Hopin my true muthaphukkas know, this be the realest shit I ever wrote

Someone poised the question to me...what's the freakest thing I've ever done. Wow...good question...because I've done some wild shyt. But the freakest would be letting a bisexual female fuck me with a dildo, then I fucked her in the ass, while she fucked herself with a vibrator in her pussy. She damn near exploded. But the shit was when she laid me on my back, propped my legs up, and fingered my ass while she sucked my dick until I nutted down her throat. That's a bad bitch. I'm bout to call her.

Discreet Encounter pt 1

This is a post about one of my encounters. I posted an ad on a website for an anonymous "Meat and Greet". Get it....meat and greet...not meet and greet. So i recieved a response from a guy in atlanta. I work in Stone Mountain, but didn't have a spot for us to hookup at. Well we exchanged numbers and he met me at my job. I followed him to some townhomes that were under construction. One phase was finished and the units were open. We parked and went inside as if we were interested in looking. Once we looked in all the closets and rooms to ensure privacy I went down on his dick. He was nice and thick not too long, not too short. We took off our pants and shorts, he put on a magnum and worked himself in me. I usually inhale some poppers to take the edge off, but the excitement of being somewhere we didn't have any business made my adrenaline rush. He moved to the toliet and sat down, I mounted his 7 inch throne. He tried to kiss me but hell no...I don't know u like that. Funny huh? We moved to the sink and I propped up with my legs up while he pounded me. Damn it felt good...I started jackin my dick, he started grunting and I knew what time it was....he pulled out and sprayed his seed everywhere but on me. Good. I kept jackin and I shot a fat load. We got up...washed up(running water, in a vacant townhome..how convenient) said no words except...Take it easy...walked out. Drove off.

Analyze This

You know, I hear alot of overanalyzation of the "dl" thing and I think folks have it confused. At least my interpretation of it is this.......I was listening to the radio when this whole down low brotha phenomenon broke and there was this guy saying how he goes to the straight clubs and bars and picks up guys. He said he looks at a guy a certain way, he looks back and that is the confirmation. He also stated he picked up execs, thugs, bankers, and ballers in these clubs. That is not being on the dl. R Kelly said, keep it on the down low..nobody has to know. Which means my actions won't be seen or heard in public. There will be no slight of the eye looks, no fake introductions in public, no association outside of what "we do". I won't hang out with you, you won't come around my folks, and vice versa. That is being on the dl. Two worlds. We will meet on websites and after some convo then we will meet in a public setting in a discreet location. From there if it moves further we will meet again in private, arrive seperately and leave seperately.

On the Fence

I love the way her walls feel against my dick, slick...with a grip like a python.
But my boa contsricts her vaginal cavity. I should be arrested for assault and battery the way I beat the pussy.
"Don't push me, cuz I'm close to the edge, I'm trying not to loose my head!"
I'm on the fence....I inhale the popper so my ass won't be so tense.
Relax, and breath...take it slow. I put his tool and my mouth and make it grow.
Oh....oh....oh shit, he grabbed my waist and bent me over like a bitch.
I felt his dick....damn I felt his dick.
I'm strattlin this fence, which way do I go?
That's the question that haunts me daily. I gotta love for pussy, I gotta love for dick...I gotta love for ass, damn I gotta love for clit.
I don' bit from forbidden fruit, played the game so slick. But I'm tired of playin...I need a fuckin Oscar for these lives I'm potrayin.
Maybe I'm goin to hell for the lies and betrayin I've done....
So many times I've said, fuck it I'm done....
But the shit keeps callin me!
Fuck it, I'm done.

The 1st Time

You see where I left off on my last blog right? That was my childhood and teenage years summed up for you within a paragraph.....Let's fast forward a bit shall we.........When I moved here to Atlanta when I was 21 around 1997 I was still finding me. What moved me, what I believed in, how to define one's self. I knew that I was attracted to both women and men....but at this point I hadn't experienced man to man sexual contact. Yeah I jacked off to some books, or just closed my eyes and imagined what it would feel like....but just hadn't made that step. Really I didn't know how. Well once I moved here I found out about telephone chat lines. A free service to listen and record voicemail messages for others to hear, but to recieve one on one talk you had to pay...something I just wasn't willing to do. So one night I got in my car and drove downtown and called myself trying to find a "gay bar".....as if it was going to just have a big sign in neon lights with an arrow pointing that said "Gay Men Here". Needless to say that was wasted gas and wasted time. But I did know if you look for something long enough you will find it. The apartment complex I stayed in at the time had some lesbian chicks staying across from me. I'm saying to myself I'll just approach them on the low and maybe they can point some things out to me. So I politely slipped them a note on their car saying : I'm new to the area, blk male searching for a gay or bi male to show me the ropes...my pager (didn't have a cellphone yet) is blah blah blah. Well a few days later I get a page from a guy named James. He sounded feminine on the phone which turned me on. I pretty much described myself and what I was trying to do....really wasn't alot of chatter, didn't really care to. We set up a time for him to come through. A few hours later I knock on my door....my heart raced cuz I'm like nervous and excited....really didn't know what to expect....I opened the door and James was a bald headed white guy about 5'8 220lbs and not very attractive at all. Well me being the person I am, I invited him in....at least I could do is not be rude. We talked, he told me he is a chef....has a female roomate yada yada yada. As we talked I found my horniness and maybe just a desperation to experience some male to male action kicked in....and I asked him to give me head. Shit he obliged quickly. His head game was on point....he wanted me to fuck him. I layed the fat boy on his back and put him in the buck and banged his ass like he was an enemy of mine. His asshole was tight but not too tight...he moaned like a bitch and it turned me on......Then I felt that nutt coming, I emptied myself into the rubber that was in his ass and when I pulled out.........shit was all on my condom. The most disgusting thing I've ever witnessed. At that point I felt as though I wanted to throw up, and was like what did I just do? I cleaned myself up quickly and told him he had to go....I know he felt cheap or used...but it is what it is. I told James he'll hear from me, don't call me. That was 1997....I fucked with James until about 2003.....maybe like every other month once or twice...making him pay me $100 everytime I see him. I used him, exclusively. I hate that I did that to him. In 2003 his apartment in Buckhead caught fire and he moved, don't know where.......I hope he's doing well though.