January 8, 2009- 5:12am
I pull up to Kenny spot and get out and pray to God that don't nobody fuck wit my car. This is the hood and although I know the hood, I am out of the projects now and this is a Benz not a Chevy Cavalier. So I walk up to the door and Kenny walks up to the door buck ass naked and he let me in. Instantly I smell that magic aphrodisiac of weed and his cologne which is Usher by the way. I hadn't smoked weed since I started working for Chase and I wanna hit a blunt tonite but Kamel would know it immediately.
That's why I say I can't stand his ass sometimes. I mean he keeps us on the straight and narrow all the time. The nigga even has the nerve to make me go to church every Sunday. I mean don't get me wrong, the service be off the chain over at Apostolic Faith Church on 38th and Indiana and Bishop Smith say some good stuff but sometimes I just wanna hit a blunt, get tore down drunk jus for the hell of it, go to the Prop House every Friday after work. Kamel makes sure that he reminds me that we are no longer at Morehouse kickn it. I miss his spontaneity like when he would bring weed and liquor to the room knowing Dr. Morrow could just sense if you was drinking or smoking. Kamel and I fucked in some random places at Morehouse but now we are such a husband and wife, go to work and church and out to dinner, spend time at home and fuck although the sex is great but our life is sorta boring. I think Kamel would understand if I try to talk to him but why bring unnecessary argument.
Don't get me wrong, I mean I know it's wrong that I have cheated and I have even admitted it in the past and we worked past it. Kamel honestly forgave me and I honestly was sorry, it's just that I really like to be fucked. I stopped cheating for a long time but I just needed some dick one day last year and I started back doin my low down shit. I know ima dawg, ima muthafuckin dawg for this but I don't know what to do. Ima talk to Kamel and tell him, we gonna get counseling. I love my baby so much, our life is so important to me. But it's just that when I got a dick in me I get to free all those pent up emotions that are a result of my fucked up childhood. Im talkin bout shit I aint even told Kamel and I won't tell him. Maybe that's it, I need to talk to him or a shrink...HELL NAW, I AINT THINKIN BOUT THAT SHIT!!! Let me go in this damn house and do what the fuck I wanna do, Im the damn man in this relationship and that nigga gonna love me no matter what.
I send Kamel a text and tell him I decided to run in to the office to work because I couldn't sleep so I am getting dressed for work there but wait, I am OFF TODAY!!! A nigga gotta think faster so I send another text and be like, "Damn baby that sex u put on me tonite was so incredible it made me forget my days of the week so ima work a lil bit anyway and I will be home in time for breakfast, love ya babe."
Aight that covered my tracks because I really do love Kamel and our relationship is great except my addiction to this drug called Sextacy is overpowering my thinking. I had sex yesterday in the mall in a dressing booth up in Abercrombie. Man I was in the mall lookin for something small but special just to say, "I Love You".
I walked into Abercrombie which happens to be one of Kamel's favorite stores and I said I would buy my baby a new shirt and some jeans and maybe we can go out to the Prop House Friday night and have some much needed fun and relaxation. So I ask for some help in the store because although I know Kamel's sizes, I like to get other opinions in style because my fashion sense aint the greatest so Kamel keeps me all G-Q.
Now I like to think that your average sissy boi works at Abercrombie, I mean you know the kind Im talking about...the bent wrist, smacking sissy boi especially up here on the Northside. But I walk up to the counter to ask for some help and I see this big built nigga, dark skin with braids that were fresh to death. The boi opened his mouth and said "Can I help u man" and his deep voice made me hott all over. The nigga was jus hott to death and he gave me thug but intelligent all at the same time. I said to him, "I am looking for a new outfit for a friend of mine, nothing special but just wanna let them know I am thinking about them." We look through some things and then after I pick Kamel's stuff I decide to have some fun because this nigga could definitely get it. Now I don't let jus any nigga fuck me, they gotta have a certain appeal and I happen to like thuggish bois. Thuggish niggas with intellect really make me hott tho and this nigga fit
that bill perfectly.
I said, "John I really wanna get something for myself now since you have helped me so much and plus I want you to get more commission so help me pick some jeans and a shirt." We picked the shirt and jeans and then I said, "Let me try this on and see how it looks." Now it wasn't nobody else in the store, this was like 5 o'clock on a Sunday afternoon. I went in the far back dressing booth and stripped down. I called John and said, "John bring me the next size up in jeans, these are tight." He came in the back to the sight of an open booth door and me on the bent over buck ass naked. John didn't say nothing, that nigga just smacked the hell out of my ass. This boi worked his long tongue all over where his hand smacked my ass and then he blew on it and gave me a cooling sensation that made me wanna speak in tongues. John didn't say nothing yet, he just started to put that long tongue in my ass and make it oh so very very wet. I arched my back and backed my ass up and that nigga curled his tongue and started fucking me with it. I was about to go into convulsions that shit was so good. Next thing I know the nigga was already strapped up and aimed that nice thick 10in. pipe right at my hole and he just slammed that dick in my ass.
I screamed in pain, pleasure, agony, guilt, and euphoric bliss all at once. For the next 45 minutes we came up with positions in that dressing booth that would make a porn director confused. John started long dicking me slowly and hip rolling at the same time and I lost it, I nutted so hard that shit shot over my head and hit the mirror. My ass muscles clamped down on John's dick like a vice grip and that nigga made the first sound since we been fucking, he said AHHHHHHHHH DAMMMM OOOOOO FUCCCCKKK, IMA NUTTTT and this nigga pulled out and shot his nutt all over my face, neck, chest, I was covered. We got cleaned up and I bought Kamel's outfit and mine and used John's discount so I got some dick, an outfit, something for my baby and made a new friend who can satisfy me oh so well all while saving a bit of change.
You know I really do love Kamel even tho he makes me so damn tired sometimes. I get in my moods where I need to release my emotions but I have been so hard up with him that I can't show him that side. I am such an asshole to that boi it makes me sick. I mean he even has a studio close to his office for those late nights when he has to do audits and I have had the audacity to make him leave our home before because I started a fight to avoid my guilt over fucking around on him. Don't get me wrong, I respect him and our partnership so I don't ever bring nobody in our home even when he is at the studio. I don't even like cheating, I just got a problem. I LOVE KAMEL!!! I LOVE OUR LIFE!! WHY AM I DOING THIS??
Kenny is fine but not as fine as my Kamel. Kamel is my dream man I mean yall can tell I love him right because I can't stop thinking about him even while I am on my way to another nigga house. Is that enough tho? If I love him so much then why can't I just tell him that I want him to fk me the way I fk him? I guess it's because I have assumed the alpha male role in our partnership. I mean Kamel aint no lil sissy bh but he is submitted to me as a bottom and he does act as the wife in our house so I can never compromise my position as the top dawg right? Damn I need to let these labels go and just give my baby some ass because I love his dick. I suck it all the time but hey that's normal for tops right, he gotta nutt too right? Anyway I just don't know if I can bring myself to letting him fk me. Our partnership is great like this, we both work and he takes care of me. I mean I cook sometimes too and I do some laundry sometimes but my
baby takes care of paying bills, grocery shopping, dry cleaning and laundry, cleaning our beautiful home, he is my wife pretty much!! I gotta go home because I want my baby but damn I am here now what do I tell Kenny.
Kenny is a short lil something I mean he like 5'6" or something like that but he is a thugged out dude with a sensitive side too. I just met him last weekend but he know I am strictly about tha dick. Kenny motions me to come over and sit wit him on the couch and I do but I WANNA GO HOME!! NO I DON'T!! WHAT THE HELL!!
My phone vibrates wit a txt from Kamel saying "LOL Baby u crazy!! We can go out for breakfast in the morning or better yet how bout we cook breakfast and go to lunch at Fogo de Chow?? See ya later baby, I am wore out so I am going back to sleep"
I LOSE IT BC THIS NIGGA IS MY ALL!! But what am I gonna do about Kenny? He smell so good and he is phine and I can't rest or have peace tonite til I bust a nutt from a thick dick inside of me. Kenny says, "Nigga lets do this st because 6am rolls around quick and my nigga gone be home from work". So here I am thinking bout my lover and best friend while I get ready to let this phine ass nigga who means nothing to me fk me til I nutt all over myself but hey like I always say, "IT IS WHAT IT IS!!!"
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