Dear Black Jesus, Why did you make me a slut!!

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Hey Kids!

I know I've been gone for a minute BUT I promise it was for good reason. But I'm not going to bore my one reader with that information. Let's get to the Tea!!

So I've been trying to tame my slut spirit over the holidays. I spoke previously about having a whore spirit. I'm off for two weeks and for some reason the slut in me thinks it's time to GET. IT. IN! But after sooo many years doing hookups and having causal sex maybe it's time to start thinking about more important things. Like actually getting out there and trying this thing called "love" again. But every time I think that's what I'm going to do the devil decides to tempt me and my slut spirit always seems to take me over! For example, you all have been to the bookstore and been approached by a tall handsome sexually frustrated husband/father who just wants to feel someone's mouth on his big cock while you're shopping for the new ESPN body edition, right? (Crickets) 

And you try to ignore his subtle glances and not so subtle crouch adjustments. I mean this man can't possibly know I love sucking Dick, right? (Blank stare) 

You think you've successfully ignored his advancements because he disappears. Then next thing you know he's right beside you pretending to look at the same mags as you. (Sir I know you not looking at Martha Stewart Living and Rachel) 

He moves across you and says "excuse me bro" as he picks up a magazine that he would have to cross in front of you to get. You catch a wiff of his scent and it stirs awake the slut in you. Because you can admire and ignore a fine man but a fine man that smells like a mixture of man and the subtle hint of a nice cologne and the force awakens! 

I looked up from what I was pretending to read and told him "oh no problem playa." (Hey I'm a hot gay nerd I'm not ashamed to admit my pickup lines and flirting needs some work)

I offered him a smile and a little lick of my lips, which is what I knew drew him to me in the first place. That gave him the confirmation he was looking for. He made sure he turned towards me while pretending to read and thrusted out his large bulge. Since the slut in me had taken over I looked straight at what he wanted me to look at and my mouth started watering and lips became really wet. I looked up and saw him smiling at me staring at him and his bulge started getting bigger. He had me and he knew it. 

I met his glaze and he nodded for me to follow him. As I turned to follow him out the BN I sighed because I knew that in a few minutes I'd be deep throating another strange man AGAIN and I was overcome with excitement. 

Cut to us behind the shopping center in a dark corner with a little safety light giving a little light. No words exchanged just me getting in place and him sticking his manhood in my mouth and releasing a series of moans just to finally get that warm wet mouth feeling he'd clearly been denied. I felt bad for him. I mean what kind of prudish tired woman is he married too that doesn't want to take this fine ass man's 9 thick inches deep in her mouth every time he walks in the door? So I let him instruct me and guide my actions so that he could get his Christmas wish. 

After about 5 minutes he tightened up, gripped my head real tight and forced himself all the way to the base, yelled "FUCK I'M CUMMING." and he busted what felt like a pint of warm creamy substance down my throat. I milked him with my throat and he just continued to shoot and moan holding me tightly in place the whole time. I continued to let him control things so he could enjoy his orgasm. 

After what felt like the 10 minute orgasm he finally let go of my head and pulled himself out of my mouth. He had an euphoric expression on his face like he was still in a state of pure ecstasy but had also accomplished something he'd been wanting for a long time. I asked him "if he was alright?" He just stood there in his trance blocking me in the corner so I couldn't leave. I gave him another minute or two of silence then I spoke up "umm sir is everything alright? You're blocking me in." 

He came down from his high and gave me a sexy ass smile and rubbed my lips "I knew those would be special but damn!" I just gave him an appreciative grin. (I hate compliments and small talk after nutting in these circumstances.) I started to get up so he would take the hint that this is over. He backed up and started pulling his pants up. While he was doing that I wiped my mouth and made sure I didn't have any moisture stains on my knees. He reached in his pocket and handed me a couple $20s. I refused and told him "I'm a slut not a whore. Don't insult me." 

He began the whole "I've never done this so I didn't know what was supposed to happen next...blah blah blah speech." I told him "word of advice next time you do this for the first time, don't offer anyone any money. Guys like me love pleasing fine man with big dicks like yourself. Don't ruin both sexual highs by being insulting with money." 

He smiled and put the money up. Took out his phone and handed it to me for my number. His wedding ring catching the little glimpses of light. I shook my head no while tapping his ring. He put his phone up said "Thank you and Merry Christmas." I nodded my head as a way to say "Ditto" we walked back to the front of the BN. I made sure he saw me go back into the store. Before I went in I turned around to see him staring at me with that sexy ass smile. I licked my lips and winked at him and walked back in the store to finish my magazine and book shopping. Secretly hoping that he got the hint that he knows where to find me. 

Now I know I'm not the only slut that something like this has happened too. But I'm starting to wonder how much longer I can do things like that without wanting something more. Maybe it's the holidays that have me feeling this way. This is the loneliest time of year for single people. (so they say) 

Maybe I should of exchanged numbers with that man for some more secret encounters. No. I did the right thing. Hopefully this encounter has tamed the slut in me long enough for me to figure out how to kill that bitch! 

So I've got to ask do you believe a slut can become a housewife/husband? 

Vacation 2015

(This post first created 7/5/2015)


Hey Kids!!

If you have not seen the clip above...you need to watch! Key and Peele are a hilarious duo and show.  My friends and I were quoting this all last weekend during Gay Pride in NYC after the supreme court ruling...lol "We getting married!!"

SOooo I finally had a vacation after about a year and a half.  I'm sure my one fan will probably say that I've had plenty of time off from work because of school breaks and going home to NC to visit family, etc.  Ummm that's not a vacation to me.  A vacation to me is when I plan to go somewhere, save my money to get there and then do nothing but lay on a beach or by a pool or get drunk and meet new people in cities I don't live in or were born/grew up in.   So this year being the first year in I can't even remember how long I was not taking any summer classes or having to do school work, etc. I was able to really enjoy myself.  I went to a resort in Cancun, Mexico for a dear friend's 50th birthday.  That was a lot of fun!  If you have never stayed at an all inclusive resort I HIGHLY recommend it!  I mean top self liquor and food anytime I wanted it!  And best of all...it was already paid for!  Yeah I had a mini orgasm a couple hours after I got there and had already had about 5 Grey Gooses on the rocks and realized that I hadn't even made it to my room yet and that I had 4 other days to go.  It was a great time...met some hot guys and made some new friends...all in all a wonderful trip.

Once I got back from Mexico, I hopped on a plane and went to NYC and Philly for a week.  So Philly was interesting I actually got a chance to see more of Philly than the tourist spots like Independence Hall and the Liberty Bell, which I have been to more than I care to mention.  I stayed with one of my buddies who just moved there from Atlanta.  I was there for a couple days.  Nothing really to report while there except that Uber and I became besties lol.

After a couple days in Philly, I headed to New York City. Instead of taking the train I decided to give MegaBus a try. Now I was very concerned about MegaBus because it's cheap and it's become very popular. And that's usually a recipe for disaster. You know certain elements love to partake in cheap popular things lol. So I did make sure I got a reserved seat, which was the best decision I made that entire week. There was wifi and power outlets on the bus and the best part of all the guy who ended up in the seat beside was soooo cute and soooo my type. We sparked a conversation over the power outlets and ended up in his hotel room once we got to NYC!! 

Okay let me stop. That's what I wanted to happen lol. What really happened was neither one of spoke to the other. I didn't get any gay vibes from him so I took it he was straight. When I was struggling to get my phone plugged up in one of the outlets he offered his assistance. So that showed me he wasn't an asshole. He had headphones on the entire time and I know when I do that it means I don't want to be bothered so I gave him that courtesy. I put mine in too and enjoyed the scenery traveling by bus offers. It was a very relaxing ride and I'd definitely do it again. I just hope all my MegaBus experiences include a charming Bostonian bus driver complete with a thick Boston Accent and a hatred for the Yankees!


So while in NYC I met up with some friends from Houston.  A friend and his partner from Miami were also in the city ready to have a good time.  One was in town for business and the other was there for vacation (we coordinated it like that).  It was a good trip.  I didn't do all of the shenanigans that I usually do while in NYC.  I guess maybe I'm growing up.  I went to the gay pride parade for the first time and it was definitely a sight to see.  It wasn't like any gay pride parade I'd ever seen before.  I was so overwhelmed by the crowd, participants and just the over all atmosphere I became a little emotional.  So of course I held myself together because that's what all butch gay boys do.  But while eating lunch with my friends and reminiscing about the parade and in particular the PFLAG portion and a father and son came walking, embracing and showing how much they love each other and are proud of the other.  The father was holding a sign that said "I love my gay son." When I recalled that moment I could no longer hold in my emotions and had a little break down.  But luckily I was amongst close friends and they knew how to handle me in this situation.  1. Give me my space and 2. Only talk about it if I want too and never mention it again.  

But all in all it was a great trip.  Did my first Bear Booze cruise.  But it was a dry cruise for me because it was cash bar only and I only had a credit card.  But the SIGHTS both on the boat and surrounding it were worth it for me.  I love NYC and one day I'm going to see what it's like to live there.

So I got to ask, how was your summer vacation?

Don't Want To Be a Ho no Mo

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Hey Kids!

I find it so interesting that there are people out that love to have sex and want to have it all the time but they look down on people who have it all the time but with different people.  I'm bringing this up because a couple months back I was hanging out with some friends and one of them made the comment that they were dating someone new and that the guy gave such good head he instantly pegged the guy as having a "whore spirit".  Now is it right for my friend to make such a judgement?  That's the question I have for you all.  I personally felt some kind of way about it having been in that situation before with people.  It was assumed that since I am very good at what I do (not bragging just a fact) and I have no problem displaying my skills for individuals I find attractive. Regardless of how long we've known each other. But does that make me a whore?  Sadly to say I have friends in my life that would say yes.  I personally don't see the problem as long as we are both or all (no comments needed) consenting adults and are protecting ourselves who's business is it with how many people I've been with or that young man that sucked my friend like a dyson.

So tell me do you think you have a whore spirit?

Best Interest at Heart

The late great Maya Angelou had it right when she made this statement.  People will show you who they are...eventually...Sooner rather than later.  I am starting to see some things in certain people that I really don't care to see.  I'm not in the habit of spilling names but I just don't understand why people do the vindictive and malicious things they do and then try to disguise it as doing the right thing.  One thing I've learned now that I'm in my 30s is that not everyone has your best interest in sight.  

The Side Chick

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Hey Kids!

I'm in a bit of a mood today.  Now before you fussy gays, straight girls and occasional "I got lost surfing the web" straight guys try to go in on me, let me come clean...yes, at one point I was an unknowing Side Chick to someone I was completely into.  I mean I would of dropped out of school, moved to the country and lived in a trailer if he asked me too.  Well ok let's be real, I wouldn't live in a trailer but the man had me whipped.  He was cute, had swag, an incredible suckable cock and he made me laugh.  I know that doesn't sound like much for me to be ready to turn into a hill billy...but what can I say?  For a nerd like me he was just right!  And how we met kinda of added to my attraction of him as well.  It was on the first day of the class we had together during my junior year in undergrad.

I had just gotten back from Hong Kong the night before so I was still jet lagged and arrived to class late.  I remember running into the room and apologizing to my professor and I could see this man looking straight at me ginning the entire time I was talking.  The professor was one of those hard asses so he dismissed me and told me not to be late to his class again and to have a seat.  As I was looking for a seat I see him, "Ricky", moving his stuff out of the seat beside him and motioning me to come sit next to him.  That was the start of our love affair.  I was so charmed by him and intrigued.  I couldn't tell if he was flirting with me or being nice to me because he wanted me to help him with his homework.  Hell I couldn't even tell if he was gay or not.  I had NO GAYDAR back then...lol...But whatever he was doing he KNEW what he was doing.  Anyway cut to him giving me a ride home one night from class and making his move.  That kiss changed everything for me.

There would be lots of times I'd get called to come meet him somewhere or he'd want to come to my dorm room.  And we would laugh and flirt during class instead of paying attention to the professor, which I didn't need to do because I already knew everything he was teaching us.  Yeah things were great.  But I didn't connect the pieces until it was too late.  You see kids when you're a side piece there will always be pieces of information for you to connect.  You can either choose to connect them or ignore but they are there.  You see I was 20 and I didn't know what a side chick was or that I was one.  BUT I damn sure learned.

Turns out Ricky had a live in boyfriend, a girlfriend and me as his young side chick that would suck his cock whenever he snapped his fingers.  Again, I was young dumb and didn't connect those pieces.

Every time I think of that experience it makes me shake my head and thank God I am wiser now, right?  Well I thought I was but good dick (yes I had to use dick that time) will make you do some crazy things and cause you to be blind as well.  I'm a firm believer that as men we make time for the things we really want to do.  That includes seeing people we really want to see.  I realized today that I have fallen prey to that deadly predator...GOOD DICK...once again.  The man I'd like to be sexual with tonight has caused me to start connecting those pieces.  Too bad for him I'm not an idiot.  Then he would be able to keep up his facade.  I'm not upset or anything just a little disappointed.  I mean I wasn't trying to date him or anything I just wanted that dick...that's all.  I told him that...and was up front.  Why is it when you are upfront and honest with people they still feel the need to lie?

So I've got to ask...when was the last time you had to connect the pieces?

The Test Exchange

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"Ricky, why in the hell haven't you ever had a HIV test...EVER?" -Alex, Noah's Arc-

"Right...you guys never had slip ups...so no lectures please." -Ricky, Noah's Arc-

Hey Kids!!

So one of the things that I hate to do is get tested.  But I'm so crazy that I have to get tested at least...yes at least every 6 months no matter if I've had sex or not.  Now just so you know.  I do practice safe sex and the only time I have had regular raw sex is with an ex-boyfriend back in college when I first started having sex and I didn't know any better and with my last ex-boyfriend.  But I digress...

But like Rickey said "you guys never had slip ups?"

Well this guy that I've fooled around with came over in November and we were getting it on...I mean doing different positions and sweating and moaning and that was just him...lol

But after an hour and half...I needed a break.  So I told him to stop and he went to the bathroom and c and threw the condom away.  When he came back we just started talking and enjoying each other and that made him horny for more of me (and vice versa).  So he asked for some more and the next thing I remember he had me bent over and was plowing me with his big powerful cock.  We both knew he didn't have a condom on and sadly it felt so good to both of us that we didn't care.  Now luckily we did stop before he came but that still doesn't excuse our behavior because we do know better.  So unbeknownst to me he is just as crazy about catching something as myself.  After he came (loudly I might add) he was so upset with himself he didn't even help get me off like he usually does.  He just cleaned up and left, silently. He went and got an HIV test shortly after that.  Now my crazy ass just let the fact that that happened stew and bother me.  So when it came time for my 6 month test I was a little nervous this time.  Luckily everything came back negative.  But sometimes I do wish it was back in the 60s/70s were all the gays would just sleep around and not wear condoms and not have to worry about disease...Wait does that make me sound like a whore (crickets)?

So I got to ask...When was your last HIV test?

Destined for Something Greater!!

Hey Kids!

The quote above speaks so much to me.  I have been sitting around all day long literally dreading going back to work tomorrow.  I have been off work for two weeks for the holidays.  I have done literally nothing productive my entire vacation....so of course I LOVED IT!!

*side bar*
If I say literally too much it's because I've been catching up on my Parks and Recreation on netflix (it's a great show!)

But anyway back to greatness and destiny that I know you are dying to read more about...right?  (Crickets)
So I was wondering why I was getting so sad about going back to work.  I mean I did just have a long vacation.  I now know what I need to do.   Its time for me to start doing something that makes me excited about getting up and going to work in the morning.  I know this sounds like a cliche but it's the truth.  I have so many friends who love what they do for a living, so many who like what they do and even some who tolerate it enough that they've grown to secretly love what they do.  Well, I think the reason why I'm so miserable with what I'm doing is because it's not what I've been destined to do. Let me explain...

I remember a job interview I went on last year and one of the interviewers asked me "So Dr. Glenn, based on your resume and your accomplishments and qualifications I really don't see you planning to be here that long if we hire you.  I mean it seems like you are planning to do other big things, what do you plan on doing in the next couple years?"  Now to be fair I was taken back that he called me Dr. Glenn because my resume does state that I am finishing my final requirements for my doctorate, not that I have completed it.  I remember thinking that that was an odd question or a different way to put the "where do you see yourself..." question that's usually asked.

But after careful consideration I have to admit that I have put myself in this miserable state.  I've become a little complacent with teaching.  I've done it so long that I can literally do it in my sleep (seriously one time I fell asleep one day at work after a long night out and my classroom ran like clock work...lol).  But sometimes its scary to venture and go after the things that you really want.  I want a new job and I want one ASAP.  I've worked so hard to gain additional certifications and education to put myself in a better position.  And I hate to admit but I've subconsciously been waiting for something to fall into my lab like the teaching positions I've held here in Houston have done.

Although I may not have put myself out there like I should, to get a job I really wanted, I did work as hard as possible in my previous jobs.  To the point of exhaustion and extreme stress coupled with all the things going on in my personal life.  However, it led to hospital and doctor visits and eventually to being referred to a psychiatrist to monitor me for anxiety and depression medication.  Also, I've allowed my dislike for my job to give me excuses to not hanging out or doing anything not work or school related during the week.  Its put strains on friendships, family relationships and possible romantic interests or just being interested in having romantic interests at all.  I'm not going to flood this post with excuses I'm just giving a little insight.

But I do feel like I am destined for greatness in a different capacity other than teacher.  It's time for me to step out of my comfort zone and stop sitting around and feeling sorry for myself, envious of other's successes and count my blessings and get back to the me that would plan, fight and go after what I wanted.  I've been doing it all my life.  It's time to do as the quote says and let the hardships I've faced in the past prepare me for my extraordinary destiny.

So I've got to ask...Are you fulfilling your destiny?