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“King Me”

Five years after shattering my knee and losing my future in football, I was still doing whatever I could to put everything back together. My knee was fine but the rest of me was still broken, no matter how convincing my façade was at any given moment. I finished college but couldn’t advance in the lane of my degree, so I decided to make money off of my looks. I became what is known as an Instagram model and influencer to make ends meet; meanwhile, I booked clients for private massages for some extra income. It was through my massage clientele that I met Thiago.

My clientele was nearly all gay men, so when Thiago Alencar-Ellis booked me, I figured it would simply be another routine massage. However, the moment he arrived at the Airbnb I was using that day, I felt something between us. It was sort of like the energy I’d feel whenever I was attracted to a woman but somehow deeper. I tried to put up an invisible wall but his eyes seemed to see through it and I knew he knew I was feeling something. I managed to massage him professionally without crossing any lines and he left with less stress than he’d entered with. That night, I got a call from him on my private number instead of my business number. I still have no idea how he got it.

“Rashad, my husband and I want you to spend this upcoming weekend with us,” he offered the moment I answered his call. “We live in a condo in Beverly Hills. You can stay in our guest suite. We’ll need you to get tested at the same exclusive clinic we go to for our own testing. There will be a non-disclosure agreement as well as a contract for your payment that will require your signature, of course. Are you interested in this opportunity?”

The sexiness of his accent fucked with my train of thought for a second, but I was able to get it together and tell him, “I’m interested.”

So, deep into my weekend with him and his husband, Brendan, I was still trying to wrap my mind around it all. I’d had my curiosities about what it would be like to have sex with another man but that was in college whenever I’d see a nice ass on a teammate or one of those track runners. The way I felt about Thiago was different. Just thinking about him would get me hard to the point where I’d have to masturbate for over an hour. While soaking in the tub of their guest suite bathroom, I did my best to relax and disregard any sort of negative energy. My mind was as opened as ever and my body was prepared to follow.

Me (Rashad Moore)

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“Bullseye”

The streets had a code and even though I respected that code, I had to do what I had to do. When Trikk killed my brother, I went rogue. I knew that going after Trikk would put my own boss in a world of trouble but I had to do it. My actions would probably cause a new street war but I had no choice. Trikk ran the eastside and my boss, Murda, ran the westside. They had a truce but that shit had been shaky for a minute. So, I spent weeks planning on how to avenge my baby brother’s murder. All of that planning went to waste when I learned something unknown about Trikk.

Me (Sloan)

“Close the fuckin’ door,” I said to Trikk’s trick. I could tell he was still in shock from me being in the dressing room with my pistol aimed at him. He closed the door and I quickly told him, “Put your hands on the wall.”

“What is this about?” he asked. “Who sent you here?”

“Nigga, either put your hands on the wall or I’m gonna have to splatter your brains all over this mothafucka!”

“Okay, okay.” He put his hands on the wall and looked at me without saying anything.

Cass

“Is anybody else comin’ back here?”

“Not right now. But the club is about to close so…”

“A’ight, shut up. You need to get dressed and come with me.”

“Who are you?”

“I’m the nigga with the gun. You don’t need to know more right now. Get dressed.”

I stood there and watched him change out of his stripper outfit, if it can even be called that. Once he was dressed and had his stuff ready to leave, I put a towel over my wrist to hide my pistol and pressed it to his back so that he would know not to try anything. I was prepared to kill his ass if I had to. Lucky for him, we made it out of the club without anyone noticing anything. We made our way across the street to the parking garage where I’d parked my Dodge Charger. I unlocked the doors with my alarm remote and made him get in.

“Are you gonna kill me?” he asked before I could start the car.

“No,” I answered. “Not if you do exactly what I need you to do.” I started the car and asked him, “Does anyone live with you in your apartment on Ridgeview Street?”

“How do you know where I live?”

I laughed a little and admitted, “I know everything about you, Cassius Talbert. Everything.”

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“2 Boys in a Bando”

And to think it all started with me posting a pic on Instagram that late Friday night, hours after the basketball game I’d attended with my friends. Well, Anquan had been displaying what I’d heard my friends describe many times as classic DL signs, but it wasn’t until I posted the pic that I got confirmation that he actually was DL. He invaded my DMs just two minutes after I’d posted that pic; which meant he was already stalking my shit that night. Our chat in the DMs wasn’t long and his demands were direct.

Park at the stop sign up the street from his house.

Walk around his house using the side alley to the abandoned house behind his house.

Come in through the back door of the abandoned house.

Take the stairs and enter the second door on the right.

I was told by my friends that DL boys were paranoid as fuck but I wasn’t expecting to go on some mission just to get some dick. However, it was my first time and there was no way I could turn down having my cherry popped by Anquan Miller. The only reason why I was the only one out of my group of friends holding onto my virginity was because no boys ever hit me up. I guess that’s why I posted that pic of myself. I was so glad it worked. My wait wasn’t in vain.

Me (Toby McCallister)

The abandoned house—or bando as he referred to it—wasn’t that bad looking inside and somehow the power was on. I was expecting a cold and disgusting place but it was actually warm and decent in there. There was no furniture but the carpet was clean and it didn’t smell bad at all. He had a light on upstairs but it must have been a small light because it didn’t brighten the dark house too much; only casting a little thin stream of light on the stairs. I followed the light to the second door on the right like he’d said and noticed the door was slightly open. I stepped inside and there he was sitting on a twin-sized memory foam mattress on the floor in nothing but his underwear, black socks, an Under Armour cap, and a blanket wrapped around him.

Anquan Miller

“Does anybody know you came here, Toby?” he asked.

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“Burning the Midnight Oil”

Stress had been eating away at me the entire workday and I just wanted to leave the office; however, I couldn’t because my department had to meet an impossible deadline. I would’ve given anything for a drink and a massage that night. Instead, I was most likely going to go home to my nagging fiancée, Erica, and her annoying miniature poodle, Holly. As the clock got closer to striking midnight, my team got their shit together and we made enough progress to call it a night. I admit, I wasn’t as relieved as I should’ve been because I was horny and I knew Erica would fuss about me coming in so late instead of giving me some pussy. I had no idea I’d end up finding another way to relieve my stress that night.

“That’s the end of it,” I said to my subordinates. “We have met this quarter’s fiscal deadline. Congratulations.”

“I’m out this bitch,” Leon, my right-hand, called out before strolling over to the elevators.

I laughed and told everyone else, “Goodnight.”

While they all headed to the elevator, I felt the sudden urge to take a piss. So, I headed to the men’s room to handle that. I halfway expected someone to walk in—which always seemed to make my dick hard—but no one ever did. I finished pissing and washed my hands before snapping a pic of myself with my phone to prove to Erica that I actually was at work late. She was always accusing me of seeing some other woman when in reality, I was more likely to cheat on her with another man. Bisexuality remained the ultimate test I had yet to conquer.

Me (Cameron Clark)

I was in the middle of shutting everything down for the night when I heard a noise from the supply closet near my office. I stepped inside to see one of my subordinates, Antoine Ivory, was in there organizing some supplies. Out of my team of fifteen, Antoine was the one who gave me the least amount of bullshit every day. He did what he had to do and never complained about anything. I could always depend on him; and to a somewhat equal extent, Leon to help us advance through the workday. Beyond his dependability, he was sexy as fuck.

“Mr. Ivory,” I said, startling him a little. “You do know everyone else has gone home, right?”

Antoine Ivory

He looked at me and replied, “I know you have to come in here and check all of this stuff before you can leave and I just wanted to help out. You seem a little more…stressed than normal.”

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“I Care 4 U”

The rain was pouring down that Saturday night as if it were coming from an enormous showerhead directly above Baton Rouge. The date was February 14, 2015 and I was ready for Valentine’s Day to be over. Yet again, I didn’t have a boyfriend or even someone to fake it with for some V-Day dick; therefore, I was over it. Still recovering from a cold, I was feeling good enough to try out a new anal toy I’d purchased from Amazon. My dinner consisted of a fruit salad with a caramel drizzle and water, so douching was a breeze. It was a quarter to eleven and I was all set for some vibrating action when there was a knock at my bedroom door. I put on my robe and opened the door to see my roommate Brendon standing there.

“Taye, please tell me you have some lube,” he said while barging into my room.

“Hold up,” I snapped. “How are you just gonna roll up in my room like that? What if I would’ve had somebody up in here?”

He looked around and smirked as he said, “You don’t. Anyway, I need lube. Greg got a hotel suite for us and told his wife he’s out of town for the weekend. He can’t use his debit card because his wife monitors the account and he spent the little cash he had in his wallet on the suite. You know I’m broke as fuck until my next paycheck.”

“You better be glad I have extra.” I went over to my nightstand and grabbed one of my bottles of naturally scented edible lubricant. I handed it to him and suggested, “You shouldn’t be sleeping with some woman’s husband.”

“Bitch please, you’ve seen him on Facebook. That man is the epitome of fine.”

“He is but I’d feel guilty as fuck. I don’t see how you do it.”

“Taye, the man is more into fem bitches like me than he is into his wife. He likes to suck dick and fuck an asshole.” He noticed the way I was looking and shook his head before asking, “So, you’d never give a brotha in need some ass if he’s married or in a serious relationship?”

“No. It’s not my thing.”

“Okay, but what about a guy who was with someone you knew? Would you fuck around with one our friends’ exes? Hell, would you fuck around with one of mine?”

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A short (short) story about a teen, a mistaken text, and a freaky encounter in a school stairwell.

Something to tide you over…

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“Bad Habits 6: Good Boy Gone Bad”

Senior year at Braxton-Jacobs High was definitely a game-changing year for me. I’d gone from being somewhat of a nerd with a handful of friends to being cool with almost all of my peers. I say almost all because although I’d completely changed my image, there was one girl who still treated me like shit. Her name was Danielle Murphy and we used to be cool until seventh grade. For whatever reason, she became a major bitch to me and made it her mission to always fuck up my day. She once talked her friends into playing a prank on me where they somehow got the combination to my locker, stole my books, and tossed them in trash bins all around the school. Needless to say, I desperately wanted to get even.

“Noah, how do you think you did on Mrs. Howell’s test?” my friend Caiden asked me as we sat in the senior lounge during our free period.

“I know I got an A,” I answered confidently. “I mean, every question on the test came straight out of things that happened in chapters ten, eleven, and twelve from the book.”

“Yeah, but I’m sure she put in a few trick questions.”

“Even if she did, I know I still got an A.” The bell rang for seventh period and I asked him, “Are you staying after school today for the cyberteam meeting?”

Me (Noah Ross)

“Not today but I’ll definitely be at Thursday’s meeting when we get to hack computer systems again.”

I rolled my eyes and said, “Of course you wouldn’t miss that. I’ll see you later, Caiden.”

“Later, Noah.”

We headed out of the senior lounge in separate directions. I was on my way to advanced biology in the building next door when I heard her annoying voice call out, “Girl, you gone be late if you don’t twirl and skip your fruity ass to your next class.”

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“Bad Habits 6: Good Boy Gone Bad”

Senior year at Braxton-Jacobs High was definitely a game-changing year for me. I’d gone from being somewhat of a nerd with a handful of friends to being cool with almost all of my peers. I say almost all because although I’d completely changed my image, there was one girl who still treated me like shit. Her name was Danielle Murphy and we used to be cool until seventh grade. For whatever reason, she became a major bitch to me and made it her mission to always fuck up my day. She once talked her friends into playing a prank on me where they somehow got the combination to my locker, stole my books, and tossed them in trash bins all around the school. Needless to say, I desperately wanted to get even.

“Noah, how do you think you did on Mrs. Howell’s test?” my friend Caiden asked me as we sat in the senior lounge during our free period.

“I know I got an A,” I answered confidently. “I mean, every question on the test came straight out of things that happened in chapters ten, eleven, and twelve from the book.”

“Yeah, but I’m sure she put in a few trick questions.”

“Even if she did, I know I still got an A.” The bell rang for seventh period and I asked him, “Are you staying after school today for the cyberteam meeting?”

Me (Noah Ross)

“Not today but I’ll definitely be at Thursday’s meeting when we get to hack computer systems again.”

I rolled my eyes and said, “Of course you wouldn’t miss that. I’ll see you later, Caiden.”

“Later, Noah.”

We headed out of the senior lounge in separate directions. I was on my way to advanced biology in the building next door when I heard her annoying voice call out, “Girl, you gone be late if you don’t twirl and skip your fruity ass to your next class.”

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“About Us”

The night I met Derek Lewis was the night I became the man I am today. He completely changed my outlook on life. I’d been on the downlow since high school but I came out after being in a relationship with Derek for only six months. Those six months turned into five years and while I thought we were doing okay; he didn’t feel the same. I found out he’d been spending time with someone else and had been lying to me about hanging out with his friends. When I pressed him on it, he admitted that he’d been cheating on me for over a month. I was beyond devastated. I became broken and bitter and someone I didn’t recognize every time I looked at myself in the mirror. I needed to get back to being me but for a time, I didn’t know how. It wasn’t until Derek texted me out of the blue one day that I began to figure it all out.

“You need some ass, Sherrod,” my best friend Brandon said to me as we exited the gym building into the parking garage. “Look, I fuck with this lil’ fem dude on the eastside with a bubble booty. He ain’t cheap but he got some serious skills. That’s my go-to when I can’t find any clean and good ass when I’m horny.”

“You pay for ass?” I asked with a smirk.

“Nigga, at least I don’t waste my money on OnlyFans!”

“Hey, say what you want but at least I get my nut while looking at videos of good quality dudes I’d never get in person.”

“True but it still ain’t got shit on the real thing. When was the last time you had some ass, dawg?”

I paused by a concrete column and answered honestly, “My last time with Derek.”

Me (Sherrod Hughes)

“Wow. It’s been that long?”

“Yeah, man.”

“For what? Nigga, you used to get more ass than me back during our DL days. Them bottoms used to risk it all for some of that light-skinned pretty boy dick.” He laughed and asked, “What happened, bro?”

I laughed and joked, “First of all, fuck you. Second, I just haven’t been looking. I mean, I get hit on and shit but I just don’t feel it.”

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they’re SICK of her and I love it lmao

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Yas 🙌🏾🙌🏾

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They face the whole time 😂😂

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LMAO

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You name it

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Me when My grandma and other members of the family are cooking for absolutely no reason at all 🤷🏽‍♂️🤷🏽‍♂️🤷🏽‍♂️😩😩😂😂😂

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WORD.

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he does the job no one wants to do and then will be told that he’s stealing it.

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The driscolls boycott is still goin on And here are ways you can help farmworkers

Donate to food chain workers alliance https://t.co/okIpzNoyEv

Donate to United farm workers https://t.co/HwgXdH4l7w

Donate to farmworker justice https://t.co/O14KKMg7KE

Donate/give supplies to migrant Farmworkers Assistance Fund https://t.co/ePbmNBVLMP

Donate to center for Farmworker families https://t.co/IReMpiEaq1

Donate to campaign for Migrant worker justice https://t.co/f2TV0Jqzd1

Donate to brandworkers https://t.co/NhTNsUrbBw

Donate to CIW https://t.co/uH5bUUGqwg

Keep in mind that Publix and Wendy’s refuse to join the fair food program

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Reblogging again for the links

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Yeah. I was about to say. He’s that fast because he’s being paid by the pound, not by the hour. So he has to or else he won’t be able to make enough money to put food on the table.