I sit in my dim lighted living room and draw blank thoughts as I sort through the scattered papers on the floor. I come across a crumbled piece of yellow paper folded between two unopened letters. Puzzled by the paper in my hand, I open it and immediately recognize my own handwriting.
I am flooded with memories as I read these words… Read the rest of this entry
My words only seem to cause you more pain. I don’t know how to love you. I want so desperately to know how to make this right and yet I can’t. I’m lost in a world of past pain and regret. Read the rest of this entry
This is a continuation of Locking Lips At Club C (Part 1)
As we locked lips I felt myself rise against him. My hormones were raging and I felt lost in the moment as his tongue found mine and we explored each other gently. Pulling back from our kiss, I stared into his eyes and I moved in again to suck on his bottom lip. I felt its fullness, as I moved my right hand downward and felt the thickness of his dick in the grip of my hand. Gasping at the thought of him inside me, I moved in for another kiss.
We continued kissing until my lips found his neck, and I felt the gentle caress of his hands touch the outline of my dick. He grabbed my pants until he was gripping me and I bit into his neck. With such excitement I began sucking on it harder and harder. Read the rest of this entry
We have all used the line “I’m busy.” Whether it was to get out of a bad situation, avoid an annoying friend, or simply spend a relaxing evening at home instead of at the club.
But how does that one little white lie translate when you’re dating someone? Read the rest of this entry
Do you remember the first time? How you unzipped their pants? Feasting your eyes upon the first erection you personally caused someone. It was the only dick that you ever played with at that point, besides your own. Your very first dick! Once explored, it was the best dick ever! It was the right shape, color, taste, and size. It was just absolutely perfect in every way. You worshiped it as the best, and you had nothing else to compare it to at that point.
So when in our sexual escapades did we become so damn picky? Read the rest of this entry
Wiping the sweat from my forehead I paused to look at my best friend and saw that he too was struggling with the summer heat. Showcasing a few new pieces at the lounge for their All Arts Show, we decided to take a break from the crowd gathering at the gallery to admire my work and walked to the main bar where we got a view of the dance floor. Read the rest of this entry
In my questioning of whether or not I am a size queen, I came to the realization that not all bigger, fat, chubby, chunky, husky, or any other synonym we use to call people “Bigger than life,” so to speak, are the same. So please, allow me to clarify what I categorize as a sexy “fat guy.” Read the rest of this entry
What the fuck is a size queen and why should I care? Being a gay man is already in and of itself a difficult personal acceptance issue, let alone now having to decide what sub-culture of the gay community I’m a part of.
Now I have to admit to my friends that I like fat guys. Does this qualify as being a size queen? Or is it all about how “hung” homeboy is? Frankly, I have my own personal opinion about what it means to me and why you SHOULD care. Read the rest of this entry
Several weeks ago I was sitting on my living couch flipping through the channels in search of something to distract my mind from thoughts of work and the exhausting day I had. As I paused to look at my phone, I saw that a friend of mine posted on her Facebook page, “We accept the love we think we deserve.” Immediately I remembered a trailer I saw for the movie “The Perks of Being a Wall Flower” where I first heard the line. And as I read the words, I was reminded how profound a statement I felt it was the first time I heard it. Read the rest of this entry