had been a long ass day, and anybody that works in retail knows what I’m talking about. So it had been one of those days and I was just relieved as fuck to finally be home. After kicking my shoes off, I went over to my bed and collapsed on it. I then picked up my remote and turned on my TV. Just as I was about to order—I damn sure wasn’t gonna cook after the day I’d had—a pizza and some hot wings, my phone started vibrating. I picked it up to see I had an Instagram notification. I opened my Instagram app and damn near dropped my phone when I saw it was a DM from datlongdicc_94 aka my homegirl KeKe’s ex-boyfriend, Marlon Jessup. I’d never had a conversation beyond the typical “wassup” or “hey” with this boy in my life! Why had this nigga waltzed into my DMs on a Friday afternoon?

          To be fully honest, I was getting annoyed. A part of me wanted to snap and cuss this nigga out, but then I remembered he owned several guns and hung out with some ruthless ass niggas. I’m not a dumbass so I kept my cool.

          “Kaleb,” my stepdad Leonard called out from downstairs. “Boy, get down here!” I could tell by his tone that he was upset about something. I finished the comic book I was reading before leaving my room and going downstairs to the kitchen. He was standing there holding a full trash bag. “Boy, didn’t I tell you to take this trash out this morning?”

          “I was going to,” I explained. “I’m meeting up with my friends later and I was gonna take it out on my way out later.”

          “Oh, you’re meeting up with your friends, huh?”

          “Yeah.”

          “Not anymore. You’re grounded.”

          “For what?”

          “For not doing what I say. Now take this trash out right now.”

          “This isn’t fair.”

          “What?” He took a step towards me. “I didn’t hear you. What did you say?”

          “I said…” I stopped myself and gave up. “I’m sorry.”

          “Yeah, that’s what I thought you said. I don’t know what’s been going on with you lately, but you better cut it out. You’re not in college yet. You’re still living under my roof which means you do what I say. You got that?”

          “Yes, sir.”

          “And don’t even think about going to your mother to get off of punishment. The baby is gonna be due in a few weeks and she doesn’t need the stress.”

          “Yes, sir.” I took the trash from him and stepped out of the kitchen patio doors.

          I will forever hate the day my mama met Leonard back when I was nine. He was the worst stepdad anyone could ask for. Not only was he mean to me all the time, but it also seemed like he made it his mission to fuck with me on a day-to-day basis. In the beginning, I had hope that their relationship wouldn’t last and it would go back to how it was, just me and mama. However, by their eighth anniversary, I gave up. And then mama got pregnant so I knew there was no chance in hell they’d get a divorce anytime soon.

          So after taking the trash out, I went back upstairs to my room. I texted my friends and told them I wouldn’t be meeting up with them at the arcade. I was so mad that I could barely see straight. My whole fucking day was ruined for nothing. Instead of playing games at the arcade and then getting pizza with my friends, I was gonna be stuck up in my room reading comics. Life truly sucks sometimes.

                                       Me (Kaleb Moore)

          My sister’s best friend and roommate Cody Butler was always hitting on me. He hit on me before I moved in with them but it got worse once I moved in. They only had a two-bedroom house, so I slept on the sofa that was also a pullout bed. I honestly didn’t have too much of a problem with him but sometimes he did go too far. Like one day while I was doing sit-ups on the living room floor, he kept walking in and out of the kitchen just to see me shirtless and sweaty. And then there was the time he accidentally walked in on me taking a piss and saw my dick. After seeing my dick, he started hitting on me more than he already was.

          I never brought it up to my sister because I knew she’d say he’s harmless or wouldn’t care, so I just looked over him and kept it to myself. I was straight and I figured he’d one day realize there was no chance of me ever fucking him. So one Friday I was in this badass girl’s DMs on Instagram trying to get her to let me fuck her when Cody walked into the living room wearing nothing but a cap on his head. He’d done some crazy shit around me but walking around naked was where I had to draw the line.

          “Cody, what are you doing?” I asked, looking away from him. “Why the fuck are you naked right now?”

          “I don’t have any clean clothes and we’re out of laundry detergent,” he told me.

          “Man, I can let you borrow a pair of my shorts or something. This shit is ridiculous.”

          “Your clothes wouldn’t fit me, Al.”

          “You can tighten the strings on the shorts.”

          “I actually wanna be naked. Before you moved in I used to walk around here naked all the time when Andrea wasn’t here.”

          “Well, Andrea’s not here but I am so can you please put on something.”

          “Nope. There are some things in life you’re just gonna have to deal with.” He went into the kitchen.

          Even though he was making me uncomfortable, I didn’t wanna start any drama. If I called my sister, I knew she’d just take his side and say I was wrong somehow. She didn’t want me to move in any way. I put my focus back on trying to get some pussy. The girl sent me some sexy naked pics and pics of her playing with her pussy. I needed to get out of the house and she was definitely a good escape. I asked if I could come over but she didn’t respond. I sent her two more messages and she still didn’t respond. My dick was hard from seeing the pics she’d sent, and now she was playing games.

                                              Me (Alvin)