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“Boyfriends”
Terrence Eubanks and Cory Braxton had been friends since kindergarten. They met when Terrence dropped his cupcake on the floor and Cory offered him half of his. That seemed to be the perfect representation of their friendship; when one has a problem or loses something, the other is right there to solve that problem or replace what’s been lost. When they had a disagreement or argued about something, it was easily resolved and then forgotten. But then came the biggest challenge to their relationship: the actual possibility of a relationship. It all began with an unexpected and completely spontaneous sexual encounter in Terrence’s bedroom one night. The next morning, the two of them had to face the consequences of their actions.
“You see my boxers anywhere?” Cory asked as he searched Terrence’s room for his clothes.
“They’re over by the closet,” Terrence revealed, pointing to the area where the Skittles themed boxers were lying. He stared at Cory’s nude body as Cory bent down to pick up the boxers and put them on. “You might wanna climb down the tree because I don’t think my parents have left for work yet.”
“I was gonna do that anyway.”
“Okay, cool.”
As bad as Terrence wanted to say more, his mouth wouldn’t say what his mind wanted it to say. He wanted to ask his best friend was everything cool between them. He wanted to know how Cory felt about what they did the night before. They’d spent the night with each other hundreds of times over the course of their thirteen year long friendship, but never had they done what they did and then proceed to hold each other all night long. Was everything cool between them after that? To Terrence, it seemed like he was the only one stressing over it.
“See you at school, man.”
“Cory, hold up.” He climbed out his bed, still naked from head to toe. “Are we…good?”
“What do you mean?”
“Last night was…it was kinda wild, man. I’m surprised we didn’t wake my parents or my little brother and sister. I just don’t want this to effect…”
“Terry, we’re good.”
“Are you sure? Because…”
“Bro, we’re good. We’re still homeboys, no matter what. Now put your damn clothes on.” He laughed and playfully pushed Terrence back. “I’ll see you at school.”
“Okay. Later.”
After grabbing his jacket and putting it on, Cory climbed out of the window and climbed down the tree to leave. He thought about the night before as he rode his bike down the street and out of the Bridgewood subdivision where Terrence lived. As conflicted as it all was in his mind, he didn’t regret what went down between him and Terrence the night before. He didn’t regret play wrestling with his friend and he definitely didn’t feel ashamed that his dick got hard while wrestling with his friend. When he kissed Terrence, he knew Terrence would kiss him back.
Terrence “Terry” Eubanks
For Terrence, it was slightly different. He wasn’t ashamed about what they did either, but he was more worried about what it would do to their friendship. They’d always been there for each other and he didn’t want that to change. He also didn’t want people to look at them and automatically know that they’d spent the night sucking each other, rimming each other, kissing and cuddling. He’d been curious about his sexuality since age fourteen but wasn’t out and didn’t plan on being out anytime soon.
“What were you doing in your room last night?” Mrs. Eubanks asked him as she entered the kitchen. “I heard a lot of bumping.”
“I was testing new tricks on my skateboard,” he lied. “I didn’t keep you and dad up, did I?”
“No. I only heard it when I got up to go to the bathroom.” She stepped over to the coffeemaker and started to make some coffee just as Mr. Eubanks was entering the kitchen.
“My buddy Roy is coming over this afternoon,” he said to Terrence. “So make sure you come straight here after school. He’s going to have brochures and all the info you’ll need.”
“I thought we were going to talk about it first, dad. I’m still not sure if I want to be a Marine.”
“Son, you need discipline. You’ll also learn a lot of life lessons while serving this country. I wouldn’t be the man I am if I hadn’t joined the Marines. Besides, my father was a Marine and I’m his firstborn son. You’re my firstborn son and you need to follow the tradition.”
“I don’t know if you noticed but our country is at war. What happens if I get deployed?”
“Then you’ll serve this country and fight for what it stands for. Don’t you love this country?”
“Not enough to die for.”
“Terrence, that’s enough,” Mrs. Eubanks chimed in. “Don’t argue with your father.”
“I’m not arguing with him,” he explained. “I’m just not joining the Marines and nothing he says will make me change my mind.”
“Boy, what did you just say?”
“I said I’m not joining the Marines. You can’t make me. I’m eighteen and you can’t make me do anything.”
Mr. Eubanks balled his fists and took a step towards him before saying, “You talk back to me one more time and your ass will be on that floor picking up your goddamn teeth! Have your narrow ass back at this house before five this afternoon. Do you understand me?”
“Harold, calm down,” said Mrs. Eubanks.
“Woman, I am talking to my son. Stay out of this.”
“Why do you have to talk to mama like that? See, the Marines did nothing but make you bitter and angry. Or are we still pretending like you didn’t have a drinking problem up until two years ago?” Mr. Eubanks stepped up to him but he didn’t back down.
“You’re older but you’re not big enough to take your old man. Boy, I will snap you in half before you can even call out for help. You’re going to be in this house this afternoon and you’re going to listen to everything Roy and I have to say. Do you understand me?”
Terrence looked down at the floor for a second and then back up into his father’s eyes. He sighed before reluctantly giving in and replying, “Yes, sir.”
“Now get to school before you’re late.”
“Yes, sir.”
He quickly left the kitchen and grabbed his skateboard and backpack from the living room before heading out of the house. As he made his way to Hilton-McAdams High, he tried to block the hatred he starting to feel for his father out of his mind. When his dad used to drink, he’d take out his frustrations on Terrence or Mrs. Eubanks. Things changed when his dad went away to rehab for a few months but it was never like it was before the drinking. The tension was still there and everyone in the house feared Mr. Eubanks. But Terrence was fed up with being afraid of someone he was supposed to love. His fear was turning more and more into hatred each day.
“You coming to the park after school?” Terrence’s friend Ethan asked him as they played on their skateboards in the senior courtyard at school. “That new ramp they put up looks awesome, man.”
“I can’t. I have to get home after school for something.”
“Dang, that’s too bad. All the skater chicks from the prep school across town are gonna be there, and you know they’re wilder than the bitches here.”
“I hear that.”
Cory appeared out of nowhere and shoved Ethan and said, “Outta the way, white boy.”
Cory Braxton
“Why do you always do that?” Ethan asked him.
“Step off, white boy. Get lost.” He waited for Ethan to walk away before turning to Terrence and asking, “Why do you keep hanging with that cracker? You fuck him in the ass or something?”
“Cory, I’m not in the mood for this shit.”
“I’m just fucking with you, bro.” He laughed but stopped when he noticed how stressed Terrence seemed. “Yo, what’s the matter? You’re not trippin’ over what went down last night, are you?”
“I’m not talking to you about that in public, Cory. That ain’t even why I’m pissed off.”
“Then what’s up?”
“I’ll talk to you about it later.”
“But I’m not gonna see you until lunch.”
“Then we’ll talk about it at lunch. Meet me on the steps in the back of the library. Nobody will be around out there during lunch.” The bell rang and they walked away from each other to head to first period.
During his classes, Terrence’s focus was on his problems at home. He knew there would be no way his dad would see his point of view. Thoughts of running away had always been on his mind but they were as strong as they’d ever been that day. The only reason he hadn’t run away was because he didn’t want to upset his mom and young siblings; especially his siblings because they looked up to him. There had to be a way, he thought. There just had to be a way for him and his dad to reach some middle ground, because he knew that if things kept going the way there were going then he’d end up running away and never coming back.
Right before his lunch block, he got called to the guidance office. He didn’t want to miss Cory, so he hurried to the office as fast as he could. The twelfth grade guidance counselor, Mr. Pruitt, was talking with another student so Terrence had to wait until they were finished. When they were finally finished and the student left, Mr. Pruitt called Terrence into his office. Terrence walked in and sat down across from him. He had no idea why he was called there and hoped he wasn’t in trouble. That was the last thing he needed.
“Terrence,” said Mr. Pruitt, looking over the top of his glasses at Terrence, “I have good news for you.”
“Oh, thank goodness,” Terrence said with relief. “What is it?”
“You won the Sandra Hilton-McAdams Essayist of Tomorrow competition.”
“What? Are you serious?” For the first time that morning, he smiled.
“Yes, your essay ‘Endless River’ was chosen by me and the other judges. You’ll get to read your essay in front of the school and the mayor next Friday. More importantly, you have earned the scholarship. The full ride scholarship will be applied towards your tuition and room and board at the university you will be enrolled in next fall. Congratulations.” He stood up and extended his hand to shake Terrence’s hand and Terrence stood up and shook it.
“Thank you, sir. I wasn’t expecting my essay to win when I submitted it.”
“Our vote was unanimous. Not only was your essay full of insight, it was put together in such a stylistic and professional manner. I must know, what exactly is the meaning behind the river metaphor?”
“It’s actually something very personal to me that I’m not yet willing to share. I really wanted people who read it to come to their own conclusions as to what the metaphor means. I also wanted them to put themselves in my shoes and think of what’s their river.”
“That is fascinating. I cannot wait for you to read the essay in front of the students here. I think they’ll enjoy it as much as I and the judges who voted for it have. Well, I won’t take any more minutes out of your lunch break so you’re free to go.”
“Thanks again, Mr. Pruitt. I really needed something good to happen to me today. Now I’m really looking forward to my college acceptance letters.”
“I bet you are. Have a nice day, Terrence.”
“You too, Mr. Pruitt.” He left the office and made it halfway to the cafeteria before he remembered he was supposed to meet up with Cory. He ran back towards the library and exited the building through the side doors. He made his way around to the back of the library and was relieved to see Cory sitting on the steps waiting for him. “Sorry man, I got held up in the guidance office.”
“Guidance office?” asked Cory. “What were you doing there?”
“I’ll tell you about it later. First, I need to talk to you about…”
“Last night. I know, man; it’s been on my mind, too.”
“No, that’s not what I wanna talk about. My dad is still bugging the shit out of me about joining the Marines. I have to go straight home after school today to talk to one of his Marine recruiter friends.”
“He’s not playing around, huh?”
“Nope. I don’t want to be in the Marines. I’ve never wanted to be a part of it. I only said I did because I wanted to please my dad and my grandpa.”
“There’s only one thing you can do, Terry. You gotta tell him no.”
“He’s not going to take no for an answer.”
“What can he do? If he hits you then you can have him locked up.”
“Nah, fuck that. If he hits me then I’m hitting his ass back. I’m not gonna let it go back to how it was.”
“I wanted to kill him for how he used to put his hands on you and your mama. I still don’t like him now.”
“He’s been different since he quit drinking two years ago but that anger is still in his voice. I hear it every time he’s mad at me or at mama. I don’t want Kayla and Kendall to see that side of him. They were toddlers when dad went into rehab. All they know is him being sober.” He shook his head and sat down on the steps beside Cory. “I just wish things could go back to how they were.”
“It was never bad between us. At least you could say that.”
“Yeah, that’s what my essay was about.”
“Essay?”
“The school essay competition, remember?”
“Oh yeah. You submitted an essay to that thing?”
“Yeah and I won.”
“You got the scholarship?”
“I sure did.”
“Dang bro, that’s what’s up.” He put his arm around Terrence and without thinking about it, he kissed Terrence’s lips. Terrence kissed him back but then quickly stopped.
“Not here, man. We can get caught.”
“My bad, Terry. I wasn’t even thinking.”
“You need to start thinking. Nobody can know…what’s going on between us.”
“I said it was my bad, Terry. Damn. I don’t know why you’re trippin’. It ain’t like you get any pussy no way.” He laughed.
“Nigga, fuck you.”
They began to playfully shove each other and play wrestle. That turned into them holding hands. Before either of them could realize it, they were kissing again. Every few seconds they would stop to make sure no one was around. Cory placed his hand on Terrence’s crotch and Terrence placed his hand on Cory’s. They both became aroused so they quickly stopped before it went too far. After kissing one more time, they stood up and headed to the cafeteria to eat some lunch before their lunch block was over.
As much as he didn’t want to, Terrence went straight home after school and met with his dad’s Marine friend, Roy. While he understood all of the opportunities the Marines would provide to him and how important the Marines were to his family’s legacy, he still didn’t feel the benefits were worth the sacrifices he’d have to make. He tried to be objective and hear everything Roy had to say but it just wasn’t enough to persuade him. When Roy left, Terrence went upstairs to his room to do homework but before he could begin, Mr. Eubanks knocked on the door and walked in.
“So, what’s your choice?” he asked Terrence with an accomplished smile on his face.
“I have a lot of respect for the Marines, dad. I really do. And I am proud of your service to the country. You know that I’ve always looked up to you and grandpa, and I wouldn’t be where I am without you guys. But I just found out today that I’m getting a full ride scholarship to any university I want to go to. I’m taking that scholarship, dad. I’m going to college after I graduate, not the Marines.”
“This is his doing, isn’t it?”
“Who?”
“That damn Cory. He’s the one who turned you against the Marines. I’m tired of that no good lowlife…”
“Don’t talk about him that way.”
“He has a negative influence on you, son. He always has.”
“Dad, leave him out of this.”
“What kind of a hold does that loser have on you? Please don’t tell me he’s turned you queer.” When he said that, Terrence punched him. He stumbled back for a second before catching himself. He tasted the blood coming from his lips and then as if a light switched flipped on in his brain, he wrapped his hands around Terrence’s neck and began to choke him. “You fucked up now, boy!”
“Get the fuck off me!”
They struggled back and forth for a while before Terrence kneed his dad in the testicles. When his dad let go of his neck to reach down and grab himself, Terrence punched him in the eye as hard as he could. Mr. Eubanks reacted with a punch to Terrence’s nose, causing Terrence to fly back onto his bed. Hearing the commotion, Mrs. Eubanks ran in.
“What is going on in here?” she asked. “Harold, what are you doing?”
“He hit me,” Mr. Eubanks explained. “That ungrateful piece of shit punched me!”
“Ungrateful?” Terrence asked him. “Just because I don’t want to be a Marine, I’m ungrateful? I’ve never taken anything you’ve done for me for granted! I had a lot of respect for you before today, dad! Now, I’m done. I’m fucking done!”
“Terrence,” Mrs. Eubanks called out while grabbing his arm. “Sweetie, calm down. Let me clean you up, honey.”
“No, ma. I can’t do this anymore. I can’t pretend like everything is okay when it isn’t. Dad claimed he’d changed after rehab but he hasn’t changed that much. He’s still controlling and he’s still an asshole!”
“What did you just say?” asked Mr. Eubanks. “Boy, I will…”
“You’ll what? Get punched again? I’m not scared of you, old man.”
“I got your old man, boy!”
“Then bring it the fuck on!”
“No!” shouted Mrs. Eubanks as she got in between them. “Both of you need to stop this right now! We need to sit down and talk about this like adults.”
“He’s not an adult, Tamara. He’s a child.”
“I’m eighteen! I am not a child anymore and I will not be a child for you. I don’t have to live by your rules and I don’t have to live here. I’m moving out.”
“Wait, no. Sweetie, please just come with mama so we can talk about this.”
“Ma, I’m sorry but this isn’t right and you know it. He’s still the same man who used to get drunk and smack us around when things didn’t go his way. The anger is still there even though he gave up drinking. We deserve better than that. I deserve better than that.”
“Harold, please apologize so we can move on from this. Our son is about to run away from home.”
“If he wants to go then let him go. I’m not about to beg some punk to stay in my home.”
Terrence shook his head before saying, “You know what dad, you’re right about one thing. Cory and I are more than just best friends now. We’re boyfriends. We’re in love with each other and we’re going off to college together.”
“I knew it. I knew you let that son of a bitch turn you gay. I fucking knew it!”
“No, he didn’t turn me gay. I was always gay. And Cory was always there for me when you would go crazy and hit me. He was right there with an ice pack for my swollen face or there to hold me when I cried. He has loved me more than you ever could. I would’ve ran away a long ass time ago had it not been for mama and the twins. And I don’t want to leave them here with you but I gotta get out of this house. I’m going to lose my mind if I stay here any longer.” He took a deep breath before concluding, “So I need you two to leave my room so I can pack some stuff.”
“Make it quick,” said Mr. Eubanks before leaving the room.
“Terrence, think about this,” Mrs. Eubanks pleaded with tears in her eyes. “We just need to talk this out.”
“Talking can’t resolve this, mama. I’m sorry. I love you but I need to be in a better environment than this. I’m going away to college later this year and I need to be happy about that, not resentful because I’m not doing what dad wants me to do.” He wiped blood from his nose. “If I stay here, more of this is going to happen and that’s not good for any of us.”
“Where are you going, to Cory’s?”
“Yes.”
“Then I’ll stop by there tonight and check on you. Do you want me to talk it over with Cory’s mother?”
“No, that’s okay. I can handle it.”
“I really don’t want you to leave, sweetie.”
“I know, mama. And I didn’t want this to happen. Dad did this, not me.”
“Your father loves you. He just won’t allow himself to say it. You know how he is.”
“I’m not going to beg for his love and acceptance, ma. I love and respect myself too much for that. I have to go. I love you mama, but I have to go.”
He hugged his mother and kissed her cheek before she left his bedroom. Immediately after she left, he went over to his closet and pulled out a few pairs of jeans and some jackets and shoes. He then went over to his dresser and took out some shirts, underwear and socks. He packed everything into his luggage and a few duffle bags and then called a taxi service to come pick him up. When it arrived, he went downstairs to see his mother sitting on the sofa with his little brother and sister, Kayla and Kendall.
“Ma, why are they down here?” Terrence asked. “I’m about to leave.”
“I couldn’t let you leave without saying goodbye to them. You know how much they love you.”
“Please don’t go,” said Kendall, leaping off the sofa and running over to Terrence. “I don’t want you to go, Terry.”
“Me either,” said Kayla, running over to him. They both hugged Terrence.
“I’m going to come back to see you guys. I’m your big brother and I love y’all so much. You guys know that I love you, don’t you?” They looked up at him and nodded. “Then you know that I’ll be back to check up on you. I’m leaving because I have to. You two just keep going to school and doing what mama and dad tell you to, okay?”
“Yes,” they replied in unison.
“And you look out for each other. Always remember that it’s important for you two to look out for each other. I love you.” He kissed the tops of their heads.
“Love you, too,” they told him in unison.
He tried to pull away from them but they wouldn’t let go of him. That’s when he couldn’t hold his composure anymore. He broke down and began to cry. He looked to his mother and said, “Ma, please come get them. I can’t…I need to go now.”
His mother came over and grabbed the twins, pulling them away from Terrence. They both started crying as Terrence made his way to the door. He looked back at them one last time and blew a kiss at them before leaving with his belongings. He cried for most of the taxi ride Cory’s house but by the time he arrived there, he’d calmed down. Cory was shocked to see Terrence’s bruised face but was relieved that Terrence had come to him.
“You can stay here for as long as you need man,” he said to Terrence as they lied on Cory’s bed together. “You know my mama won’t have a problem with you staying here. Hell, she’s gonna be happy because she’ll have another person to cook for other than my greedy ass. And I’ll make some space in my closet and dressers for your stuff.”
“Thanks, Cory.” He looked into Cory’s eyes. “I told my dad about us.”
“Are you for real?”
“Yeah. He kept talking mad shit about you and after I clocked his ass, I told him that me and you were boyfriends.”
“How did he take it?”
“He was pissed but I think he’s more pissed because I’m not joining the Marines.”
“What about your mama? Did you tell her, too?”
“Yeah, I told her. She didn’t seem to have a problem with it. I think she’s always known.”
“Moms usually do.” He grabbed Terrence’s hand and intertwined his fingers with Terrence’s. “I’m gonna get a tattoo of your name on my arm.”
“You don’t have to do that, Cory.”
“I want it. I want people to know that I’m with you and you’re with me. I don’t care what they got to say. Last night was one of the best nights of my life.”
Terrence laughed and joked, “Yeah because you got to bust a nut with someone else instead of by yourself.”
“Nah, because I got to do something special with the only person on this world who knows me better than I know myself. You’ve been in my life for as long as I can remember, Terry. I’m happy that we’re gonna be more than just best friends now. I love you, man.”
“I love you more.” He smiled and kissed Cory. He then began to think about his essay and pulled away from the kiss. “I almost forgot.”
“Forgot what?”
“I want you to read it.”
“Read what?”
“My essay.” He climbed down from Cory’s high bed and went over to his backpack. He took the essay out of one of his folders and handed it to Cory. “Read it.”
“You want me to read this long ass essay now?”
“Yeah.”
“Man, you are buggin’.” He laughed and sat on the edge of his bed and began to read the essay. It took him a few minutes but once he was finished reading, he looked back into Terrence’s eyes and said, “Wow. So you’re gonna read this in front of the whole school?”
“Yep.”
“And you don’t care if people realize you’re talking about us?”
When he asked that, Terrence froze. He had indeed written his essay about his friendship with Cory but didn’t think anyone would put it together. Cory only read the essay once and automatically knew it was about their friendship. Terrence stared at him and asked, “How did you know it was about us?”
“Because I know you, Terry.”
“Well, you’re right. As I wrote it, I used the river as a metaphor for our friendship. But the endless part isn’t about our friendship being long-lasting; it’s about the possibilities. I don’t know how long you’ve been attracted to me, but I’ve been attracted to you since we hit puberty. I always thought we had a possibility of being more than just good friends. And last night when you kissed me, it was like I’d reached the end of some important journey.”
“That’s how it felt for me, too.”
“But there’s still something I gotta know, man. Back in kindergarten, what made you give me half of your cupcake when you saw me drop mine? Just the day before that, I remember you refusing to share toys with a little girl in our class.”
“I honestly didn’t understand it then. It was like a natural reaction. I just remember seeing how upset you were when you dropped yours. You were about to cry and I didn’t want to see you cry because I knew it would make me cry.” He laughed a little. “I cared about your feelings even though I barely knew you then. It just happened and I couldn’t stop it, even if I wanted to. I guess it was meant to be.”
“Yeah man, I can definitely agree with that. It was meant to be.”
Neither of them were sure how everything would turn out, but they knew they’d experience everything together. Terrence looked forward to going away to college later that year with Cory. He couldn’t wait to share a dorm with him and meet new people that will hopefully respect their relationship. As for Cory, he was just happy and proud to call Terrence his boyfriend. They had a strong connection and now that they were boyfriends, the connection would only get stronger. Both of them were relieved to know they’d passed possibly the biggest test to their friendship. Like the river Terrence wrote about in his essay, their connection was endless.
[Disclaimer]: Pictures used do not reflect the sexuality or personality of people in the pictures. They only serve as visual examples of the characters.
© D.A. Morrison 2016
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The Night Off
Note: It was brought to my attention that some of this story was unfairly flagged by tumblr and removed. I can’t restore it in place of the original post (I can’t find the exact timestamp) so I’ve posted it again. Enjoy! Disclaimer: These stories are purely fictitious and the events and scenarios are as well. I try to touch on some real, meaningful experiences of Greek Life but the sex in these stories are based on fantasy with some realistic scenarios involving Fraternity Life for context. Make of that what you will. I don’t own the photos and videos featured on this story and I do not represent any official fraternal entities in any official capacity.
As I lay in my own bed, all I could think to myself is “Damn, finally a night off.” My name is Kavon and I’ve been on-line, pledging Iota for the past five weeks. The past few weeks had been hell and there didn’t seem to be an end in sight…I was ready for the Spring semester to end. I’d recently begun to consider dropping, having second thoughts overall on if this shit was for me in the first place. My older brother Davion had pledged this fraternity and chapter three years ago though – if my older brother had what it took to finish, so did I.
Kavon Brown
Tonight, the big brothers that had been running our pledge process had decided that me and my two line brothers deserved a night off. I couldn’t agree more with them – we’d been going so hard, studying and maintaining our focus during the nights and putting in work in the basement of my Dean’s townhouse at night to do what was necessary to become members of this fraternity. My line brothers (Ade, the ace of our line and Bruce, the tail of our line) and I had been spending almost every waking moment with each other, making sure we handled our business. Not that we had a choice in the matter – it was customary for line brothers to make sure they were always together in case we were given a test or a task – it was just easier to be together so Bruce’s apartment had become our “spot”. It was easy to say that we all truly needed at least one night apart.
I was more than excited to retreat to my dorm room and chill. I was the only one that stayed on campus, so this was my first time in weeks returning to the sophomore residence hall that I was paying to live in. When I got back to my dorm room, I decided to take a warm shower by myself and take the opportunity to wash a load of clothes. Things I’d taken for granted before I’d started pledging.
When I was done, I got out of the shower, I looked at myself in the mirror, pleased at my reflection. I gotta admit, the intense physical exercise that had come with pledging and not being able to eat junk food had done my body some good. I was more cut up and I had some slight muscle definition. I’m sure I’d better results if I was in the gym sticking to an actual regiment, but I wasn’t mad at how my body was handling this pledge process
After snapping a few thirst traps pics (using my underwear to cover my dick), I put on some sweat and I left the backroom, retreating to my bed. I sent the pics to all my old hoes (Normani, Nia and Aisha) on snapchat to remind them what they were missing out. They all instantly hit me up, asking if I wanted to come through and fuck. I smiled to myself, choosing to not reply. Fuck them. I was saving this dick for someone who deserved it.
I looked at the time on my phone - it was 6PM and all I could do was relax in bed. I was so fatigued from being “on the go” the past few weeks that I didn’t even have the energy to make use of this free time. / My line brothers had bragged about using this time to get caught up on homework and sneaking in time to get with some females but my mind wasn’t even there. I just wanted to chill, and maybe catch up with Omar. Omar was my roommate and he was on the track team here at Wilton State. We didn’t really run in the same circles (most student athletes kept to themselves) but we clicked really well and a natural friendship had formed between the two of us. Not only did we get along great, we never had issues communicating. For example, If I needed my privacy to get my freak on with a girl, he’d disappear. If he needed the room to himself to get down with one of the men or women that he was talking to, I definitely found somewhere else to be.
Omar Miller
When we’d moved in together (last semester), Omar let it be known in the first ten minutes that he was bisexual and that he was ‘sexually liberated’ as he described it. Omar was a free spirit and he demanded respect – I hadn’t really been around anyone Gay or Bisexual, but Omar definitely helped me immediately be more open minded. I mean, this tall, brown skinned pretty boy was pulling men and women from the looks of it. I could pass my judgement if I wanted to, I quickly found out that it wasn’t going to stop him from doing as he pleased. I quickly decided that his sexuality wasn’t going to be an issue for me. We’d become homeboys since. He’d gotten super comfortable with me, and I did the same. I’d tell him about my sexual conquests and he’d do the same. Whenever any of my girls were acting out of line, he’d jokingly say “Whenever you’re ready to fuck with someone loyal, I’ll be here waiting zaddy!”. I usually laughed the comments off because Omar had such a masculine aura. I couldn’t ever read how much truth was behind his words. Since my process had begun, Omar had been looking out for me. I thought that the various females that I was fucking with would look out for me but they quickly ghosted on a nigga..all three of them….that’s when Omar stepped in. I was on social probation, but that hadn’t stopped Omar from making sure I was good. Financially, I was broke as a joke after paying for all my membership fees and running errands for big brothers so whenever I didn’t have money to eat, Omar would discreetly grab some food for me at one of the campus dining spots. I couldn’t explain it but I was starting to feel a closeness to Omar that I couldn’t explain. I felt myself beginning to nod off when I head a keycard swipe, signaling that someone was trying to get into my room. Within seconds, Omar was walking into our dorm room. Upon seeing me, he instantly smiled and yelled. “Bro! You’re still alive! What are you doing in here?” he said, coming over to my bed and dapping me up. I smiled, genuinely happy to see someone that wasn’t an Iota man. “Man, they gave us the night off! Can you believe it?” I said, sitting up in my bed. “That’s what’s up man. You get the night off and you decide to just lay in your bed and sit on Instagram?” Omar asked, raising an eyebrow as he walked over to his side of the bedroom. He removed his shirt, threw it on his bed and walked over to the window. For some reason, seeing his basketball shorts sag lightly below his waist was doing something to me. I don’t know if it was the lack of sex but I found myself noticing that Omar had nice, fat ass on him.
“Stop those thoughts, that’s not your thing.” I thought to myself as I felt my dick getting hard. I should have gotten up with one of my hoes, I hadn’t gotten any kind of release in weeks. “You hear what I said?” Omar said, looking out of our window and bringing me back to reality. “Oh, yeah, my bad. Man, I really just wanted to come back to the dorm, take a hot shower and relax. Bruce’s water heater has been broken and he hasn’t had the time or money to get it repaired.” I said laughing. “Damn, that’s fucked up.” Omar said, walking back over to his bed. As he walked back over to his bed, my eyes landed on his ass again. He sat down on his bed and faced me. “What’s new with you bro? I assume you’ve had a revolving window of hoes in and out of here?” I jokingly asked him. “Actually, nah. I’ve been focused on training for the spring season. I’ve only messed with one guy and one girl in the past few weeks. The guy is a DL football player, we vibe pretty well. But I’ve been lowkey.” Omar said. “Wow, you got a football player?” I asked, shocked. “A lot of these niggas like to mess around with other niggas, you just have to let them know that you’re down. That’s how I do it. I don’t approach these niggas, they come to me.” Omar said. confidently. He was fine, and he had swag so I could see it. “If you say so, my nigga.” I said. “So, you didn’t think to use this free time and catch up with any of your hoes or anything? Surely Ade and Bruce are using this time better than you are!” Omar joked, while scrolling through his own phone. “Man, fuck them hoes. Honestly, as much as I want to get my dick wet, I’m mad at all of those hoes. Aisha immediately disappeared when I told her I was pledging, saying she wasn’t my ‘main’ chick so she wasn’t down to help me….Normani’s fake ass is fucking a nigga that’s pledging Kappa so she’s already helping him and don’t get me started on that community hoe Nia.” I said, going down the list of women that had abandoned me when I needed their help most. “Damn, that’s fucked up. Guess you don’t have any hoes to help you out, but at least you got me! I may not get the dick, but I keep you fed anyways! Swipe, swipe!” he said, laughing. I laughed with him, as it were routine for him to softly flirt with me in this manner. I don’t know what made me do it, but I decided to flirt back. Maybe I could get something out of this. “I don’t know Omar, if you asked, you could get the dick too man. You deserve it after all you’ve done to help me out these past few weeks.” I said. He instantly looked up from his phone. “What did you say?” Omar asked, not believing the words that had come out of my mouth. I swallowed hard and I repeated myself. “Omar, if you asked, you could get this dick too man…you deserve it, as much as you’ve looked out for a nigga.” I said, smiling as I gripped my hard dick. Until before today, I hadn’t ever considered going down this route with another nigga but Omar was the exception. My dick was on autopilot, he was with me and part of me thought that there was some true interest behind his attempts to flirt with me. “Kavon, shut the fuck up. You not even gay, I’m not about to do this with you. Don’t tease me because you’re bored” Omar said, looking back down at his phone. “I’m serious!” I said. I decided to stand up, inserting my hand into my sweats so I could grab on my dick.
Omar looked back up, seeing how serious I was.
“What kind of shit is this, did them niggas that are pledging put you up to this?” Omar asked, raising an eyebrow. “What? No! This has nothing to do with that man. I would have gotten a bitch if I had to do that!” I said, slightly raising my voice. “Okay, then what is it?” Omar said, standing up. Fuck. I honestly thought it would be a lot easier to get this nigga to just drop to his knees and suck my dick. That’s all I’d wanted. Now, I was here having to make an explanation of feelings that I wasn’t sure how to put into words. “Omar, this ain’t no test or shit, I ain’t trying to take advantage of you for no fraternity thing, they don’t get down like that.” I started. “Okay, but how do you explain why you, my straight roommate is proposing a hook up with me, someone that’s not a woman?” he argued. “Fuck, I don’t know Omar. Seeing you walk around in those basketball shorts got me hard as fuck and I haven’t had a release in a minute, you know that. I don’t know, you’ve been looking out for me the way I expected one of these girls to and it’s made me feel a way about you. I can’t explain this shit!” I said, getting frustrated. “What, so because I’ve kept you fed, you thought the way to thank me was to get me to suck your dick? Is that what you think of me?” Omar said, rolling his eyes. “Nah, it’s not like that!” I said, not expecting him to say that. “Then what is it? Omar asked. “I don’t know. It’s nothing.” I said, unsure of how to respond. “Kavon, you’re the one that approached me, what do you mean, ‘it’s nothing’?” Omar said, smirking. “Bruh. I should have left it alone. My I was out of line. Can we forget this shit happened?” I replied, stepping back. Instantly, Omar stepped up to me, with now had us standing chest to chest. “Kavon, oh Kavon. I’m never gonna forget that this shit happened. You’re a tease!” Omar said, raising his hands to my nipples and tweaking them, which made me moan in response. “What the fuck yo?” I moaned to myself as Omar pushed me backwards onto my bed. “Sit back and relax. You just said a few minutes ago that if I asked nicely, I could get some of that dick. I’m not going to abide by your rules though since you tried to be sneaky about it. If you use your words like a grown ass man would, I’d be more than happy to make sure you get the happy ending that you have in mind.” Omar said as he loosened the drawstring to his basketball shorts and let them fall to the floor, leaving him standing in a pair of black briefs.
“Drop those sweats.” He said. I kicked off my sweats and briefs in one movement, which resulted in my dick flopping out between my legs. I was now sitting nude as Omar sunk to his knees. He was now kneeling in-between my open legs, waiting for me to get this show started.
I felt my dick throb as I heard myself ask “Omar, will you suck my dick?” “Gladly.” He said, I had to admit, my dick was definitely a nice sized one. One thing I knew about myself was that I pleased almost every girl that I’d fucked around with on the campus with this and here Omar was, holding my prized possession in his hand. “Go down and lick the head for me.” I whispered. Omar took my dick into his hand, and jerked it his hand to get it completely hard. I looked at my massive dick in his hand, and started getting a excited to feel his mouth wrapped on it. He always joked that men gave better head and now, I was about to find out for myself. Omar seemed nervous to proceed, as if he still couldn’t believe that this was happening “Don’t be afraid Omar, all you gotta do is lick the head.” I said trying to relax him. My dick hadn’t gotten wet in over a month. If we were gonna do this, we needed to start NOW. Omar looked up into my eyes, then down at my dick head. He then licked his lips and before I knew it, his lips were connecting with the tip of my dick. I felt his tongue licking all over the shaft, which made me shudder. “Yeah that’s it… Do it some more.” I said, with my mind blown at how good his mouth felt on my dick. He began to drag his lips up and down the length of the shaft, leaving my entire dick coated with his spit. This nigga was a pro! I moaned to myself as Omar sucked on my dick like it was it was a lollipop. Pre-cum began to leak from the tip of my dick and when Omar noticed this, he licked up the juice that covered the head and sucked on the head. I smiled to myself as I watched Omar lick his lips, tasting the salty, sweet substance. Omar was savoring this moment but the further we went along, the more anxious I was to bust this nut. “Stop being all lovey and dovey with the dick and suck it.” I said. This made Omar glance up at me, scowling. “Nigga, I run this shit. You’re going to regret that shit!” Omar said, before he resumed sucking my dick. This time, he deep throated me. No one had ever deep throated my dick, so feeling his nose buried in my pubes as his throat massaged length of my dick was a feeling that I was ready for. “DAMN! Fuck, chill or I’m gonna bust!” I whispered loudly to Omar, hoping he’s chill. Omar was a pro and I wanted to enjoy this shit some more. I tried to pull my dick out of his throat but he followed me as I scooted back, keeping my dick lodged firmly in his throat. His mouth was wet as fuck and I could feel my dick touching the back of his throat. He wasn’t even gagging – he was just bobbing his head up and down the length of my dick. “Damn your mouth feels so good.” I said. Omar moaned on my dick as he continued to suck it. “Oh Shit… Damn that’s it.” I moaned out. I felt my spit lubricating his throat making it even easier for him to swallow me. Not that he was struggling in that department. My dick was firmly lodged down his throat and I was losing it – I felt my orgasm approaching. I’d tried my best to fight this impending orgasm but I wasn’t going to beat Omar in his area of expertise. “Fuck, I’m about to cum!” I whispered (not wanting the entire dorm to hear what was happening). He instantly removed my long dick from his mouth and with his right hand, he aimed it at me, which shocked me. At that moment, my dick throbbed and I shot four ropes of cum directly onto my abs and chest. In a matter of seconds, my torso was covered in cum.
“Damn! What did you do that for?” I asked as cum ran down my body. “I don’t know why you thought I was about to swallow!” Omar said, laughing to himself. I sat there in awe, shocked that we’d even messed around like this. Omar sat between my knees for a second before, standing up over me. He leaned down and before I could say anything, he was kissing me! After the amazing blowjob that he’d given me, I didn’t even resist. I felt him push his tongue into my mouth and I returned the gesture by sucking on it. He wrapped his arms around me, clutching to the small of my back. I instinctively reached around him and placed my hands as the band of his underwear. I slipped my hands into his underwear, feeling his booty rest in my hands as we kissed, We made out for about another two minutes before Omar pulled back. I kept his booty in my hands we both smiled. “I’m glad you got the night off man.” Omar said, smiling. “Shit, me too man. I’m definitely glad I didn’t call no female up here, not when I got you here.” I said, laughing. “Oh, so this isn’t a one-time thing?” Omar asked, smiling. “Not by a long shot. I ain’t had none of this ass yet so we’re gonna have to experiment with that shit bruh.” I said, as I slid a finger along the crack of his ass. “Hmmm, maybe we can make that happen. That’ll be your crossing gift.” Omar said, laughing. “You really gonna make me wait?” I asked, fake pouting. “Hell yeah, I’m gonna make you wait. This is your first time ever messing around with a man, and I typically don’t mess around with niggas who don’t know what they’re into for sure. I made an exception for you because the thought of messing with you has crossed my mind, but I definitely ain’t the type to just give it up. Plus, I’m giving you something to look forward to.” Omar said, leaning into me and connecting his lips with my lips once again. I could get with that. I didn’t consider myself to be Gay or anything but I could see myself messing around with Omar in the future. He might have thought that tonight was a fluke but he definitely had my attention.
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Walking around the house with a big hard-on sticking out in his undies. If his roommate walked in, he’d be completely busted; there’s no way to hide that big thing. He’s just a sexy daredevil.
Steph Curry bulge
Good on this man for filming and keeping his hands up. That cop was looking for an excuse to shoot him.
After claiming loudly for EVERYONE ELSE to hear that there’s a gun, he tells that guy much more quietly to turn his car off, meaning the driver would have to pull at least one of his hands inside the car, which would give the sad excuse for a human being every reason he wants to shoot the poor guy. He’d be telling investigators, “Yeah, I saw something that looked like a gun, he reached for it, and I feared for my life. Everyone around me heard me yell ‘gun’. You can ask my coworkers who would vouch for me.” District Attorney would then say, “We found that the officer was complying with protocols and violated no law. He can return to work after his life was nearly ruined by the false claims of onlookers who didn’t see what the officer saw.”
It’s almost as if they’re all reading from the same script.
He was going to shoot him!!!!🤬🤬🤬
This is the type of shit that we mad about!!! 🤬🤬🤬
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Odell Beckham Jr
When you finally get his ass alone after he has been teasing you all week and sending all type of nasty/freaky text messages.