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?