5/14/12 11:18 pm

About a week ago I hooked up with this DL nigga. I had ran into him weeks before while I was walking downtown, but I wasn’t feeling him. I was walking down the street, he was driving a Jeep, he stuck his head out the window and looked back at me when he passed me. I was listening to my music, and slightly alarmed when he pulled over in a parking lot across the street. I crossed the street, and he called me over. He asked if he could have my number and it was obvious what he wanted. However, he said he had a girlfriend and I don’t get down with that. I’m okay with someone being DL, but I won’t be apart of any cheating. So I declined giving him my number and walked off.

Fast forward to about a week ago, I ran into him again as I was walking downtown. He was standing on a corner and motioned me over to talk to him. We both acknowledged that we had ran into each other before, he asked where I was going and I said I was heading home. He asked if he could talk to me for a little while, and go for a stroll. Naturally I said yes.

I asked the important questions: Still with your girl? How old are you? Any kids? Baby mama drama? What’s your sexual preference? How do you label yourself? Name, and street names are okay. He gave me everything I needed to hear, in about 15 minutes he was down to do something nasty. So was I.

We spent the next ten minutes trying to find a dark, lonely alley and finally after a few attempts we found one. Now let me describe this nigga: about 6’2, football player build, dark skinned, braids, nice teeth, tattoos, hood swag. When we arrived in the alley I leaned against the wall and he walked up on me. He lift up his shirt and revealed his toned stomach. He whipped out his dick and told me to suck it.

I could tell he had been out all day because his dick had that faint musty smell to it. That “man smell”. Not gross, but the scent that makes your pheromones go insane. I instantly stuffed his dick down my throat, it was about 7 maybe 7 1/2 and pretty fat. His musty balls and dick tasted so good in my mouth. I spit all over it, and sucked that dick with no hands. I gagged, licked, and worked my neck game all over him. He demanded me to suck his nuts, meanwhile I jerked him off with one hand and rubbed all over his chest, abs and ass with the other hand. After about 10 minutes he bust all in my mouth. I swallowed some of his his semi-salty load and spit the rest out. He came with no warning and there was so much of it. His nut was all over my mouth and chin. I gave him my number and we agreed to maybe hook up again.

When I got home I didn’t wash my hands or anything. While preparing to take a shower I sat on the toilet in the bathroom and licked my fingers that had fondled his dick and balls. I could still taste and smell his manly scent on me. I fingered myself and beat off until I nutted. It was exhilarating. No rules, no restrictions, no regulations. I’m anxiously anticipated my next wild encounter with a stranger.

5/9/2012 12:21 am

For the longest time I’ve always equated sex with freedom. To let go of your inhibitions and explore your desires appeared to be the highest form of creative expression to me. But in my 22 years of living, I’ve always felt like there were two people living inside of me: the guy I should be and the guy I envisioned myself to be.

The guy I should be is responsible, smart, handsome, clever, and definitely doesn’t sleep around. In fact — he only sleeps with individuals who are significant enough to deserve it. He should be able to count on one hand how many guys he’s slept with, and never hooks up with strangers.

And then there’s the guy I want to be. Adventurous, sharp, sexy, alluring, a risk-taker, free. A guy that meets someone, sleeps with them, and enjoys the connection their two bodies can have. No ties, no labels, no judgement. A man who plays out his fantasies, and obliges to no rules.

But how do I marry the two men inside me? Is there a way? For now, I’m going to spend some time exploring the guy I want to be. I’ve had full out anal sex with 3 men, and none of it has been profoundly good or memorable. I want explosive sex. I want wild sex. I want passion, I want romance, I want sensuality. I want to free myself. I want to be impulsive, and act off of my carnal lust. This is my journey, take it with me ;)