Getting Serious Part 2 /The Conclusion: S.S.C.

It seemed as though Saturday was taking forever to come. I counted down the days until it was time to meet my long time crush via Twitter. My digital clock displayed "1:00". I had one more hour before the time came for me too meet him. I opened the doors to my compact closet and searched for something to wear. I didn't want to come off as extra feminine or hella tugged out, or even looked like I was on the DL.

Finally I found an outfit. I had decided to take the causal route. I wore a thin yellow v-neck shirt that displayed my muscular chest which I spent hours in the gym to achieve. Dark denim straight fitted jeans, with yellow and black Vans kicks completed my look. Lastly I dabbed a small amount colongue of on my chest and on my neck. With 30 minutes to spear I popped a piece of gum in my mouth and hopped in my car and headed for the mall.

20 minutes to 2:00 and I had just entered the mall. For a Saturday it was not crowded, surprisingly. I decided to sit on the small bench adjacent to the entrance of the mall. It was now 1:50 and I began to wonder if the nigga had stood me up. I got nervous and pulled out my phone to play a game to relax myself. Just as I looked up from my game of PAC-man, I as him. A tall, muscular, smooth caramel skinned man pushed the mall doors open. We instantly made eye contact and smiled. I stood up to greet him with a dap. He pulled me close to his body and whispered in my ear, "You look great." "Geee thanx sir, you look very handsome and well put together yourself," I replied. He extended his hand. I reached out and held his hand as we walked toward the food court.

He was so comfortable with him self, not caring with anyone said. As we walked we pulled necks and stirred up convocations. "You want something to eat pa?" he asked. "Nah im good, just some water will be fine." "Come on pa, don't be shy. Its my treat," he smiled. "Fine, Ill have a Cesar salad," I chuckled. He ordered Chinese, I got my salad then we found a quite isolated table toward the back of food court. "I'm glad you decided to meet me pa. I was kinda nervous about it," I said. "Why nervous? I can sense the feeling between us is mutual. Just relax," he replied with a cute boyish smile. We chatted some more and shared a few laughs. I was truly enjoying myself.

After our meal, I looked him him the eyes and said firmly, "I have a confession." "Go ahead, I'm listening." "I do not have one of the most stable or committed lifestyles," I mumbled. "Ive had a lot of sexual encounters with a lot of men in my past. Ive had sex with men ranging from ages 19-55. I even had sex with a married couple," I continued lowering my head in shame. There was an awkward silence. I thought he would be completely turned off, when he reached over and lifted my chin up and looked me in the eyes. His eyes pierced through my head as he spoke."In life we all do things we are not proud of. No one is perfect. Your past is your past. If your willing to make a change for better, what you did before can be forgiven. I'm willing to get to know you, regardless of you raunchy past. If your willing to meet me half way and focus on what you really want, I'm sure we will be fine."

I was in complete awe when he finished. Tears rolled from my eyes unto my cheeks. I had never been spoke to that way before. My ex was a crazy sex fiend that cheated when ever the got the chance. My feeling were the least of his interest. "Awww, you are just too cute. Its ok." He reached over and whipped the tear form my cheek. I smiled and said, "Thank you. thank you.....I'm just really lost for words right now," I whispered. "You don't have to say a word pa. We have all the time to talk and get to know each other in time." I nodded and smiled. "Lets get out of here. How does a walk in the park sound?" he asked. "I sounds great," I replied.

We left the mall and and dove to the neighborhood park. We walked and talked about any and everything under the sun. He was such a pleasant and honest soul. I was falling fast, and it was only my first date with him. Could this be the end of my dark sexual past, and the beginning of a bright, committed and blossoming relationship with a real man. Only time will tell.



-End

--S.S.C. (summer sex chronicles 2010)

Getting Serious Part: 1 - S.S.C.

Mid July, and the sun is scorching outside. I practically feel the sun burning though my skin though my bedroom window. Rolling over onto my back, I gaze into the ceiling and being to look back on all the sexual encounters. The one minute mail man, mandingo Mike and his elephant sized dick, and even the pilot that fucked me at altitude cruz. I can never forget the crazy ass couple that lead to my first experience with a female. "Is it time I hang up my promiscuous ways and try to settle down?" I thought to myself.

Reaching over to my night stand I grab my cell phone and long on to Twitter. Updating my status I see 1 unread direct message. I click over and see its from the guy I have been crushing on for quite some time. We've been tweeting back and fourth and Ive been getting real into him. We even traded numbers and traded a couple pictures. "How corny am I to think that I can actually form a relationship over a social network. Like, its only Twitter, how for do I expect it to go," I thought.

His message read, "Sup pa? hope ya day is going well. and i hope you consider meeting me face2face." He'd been asking me to meet him face to face for a while now, but I had constantly blown him off due to my sexual obligations. He has been aggressively trying to get to know me and ritually sending me morning text messages, and making sure my day was going fine. He came off of to me as the committed type, which was something I had be avoiding since my last relationship that ended horrifically.

Rather than responding to his dm right away I logged off Twitter and tossed my favorite porn flick in the DVD player and begun my afternoon session. Stroking my semi hard dick to the rhythm of my favorite porn star Shorty J's fuck pattern, I began to visualize my twitter crush. Imagining him forcing his, massive dick inside me, beating my guts out, then letting me suck off my juices from rock hard dick. Getting ready to bust, I visualized him creaming all over my face.

I rose from my bed and cleaned my self up and got clean sheets form the dresser to change my nut covered sheet. With my mind now clear and some sexual tension released I grabbed my phone and texted my Twitter crush. "Hey papi, I got your dm. My day is going great. I just finished handling some business. and guess what pa. if you down for it, I'd like to meet face to face this weekend at the mall," my text message read.

Within minutes he respond back. His text read, "awww that what up. I'm glad all is well with you. ill be honored to finally meet you. :-) see you there at 2pm Saturday. xoxo." After reading his text my heart begun to beat rapidly. The thought of meeting this guy was different from meeting the other guys in the past. He actually seem genuinely interested in getting to know me. My fear of commitment was truly going to be put to the test this weekend.

Auto Pilot -S.S.C.

"Now boarding flight 1246 with service to Chicago Illinois. Starting with first class, you may now enter the terminal door to the right," a beautiful hispanic woman said on the intercom.
I got up and made my way to do door with my ticket in hand. I was heading to Chicago to attend a wedding of my of my very close friends. It was going to be a 5 hour flight and my body was set on tired from the minute I woke up earlier that morning, so I was not looking forward to this flight.

When finally aboard the plane, I tucked my luggage into the overhead compartment and took a seat in the huge leather seats of the first class cabin. I look though my window and saw that second class had begun entering though the rear end of the plane. It truly sucked to be in second class, I thought to my self.

The plane was finally filled and everyone was seated. The engines began to roar and the plane pulled out of the terminal. As the plane rolled down the runway, as video came on a flat screen in front of me. A handsome caucasian man, who introduced him self as Rick Myers, the pilot of the aircraft, demonstrated how to lock the seat belts in place, and what to do in case of emergency. His uniform was perfect and well ironed. I could see his print though his brown pants. He appeared to be packing, but you know what they say about white men. When he finished his demonstration the plane had begun lift off.

When the plane had reached a leveled altitude, I saw the door of cockpit slide open. Emerging from the cockpit was the handsome pilot in the video earlier. As the flight attendant pored wine into my glass and the other passengers' glasses, Rick begun greet the passengers. He stated down the row toward my seat, shaking hands and chatting with elderly passengers. When he reached my row, I shook and hand and smiled. "Are you enjoying your flight thus far?", he asked. "Yes! its great. I'm surprised we haven't had any turbulence as yet," I chuckled. "I'm surprised myself, I hope we don't get any," he added. We nodded and made his way back to cockpit. On his way back i noticed his perfectly shaped ass. His pants cupped his ass so perfectly, giving me an instant erection.

2 hours into the flight while every one in my cabin had fallen asleep I heard the door of the cockpit slide open once more. Once again is was Rick. He yawned and stretched his arms in the air. I scanned him from head to toe and licked my lips. He walked down the aisle quietly and as if on purpose, he bumped me on my arm with his hip. I looked back quickly to notice him nodding his head in the direction of the fist class cabin restroom. I instantly caught the drift and rose quietly from my seat and crept toward the restroom.

I slid the restroom door open lightly and was surprised at what is saw. Rick's pants were stripped off and had already begun to unbutton his shirt. "Lets make this quick," Rick whispered in a deep voice. Within seconds I was naked in the small compact aircraft restroom. Rick sat on the small toilet seat and I leaned back on the tiny sink. Rick grabbed my dick and began to suck me off. I had never had my dick sucked by a white man before and I must admit he was doing a hell of a job. He slurped and jacked my dick in rapid motion. He nibbled on my balls and played with my ass hole. "Ahh dam, put in Rick, put it in," I whispered. He slid his middle finger inside of me and deep throat my dick. I pushed his head further down on me and surprisingly I felt the back of his throat. "Damm you suck a good dick Rick," I moaned.

Rick stood up and pulled a condom from his pants pocket and tore it open. "Come on, fuck me," he said in a hasty voice. I had not fucked anyone in years and was not sure I was about to. "That's not ma posit on Rick," I said. "Oh, you take cock?!," Rick asked. I nodded my head and giggled. I had not heard the work cock in a long time. Don't his white ass know its called dick, I thought to myself. Faster than I could blink Rick had slipped his condom on pushed me into position. I was bent over the sink in a diagonal alignment. Rick stood on top of the small toilet seat and jumped right into me. Rick's dick, what seem to me like 7.5 inches slid against the walls of my ass and I held on to the faucets of the sink. I yelped out in pleasure.

Suddenly the plane shook. The turbulence was light enough to give Rick the extra push to get further into my guts. "That's some good dick dude," I said in a low whisper. "You like that cock don't you, huh....huh.... huh?"Rick kept asking. After a minutes passed of rapid fucking Rick pulled his dick out and came on the arch of my back. "Ahhhh fuck!,"Rick said knocking his dick against my ass cheeks. "Here, clean ya self up," he said handing me a wet napkin from a container on the counter. I reached around my back and wiped off his cum. Before I could finish getting dressed Rick had already ran out the restroom. I finished getting dressed, washed my hands, and returned to seat.

Surprisingly everyone was still sleeping, due to the fact that most of them were elderly people. I sat back in my seat and got ready for landing and thought to myself. "Fucking pilots in cramped restrooms. I giggled. My first white guy was not half bad."

-S.S.C.

The Pastor's Affair- S.S.C.

"Praise the lord, take me higher lord," I yelled from my seat in the congregation. A girlfriend of my mine had been inviting me to come to church with her for months. I had constantly came up with excuses and reasons not to come, but after my encounter with the hella freaky married couple, I need to washed in the blessings of the lord.

Fellowship Glory was an small compact church with cushion benches that seated about 85 people. I sat in the front row of benches to watch friend sing the hymns. She sang so sweetly while she rocked side to side. When she finished, the congregation clapped and I stood and winked at her.

Minutes later the service went into full swing. After a few members of the church stood up and said prayers for the sick and shut-in a young lady came up and read scriptures from the bible. "Love one another, and your neighbor like you love yourself," she said as she ended her piece.

"Good is good...All the time," a handsome, tall, light skined man made his way to the front of the church. Who would have thought fine ass brothers were pastors in this day and age. I had always had the stigma that old men and women ran churches. The congregation said in unison, "Amen," as they rose to their feet to say the lords prayer.

After the lords prayer, the pastor began his message. I could not keep my eyes off him. His honey, smooth skin and deep captivating voice made my dick raise instantly. I shifted in my seat to adjust myself. "Love and lord's blessing is the key components to living a happy life," the pastor said as he walked across the front of the church.

I found myself staring at him, watching his every move as he spoke. As though he could feel me staring him to death, he turned in my direction and walked toward me. My heart began to pump. "What the hell is he about to do," I thought. We made eye contact as he stood in front of me and asked, "Are you a saved man of the lord?" "Yes sir I am," I replied. "Praise God," he said into the mic. He smiled at me and walked back to to the center of the church. The congregation behind me said in unison once again, "Amen."

So mesmerised by the white smile and church boy swag he ended his message with out me even knowing. The congregation then sang the closing hymn as they made their way out the church. I sat quietly in my seat and waited for my friend to come out from the fellowship hall. "You ready to go darlin?" she asked me grabbing her bag. "Um, I think imma stay and meditate and gather my thoughts in the lords house." "Well I'll be dammed look what the lord done did to you. Go head get ya blessings baby. Imma head home and start ma Sunday cooking." "Alright pumpkin, I'll holla when I'm done and heading home," I said as i waved her off.

I got down on my knees and began to pray. Midway though my prayer I heard heard the steps of someone enter the church. I opened my eyes to the sight of the handsome pastor. I rose to my feet and finished my prayer. He made his way over to me and introduced himself. "Darnell Smith," he extended his hand for a hand shake. I smiled and replied, "Good to meet you. That was an awesome and moving serom you gave Darnell. I enjoyed it." "I'm glad you enjoyed it sir. The blessings form the lord are truly what more of us need now a days." I shook my head in agreement. "I have never seen you before, are you a guest," he asked. "Yes a friend of mine invited me, so I decided to come and get some of the lords blessings," I smiled. "You should consider becoming a member of Fellowship Glory. If your interested you can follow me to my office and ill tell you about the church and give you some pamphlets." "Sure I'd love to," I agreed. My mind began to wonder, what more I can lean form this pastor other than his church.

When we arrived to Darnell's office door he opened the door and motioned for me to enter. "There is nothing like a handsome gentleman," I giggled to myself. He sat behind his large marble desk while I took a seat in front of him. "God lead me to start this church and I too had a vision that I need to preach. I love the lord and I want others to love and follow him too," he said in a low voice. I just smiled and looked him directly into his eyes. "Good puts us in certain positions to meet and do certain things," he whispered this time leaning over his desk coming within inches of my face.

Looking deeper into his eyes, I leaned in an inch more. He licked his lips and filled the gap between us and kissed my chap stick covered lips. He cupped my jaw with his soft hands and slid his tongue into my mouth, massaging my tongue with his. He leaned back into his chair and shook his head and smiled. "Did the lord put you in the position to do that?" I asked. "He sure did," he replied as he undid his tie, slid off hid blazer, and unbuttoned his shirt. I caught the drift and removed my sweater vest and unbuttoned my shirt as well. When we finally stripped down to our boxers, Darnell pushed everything off his large marble desk and sat on his desk.

I leaned forward and slid down his boxers and was greeted by his semi erected dick. He was cut clean. My mouth watered and my blood began to pump. I opened my mouth and began to suck his dick. He grew harder in my mouth as he head pressed against the top of my throat. I sucked and slurped as he threw his head back in excitement. I held his ankles and pulled in forward. I gagged as I felt him hit the back of my throat. Taking out his wet dick from my mouth in began to kiss and suck on his nut sack. I reached up and pinched his right nipple. Darnell moaned and pulled his boxers off, and so did I.

After sucking his dick Darnell came down from his desk and got down on his knees and began to suck me off. I made sure he got ever inch of my dick down his throat. He pushed me further down into my chair and licked my shaft. He began to stroke my dick as he did his and slowly climbed to his feet. At this time my body yearned for Darnell,s dick inside me. I climbed onto his desk and arched my back. He ran his hands down my neck into the curve of my back. He licked his finger, then slowly slid it into me. He fingered me as I stroked my dick and pushed back on his finger. He inserted his index finger and i moaned his name.

While arched over Darnell's marble desk I noticed the Holy Bible on the floor. I began to have second thoughts. I had came into Darnell's office with intentions to have sex with him. Seeing the Bible made me conscious to what I was about to do. As much as I wanted to have sex with Darnell, I didn't want to have intercourse in or near the sanctuary of the lord.

I got up and sat on the desk and motioned Darnell to join me who had a puzzled look on his face. "You don't mind me just stroking you till you cum don't you," I whispered. "Not if you let me return the favor," he whispered back. We both layed back in unison. I gripped his dick and stroked him long and hard. He handled me with care as he rubbed his thumb on the head of my dick. After minutes of intense masturbating we exploded on each others chest. His smiled at me and said, "Praise the lord."

I got up and grabbed sheet of paper towel form Darnell's private bathroom and cleaned myself up. When I returned to get dressed his office he too had done the same. "I'd really like to finish this up sometime," he said as he handed me a piece of paper with is name and number on it. "I would love to finish this up too, at another place and time," I took his number, kissed him on the cheek and left his office.

"God puts us in certain positions to meet and do certain things" echoed in my mind as I mad my way to the bus stop. I hope my next encounter with the pastor would be outside of the sanctuary, then I would be able to show him the positions God wants us to be in.

Caught In the Act Part: 2 -S.S.C.

Excerpt from the ending of part: 1:

The thought of telling him I had heard someone enter the house ran across my mind, but the excitement of the moment and the thrill of being caught convinced me to keep my mouth shut. He then began to stroke his dick and beat it against the cheeks of my ass when the door of the bed room swung open! Loyal Rear End Sensation hoped off the bed falling onto the floor in shock.

Not surprised is turned my head slowly to see who is was. Glared by the bright light I managed to see the silhouette of a tall woman.
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The tall woman walk further into the room as she began to scream with great anger. "What the hell are you doing Andre? and who the fuck is that?", she bellowed. So Andre was his name I thought to myself as I rose from the bed butt naked.

"Oh hell no, what the fuck, your a man!?", she screamed with a shook look on her face. "Babe, calm down, its not what it looks like", Andre pleaded. At that split second I noticed the ring on the tall woman's hand, and then quickly turned to notice the ring on Andre's hand. "Wait, wait, wait a minute here. Are you guys married?" I asked while putting my boxers back on.

"Yes we are", the tall woman answered. I turned and looked toward Andre and giggled. "Yall got one fucked up marriage", I teased. The tall lady look at me with a face of disgust. "I cant believe ma husband in here with a man. This just some crazy shit", she shook her head in disbelief. "Babe I love you I really do, please let me explain", Andre pleaded. "Ahhh shut up", the tall woman and I said in unison. There was an awkward silence for what seemed to last hours.

The tall woman then turned and walk out of the door way. Andre and I looked at each other puzzled to what his wife was up to. "Why didn't you tell me you were married Andre", I asked in a stern voice. "If I told you, I didn't think you would want to get involved with me", he answered. "Ya think!", I said with an attitude.

Andre's wife returned to the entrance of the door way, this time dressed in red laced lingerie. I instantly burst out in laughter. "This has got to be a joke", I cackled. "Umm, what do you think your doing honey", Andre asked feverishly. "Just shut Andre, I always knew your ass had homosexual tendencies", she replied. I got up and grabbed the rest of belongings. Just then, Andre's wife jumped into my path and blocked the door.

"Umm ma'am, I think its time for me to leave now", I said while trying to slide paste her. "No, sweetie pie, you should stay. You look like the freaky type any way", she giggled. I have always been one for freaky and interesting situations, so nodded and turned back into the room. She closed the door of the bedroom and licked her lips. I thought to myself, "If curiosity killed the cat, today I'm surly gonna be the cat and I hope I don't get killed."

Andre sat at attention in the bed as he kept his eyes pealed to see what was going to unfold in their bedroom. I crawled into the bed next to Andre as he gave me a half smile. His wife began to stroke his dick and she motioned me to go down on her. She wanted to to eat her vagina out. I gaged at the thought. I had never had any type of sexual relations with a female, and my heart thumped hard at the thought. I released my inner freak and slid down between her legs. I heard slurping noises and knew she had begun sucking her husbands dick. I said a little prayer then slid her red panties off. Her vagina was shaved clean and appeared very smooth. It had no smell and had a light pink color. "Go ahead, put your tongue inside of it", she whispered. I slid my tongue between her clit. She swerved her body and moaned with pleasure. I continued to lick and stick my tongue in and out of her. I had watched billions of porn video, both straight and gay and knew a thing or two about what made women go insane.

I held her legs open and stuck my fingers inside of her hole as I swirled my tongue deeper into her. She moaned so loud that I began to think I was hurting her, until she screamed, "Don't stop!"After eating her pussy for about 13 minutes Andre motioned for us to change positions. As I got up I told Andre's wife to look in my bag back and pull out my dildo and my lube. She did as I commanded with a smirk on her face. I turned back around and began to suck on Andre's dick. I licked his balls and stroke his dick. Rubbing the tip, he whispered, "That's ma spot right there youngin."

Just as was my head game was at its climax I felt the head of my favorite dildo beat against my thirsty hole. I slid my ass higher into the air so Andre's wife could get a better angle. She lubed up my dildo and slid it slowly into me. I released a light moan as I pushed my ass back and arched my back. She trussed the dildo inside of me and slid it back out while fingering herself. "You like that shit don't you?" I nodded my head and continued to suck Andre's dick.

Andre then began to hold on to my head and guide it up and down. I felt his dick begin to throb and knew he was ready to cum. I too was reaching my climax as I visualized myself being fucked by Andre. "I want both of y'all to nut on my face", she commanded. Andre and I look at each other and smiled. We stood up on the bed and his wife good on her knees. We stroked our dicks and kissed long and passionately. Within minutes we had reach our limits and both Andre and I exploded on her face. Andre's wife tilted her head and welcomed the warm sperm onto her face. She smiled and rubbed her pussy. I shook my head and smiled and hopped of he bed.

I quickly gathered my belonging and got dressed. I walked over to Andre and his wife who both layed side by side on the bed and whispered, "Y'all some nasty ass fuckers, and I loved it." I ran downstairs, slammed the door shut and hopped in my car. I shook my head in amazement as I thought to myself, " Married men and fish is just a weird ass combination."

-S.S.C.

Caught In the Act Part: 1 -S.S.C.

"He seems interesting", I thought to myself as I scrolled though the list of hot masculine tops in my area on a gay hookup site I had just discovered. I had been so horny all week, not being able to even masturbate because of my busy schedule at work. I was truly sexually frustrated. I continued searching though the list.

I narrowed my search list to ages 30-45. Releasing a light chuckle and asked myself, "The older they get the better they get right?" I then stumbled upon a profile with a display name that read, "LOYAL REAR END SENSATION." He was 43 years of age and lived just about 2 miles from my home. Scrolling though is profile I noticed that his relationship status was left unanswered. Puzzled, I scrolled back up and took a quick look at his photos. He had was about 6'' tall, brown skinned, had narrowed face, a mustache, well built body and broad shoulders. What caught my attention was his completely full head of black hair. I expected to see small gray spots growing out, but I didn't. "H probably died that shit jet back", I giggled.

I decided to send him a private message to his inbox. My message read, "I'm hella horny right about now, and I'm looking to bust a nut worth busting. No bull shit or strings attached. Holla if you down." Within minutes I had one unread message in my inbox. No surprise it was from Loyal Rear End Sensation. I quickly opened it. His message read, "Hell yea papi. I'm down for whatever you into. Ma address is below. Get here how you can. The spear key is under the porch mat. I be waiting."

My adrenaline began to pump at the thought of getting dicked down by an older man. He was sure to have all the experience in the world so I can but this dam nut, I thought to myself. I begun to get myself ready. I went to the bathroom and pulled out my last bottle of douche. I carefully cleaned out my insides then hoped in the shower.

After my shower I packed a small bag for my journey. I grabbed a box of condoms, a bottle of lube, breath mints, and my favorite sex toy, and 11" dildo I nicknamed Rick. I then hoped into my car, started the engine, pulled out the driveway and was then in route to my next sexual rondevu.

At the end of my 25 minute drive, I had finally reached Loyal Rear End Sensation's house. My heart beat begun to increase as I hoped out the car and made my way unto the front porch of his home. I lifted the mat and found the spare key, then slowly opened the door and walked inside. As if he had known my exact time of arrival, I heard his voice from the bedroom upstairs, "Come on up youngin. Don't let me waste this precum now." I giggled and answered back, "Aight I'll be up in a minute." As I made my way upstairs I noticed pictures of him and a woman sitting close together holding hands and smiling along the wall. I paused and looked perplexedly at the picture then shook my head and continued upstairs.

Just as I stepped foot inside the partially dark bedroom my dick got rock hard as he greeted me with a soft kiss behind my hears. He then gently guided me to his king sized bed that was ever so soft and comfortable. "Take ya clothes off and arch ya back on that bed for me youngin", he whispered. I slowly unbuckled my jeans and they fell to the floor. He then creeped up behind me to help me take off my fitted V neck shirt. He grinded on my ass with his slightly erected dick. It was mad thick, and it had some length on it.

Completely naked, I crawled onto the bed on my stomach and arched my back as instructed. I felt the warmth from his body come up behind me and he licked his lips and spread my ass cheeks apart. The warm sensation from his tongue meeting my hole sent shock waves though my body. I let out a loud moan as he cupped my ass and began to eat for his life. He slurped and smacked his lips as if he had not eaten in ages. His long tongue slid into my hole and whirled around in a circular motion. I then held my own ass cheeks open as he slid his middle finger inside of me. "Ahhh fuck!", I moaned as he slapped my ass.

I rolled over onto my back and motioned him to get on his back, as I climbed on top of him and began to suck his dick. He continued to eat my ass while stroking my dick. Stretching my hole wider and wider he licked up and down in a rapid motion, I cringed as the excitement in my body got more and more intense. I moaned louder than before, this time I heard a motor of what I imagined to be someones vehicle. I paid it no attention as I continued to deep throat his dick. I gaged a little and he whispered, "Take ya time younin. Take it slow and deep and relax ya throat." I did as he commanded. As I went down slowly on him, I heard the shaking of keys. I stooped and looked back at him to see if he had heard it too.

Apparently he didn't because he flipped me back over to my stomach and pulled me up to my knees. The thought of telling him I had heard someone enter the house ran across my mind, but the excitement of the moment and the thrill of being caught convinced me to keep my mouth shut. He then began to stroke his dick and beat it against the cheeks of my ass when the door of the bed room swung open! Loyal Rear End Sensation hoped off the bed falling onto the floor in shock.

Not surprised is turned my head slowly to see who is was. Glared by the bright light I managed to see the silhouette of a tall woman.



TO BE CONTINUED....


-S.S.C.

"Mandingo Mike"- S.S.C.

"Bye, see yall in a couple weeks", I said to my salon friends as I left the nail salon. My freshly manicured toes and nails were on point, as started down the hot sidewalk. "Only the beginning of June and this sun cooking ma dam skin", I huffed and puffed to myself.

***WHAM***
My hand bag and I feel to the ground as I bumped into a rather muscular man who was coming full speed from around the corner. "Oh shit! Ma bad son, let me get that", the strange man said as he helped me to my feet. Dusting myself off I mumbled, "Its ok." When I was safely back on my feet I scanned him from head to toe; making eye contact and quickly turning away when I saw his huge brown puppy dog eyes.

"Names Mike, you from round these parts son?", he asked as he extended his had for a dap. I shook his hand and responded, "Nah, I'm not but I come here often for health and beauty reasons." "Oh that whats up", he said as he began to walk with me down the block. As we walked down the sidewalk I could smell his colone. It was light and yet manly at the same time. He walked with a light strut that showed he was confident in himself, and more over what was between his legs.

"Where you headed in the 150 degree weather son", he asked. "To the train station", I responded. " Well dam, you wanna lift shawty. The station is like half a mile from here, and in this heat ya gonna bake before ya get there", he chuckled. I shook my head in acceptance to his offer. "I parked over there near the dollar store", he pointed.

As we crossed the street, I looked around to see what vehicle he drove. He dug into the back pocket of his Ralph Lauren pants and removed his keys. He pushed a button on a gold remote and I saw the head lights of black Ferrari flash. My mouth dropped in amazement. To my surprise he opened the passenger door and motioned me to get in. Then he quickly hopped in the drivers seat and started the engine.

He pulled out of the parking lot and headed down the street. As we yielded at the stoplight I could not help but notice the large array of Beyonce Cd's in his radio compartment. I giggled to myself. The light turned green and he continued down the street. He switched lanes and passed the train station. I cleared my throat. He looked over at me and gave me a light smirk.

He pulled into an abandoned parking lot behind a small department store and put the car in park. He look into my eyes with his brown puppy dog eyes and said, "You ain't in no hurry to go on home are you homie?" "Nah, I got some time to spare", I smiled. He unbuckled his belt and slid his pants down. I licked my lips as I looked down to see his endowment. My eyes widened when I saw what looked like 12.5 inches of dick between his muscular thighs. He chuckled to himself knowing the power of what he held between his legs.

In no time I angled myself into position to go down on him. He pulled out his manhood and began to stroke it. I bent my head down and began to suck his dick. He let out a loud moan. He got harder and harder in my mouth as he gripped the back of my head and pushed me downward. His dick hit the back of my throat and I gaged a little. Then I began to suck and nibble on his testicles lightly as I griped his toned calves.

After a few more moments of giving Mike the head of his life, he reached down beside him and pulled a small lever that put passenger seat and the drivers seat in a flat position. "Get on ya stomach son and arch that back for me", he commanded. With out saying word I rolled into position. I heard the opening of a condom wrapper, which I assumed was a gold wrapper of course. I relaxed my body in preparation for his entry.

He slid the tip of his 12.5 inch dick into my tight hole I curled my toes. Slowly moving inward he pushed himself slowly into me. My insides expanded to welcome his manhood as he gripped my apple bottom ass with his muscular hands. Once half way inside of me my heart began to race. He picked up speed as he thrust into me harder and harder. My eyes began to shut down.

***BLOCK OUT&FAINT***
(a few hours later)

I slowly open my eyes to the brightness of the hot sun. Mike had dumped me out a block away from the train station. I searched around for my hand bag and began to try to analyze the situation that had transpired. I began to walk down the street and was struck with a sharp pain in my abdomen. Mike had really blown my back out. I then look into my hand bag for my cell phone and stumbled upon an envelope. I open the mysterious envelope and smiled at the site of $200.00 cash. Beside the cash was a letter. The letter read, "Ya head game is on point son, and ya ass tight as hell. I'd hit that any day. Left you some green, hope you spend it wisely.- Mike"

I thought to myself as I made my way up the stairs to the train terminal, "What am I now, a prostitute?"



-S.S.C.

Express Male- S.S.C.

*knock, knock, knock*

As I rose from the comfort of my couch to answer the door, i wondered, "who the fuck could this be, interrupting my soaps." Already sexually frustrated, i swung the door open with attitude written all over my face.

To my surprise it was the mail man a tall well built, hazel eyed, broad shouldered man that stood about 6'2. "Good afternoon sir.", he said as he extended his hand to shake my hand. I mutually shook his hand and replied, "Good afternoon Mr. Mail-man." I was instantly amazed when he released my hand to noticed his freshly manicured finger nails. I giggled.

"Whats so funny?" he asked. "Nothing, what are you here to deliver?" I asked looking behind him at his low budget mail delivery van. Without answering me he turned away and headed to his van and pulled out a rather small package and a clipboard. On his way back from the van I scanned him from head to too, paying close attention to the bulge in his tightly fitted purple pants.

"Whew!... This sun is hella hot, dam!"he said as he whipped what look to me like no sweat at all from his flawless face. "Do you wanna come inside, so i can sign those papers" I offered. Without hesitation he dashed pass me into my home.

Looking into his hazel eyes mesmerized I managed to ask, "Would you like a glass of water?" Walking slowly towards me and dropping his clipboard, he whispered into my ear, "I ain't thirsty for no water homie." I licked my lips as he bit his bottom lip, I kissed his moist and surprisingly soft lips. As we kissed for what seemed to me like 30 minutes he undid my pants. I smiled and paused to remove his carefully ironed uniform.

Stunned by his hairless chiseled, chest, abs, and arms, I dropped to my knees. He quickly undid hid pants and slid down his tightly fitted boxers to the floor. My mouth begun to water as I laid eyes on what look to me like 9.5 inches of manly goodness. "Go head papi, let me see what ya head game lookin' like" he whispered. Still in amazement i greeted his manhood with my mouth. Licking the head of his dick, he released a slight moan. I looked up and smiled.

Gripping his tightly firmed ass, i opened my mouth in preparation to taste his delicious manhood. I begun to go down on him, as he took deep breaths and moaned like what seemed to me like the roar from a mountain lion.

Just when I begun to caress his firm ass cheeks, his dick begun to pulse. Within minutes my entire mouth was filled with his warm salty juices. He ejaculated. I looked up at him with a perplexed and surprised look then to my watch. I jumped to my feet and spat this sperm into the empty candy dish on my coffee table.

Before I could could say a word he quickly begun to get dressed. I picked up the clipboard from the floor and signed it as I shook my head in disappointment. Pressing the signed clipboard into his chest, I let out a sarcastic laugh that displayed my amazement to his quick ejaculation. Embarrassed and upset he grabbed the clipboard from his chest and stomped out of my home to his low budget mail delivery van. He hopped into his van and sped off into the neighborhood.

I closed my door and thought to myself, what is the world "cumming" to.? One minute men........dam shame! I emptied my sperm filled candy dish into the sink then tossed it into the dishwasher, rinsed my mouth out with some mouthwash that i kept handy next to my fridge and ran back to the living room to open my package.

-By: Genesis S.
Summer Sex Chronicles (S.S.C.)

Summer Sex Cronicles

For the summer of 2010 Ill be composing a series of short stories and excerpts that are based on the sexual fantasies of a young gay black male.

The characters in S.S.C. are not based on real life individuals in any way.

Follow this anonymous male though his hot, steamy, and sex filled life. You wont be disappointed.


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-Genesis

Mothers Day&Mothers

Today is Mothers Day! The day when you gotta show mothers how much you really love them. Some say everyday is Mothers Day, cause mothers should be honored all the time. Mothers are suppose to be special supportive, and understanding people who care you no matter what.
Sadly that's not always the case. Some mothers are the total opposite. Sometimes for obvious reasons and some for senseless reasons.

My relationship with my mom is very complex. Sometimes I cant stand her guts and i wish she would just disappear, and others times I'm happy shes around. She has her annoying tantrums and nagging attitude sometimes and other times a warm heart, with open arms.

This Mothers Day i wrote her a wonderful poem and bought here 2 beautiful pair of shoes. She absolutely loved them. As she read the poem she smiled and showed her gratitude.

I gave my grandmother a beaded necklace and a very glamorous pair of purple sandals. She broke down in tears. I thought to my self, "She do dam dramatic" lol. She smiled and was truly happy.
I was happy that i had made her smile.

Family and more importantly mothers can get on our nerves and sometimes make us want to slap the crap out of them for whatever reason, but at some strange point in our lives we have to come to realize that those are the people that brought us into existence and nurtured us into adult hood. It may not always be a happy ending or walk through but mothers are special people and should be honored if not for at least one day!

HAPPY MOTHERS DAY TO ALL MOTHERS! XOXO

-Genesis 2010

Church: (A Place of Peace OR Judgement)

Today/tonight's blog entry is about my experience i had currently at a church service i attend. I have been attending this church for most of my life. Through the years, multiple pastors have served their time; some I have like and some i have not.

At the most recent service i attended i was confronted by the present pastor, who i am not fond of. I had not been attending church for quite some time because of my busy schedule, but when ever i get the chance i make it my business to attend early service which starts at 6:15am oppose to the one that starts as 8:44am. Because i work on Sundays at 10:00am on most Sundays, I've always chosen to attend the early service.

At this particular service service the pastor approached me during fellowship/greeting time and asked, "I have not seen you at 8:45am church for a long time, whats the deal?" I replied, "I work on Sundays, so i choose to attend the 6:15am service." The pastor then made a face of disgust, and replied, "I hope you can tell God that." She then walked away shaking her head.

At this time i was so upset that she actually told me something like that. The church is suppose to be a place of peace, fellowship, not judgment, and disrespect. The pastor does not know my situation, and for her to make such a remark really offended me. Though i am busy i try my very best to go to church and praise the lord. I could have make the decision not to attend and simply go about my business.

As of that Sunday i have no more respect for this pastor. she is truly the emblem of two-face-tedness and judgment; everything a pastor should not be.

(leave a comment below and let me know if you think the pastor was right for what she told me or was she out of line)

To Spank OR Not to Spank Your Kids Children

Do agree of disagree that children should be spanked, beaten, or hit when they are defiant, rude or disrespectful? After watching "The Tyra Show" today i decided that i should do this entry. Recently at my place of employment, i noticed a mother and her child. The child was throwing items off the shelves, and was disobedient when the mother told here to stop. The mother then reached her limit, and then begun to hit her child. As i listened form the adjacent isle, i noticed the mother was not stopping. She was beating her child so hard the kid was falling on the ground, and berating heavily. After the mother was satisfied and the kid and recovered from the beating the kid sat quietly and did not move until the mother was ready to leave the shore.

Personally i do believe in spanking. I also believe that spanking or beating should not be the only option when you discipline your child. Speaking and talking things out is also necessary. Yes kids need to be hit sometimes when talking is not enough. Spanking your child will help them understand not to do what they did before that was wrong.

One lady on "The Tyra Show" said all she does is talk to her child and talk away things that make him happy. Her son had broken a window in her home, and she talked to him and took away his X-box, ipod etc.
In my opinion that just makes the kid sad. Her kid should have been spanked. What he did was wrong and he needed to be disciplined.

When it all boils down to it, i believe that there should be an equal balance of both spanking, and talking to a child when disciplining them. Spanking can only do so much and so can just talking. In conclusion, different people discipline their children differently and how they want them to be raised.

What are your opinions? Do you think kids should be spanked, only talked to, or a mixture of both.
(comment below)

Sexual Awareness: Is there an appropriate age?

"Your too young to be involved in those things!" screamed an angry sister. "I already know about these things already!, what the hell are you talking about?"
As i listened to the argument the two sisters were having next to me, about the younger sister of the two holding in her position a box of condoms. The older sister apparently was upset that her younger sister at the age of13 was even holding a box of condoms.
"You better not be having sex, or talking to those lil boys at school!", the older sister continued. "I know all about sex!, and i know all the risks already, so leave me alone!" screamed the younger sister.

After hearing the short dialogue, i decided to make this blog entry. Is there an appropriate age that an individual should be exposed to sex? Can that person be too young?, and is there a right time to be sexually aware?

In my opinion there is no appropriate age to be sexually aware. It all boils down to the person maturity level. If that person is at a point were they can understand, and comprehend the risks and ambiance that sex entails they should not be deprived of any information that could potentially make that person more sexually aware.

My intent is not to encourage any one to have sex if they are not ready. If both parties involved are at a comfortable level of maturity and mentally, physically, and emotionally ready to have sex, they should then come to a unanimous decision to have sex.

PS. If you do decide to have sex, please warp it up. Wear a condom. H.I.V. and A.I.D.S. is not cool.

-Genesis

The Whole Truth or No Truth/ The Truth Hurts

Everyone wants to be told the truth, though sometimes it may not be the nicest thing. Recently one of my friends came to me for advice on a guy she had been dating for quite sometime. "He rarely calls me, and when he does call, its seems like he is only hungry for sex" she said. As I shook my head and asked, "how long have you guys been going out, and is he complementing you in positive way?" She sadly replied, "one month and couple days, and we don't really talk, we just have sex most of the time."
I my mind, from what i was hearing, this guy seemed like player. He was simply using my friend as a "fuck box". (someone with no sense whose soul purpose is to just have sex and die)

"Girl, cant you see this dude is using you!? Y'all rarely talk or even been on an official date! You gave it up the second time to meet him, and from what you tell me, he don't want noting from you but your pussy!" My friend gave me a look from hell. She rolled her eyes as hard as she could and walked away. I guessed she could not handle the truth. She seemed extremely upset by what i told her.

My point is this, no one wants to be lied to. If i had encouraged my friend into thinking that this guy was something nice or even worth having, she would still have the mentality that this man was actually trying to be a real man to her. Having me tell her the truth, and potentially opening her eyes could possibly encourager her to see the reality of the situation.

It may hurt, and in some cases it might even make you cry but there is nothing better than the truth. Lies can destroy relationships, and sometimes even families.

In conclusion, try to tell the truth always. Its not always easy to but if you do decide to tell the truth, tell the whole truth or no truth at all.

-Genesis

America Steps Up on Same Sex Marriage Licensess

As you can see by today's blog topic entry title, ill be giving my take on how America is making a great attempt on accepting gays and legalizing same sex marriage. As i skimmed though today's edition of the local new paper, one article commanded my attention right away. The article was entitled "Same-sex couples wed in D.C." I immediately read the article and was just blown away.

"Equality and justice for all now includes us," said Rev. Darlene Garner who was there to wed the lovely couple. Just about a little over 100 people stayed for the ceremonies. Family and friends all witnessed the magical day on Tuesday March 9, 2010.

Washington D.C. is now added to the list of places that issue same-sex couples marriage licenses along with Connecticut, Iowa, Massachusetts, New Hampshire and Vermont. Seeing that just blighted my day. Finally Americas is making attempts to finally give the the LGBT some well deserved freedom.

Marriage should not be limited to anyone because of their sexual orientation or preference. Its just not right. Like i said in a previous blog entry, "for a country that self proclaims its self as the land of the free and justice for all they sure do a lot of judging and liming of civil freedoms."

Concluding today's blog entry, I'm extremely happy to see America stepping its game up and getting with the program on legalizing gay marriages and allowing couples to receive marriage licences. I leave you with this final thought, love is a powerful thing, so why be deprived in taking it to the next level?

PS. Love has no gender

-Genesis

Who Am I To Judge

Today blog entry topic is about judging other people, by how the person look.

Today after school i made my way to work i saw a young man. He was about my height, African American, low cut fade, and wearing all black. My first thoughts were, "there goes another thug." I said that because in my community all the gangs are represented by colors, and one of the gangs colors just so happen to be black. The young man also wore baggy clothes, extremely dark shades and was smoking a joint.

After seeing that i decided to be a little nosey and observe him some more. The young man then stopped to speak with another guy. This guy was dressed in a rather professional wear, long sleeves, blazer, and dress pants. I then walked a little closer to drop in on their conversation. I then hear the young man in black spoke. I was shocked and amazed when he said, " I'm here for the job interview." Now when i heard that i was like, "dressed like that?" The gentleman in the suit then replied, " OK meet me inside and we will get started."
After getting some food and finished eating it, the thug emerged from the building smiling. He held what looked like his resume, and came out shaking the other gentleman's hand. Apparently he had gotten the job.

The point of my story is this, it was not my place to judge the young man. I went off of how he was dressed and assumed that he was a thug up to no good. Apparently i was wrong. Though he was not appropriately dressed for the occasion, he had his head on, he came got his interview, and got the job on the spot.

That goes to show, don't judge others off how they dress. You just may be wrong. Its not any ones place or authority to judge someone especially when you don't know the person to begin with.

In conclusion, take the time to ask a question, attempt to get to know someone before you judge them.

-Genesis

Social Networks for Love

For all my followers that keep up with my post I am terribly sorry that i did post a blog entry yesterday.(Friday March,5) I was very busy with school work. Balancing the two can become really hard some times. Non the less, I just had to get up this Saturday morning and give my supporters at least one blog entry. So here it is, "Social Networks for love". Read on to get my take on people who use social networks to find love and relationships.

ps. Blogging schedule= Mon.-Wed.& Fri- Blogging topics/ No blogging= Sat.&Sun. (schedule my altered if by request of topic or breaking topic! (that is all)


Now for today's blog entry topic, Social Networking for Love. Ill be giving my take on why people use social networks as an outlet for love, is it effective, and can love actually last over the Internet using a social network.

When i was younger,(like 13) i discovered social networking and also became a member of my first social network. Like most things it started off fun and exciting. I practicaly lived on that social networking site. It was not surprise that soon i would look for romance using the sight. I messaged people that peaked my interest, and talked to random individuals. I meet a couple of people and actually caught feeling for some of them. Soon enough i came to the realization that more than half of these people of the net was not who they said they were and will i ever even meet these people in the outside world. "No." That is when i said no more of that for me, and no longer used social networking for love. Now I use social networking sites to meet friends that share similar interest as me, and for promotional reasons.

On any given day i would check my Facebook profile and stumble upon countless messages form both genders asking for my number, and asking me personal information about my self. I often shake my head at the ones that seem extremely thirsty for love.

If i can recall, i remember on message saying, "Hey Genesis, i really like you and i wanna be with you. i just wana be the one to hold you down, give you what you need,and make you feel good. Im so in love with you. please respond." Upon reading that i was in awe. I asked myself, " is this person serious?" It amazed me how i did not even know the person and the were willing to be with me for what looked like a life time.

Now don't get me wrong, i do know people who have found their partners through a social networking site. I'm not going to knock it and say that its corny, and a waste of time. If your willing to actually get to know the person, and take the time to see what they are actually abut the possibility are endless.

In conclusion, social networks are a great way to communicate and get to know new people. In some cases even for looking for that significant other. If your going to use a social networking site as a means for finding love or romance, take the time to get to know the person, don't come on to strong and desperate, don't be a stalker, and just be real.

-Genesis

Ambition & Role Models

In today's blog entry ill be talking about role models and ambitions. Just recently, today in fact i over heard a group of students talking about their favorite singers and rappers. One girl said, "I wanna be a rapper like Nicki Minaj!, cause she go hard." After hearing that i thought to myself, "why you wanna be like Nicki Mijaj, why not be better than her?"(NO SHADE TO NICKI MINAJ) I decided to listen a bit more.(being a tad bit nosey) The young lady stood proudly and said, "That way i wont have to go to college or any university to do that." At that that point i had to remove my self from the area. I could not stay around people who were setting low standards for them selves.

Now do not get me wrong i am fully aware that not everyone is cut out to go to college or things of that nature, but in my opinion, not seeking a trade of some sort of higher education above high school(if possible) if pure foolishness.

In this era that we live in, and especially in my community i notice teens especially set low standards for them selves, and accepting mediocrity. It some what upsets me to see that.

One reason for teens and young adults settling for mediocrity is the lack of strong role models that exist today. Back in the day and most recently we have been blessed with wonderful role models such as Dr. Martin Luther King, Malcolm X, Maya Angelou, Oprah Winfrey and the late Micheal Jackson. We need more roll models like them in this world that we live in today. In order for that to happen we need to work on the up coming youths that will become our future leaders.

In concussion, teens, young adolescences, and anyone who is setting low standards for them selves or settling for less, "Stop it!" Upgrade yourself, and inspire a friend to do the same. If you need help doing that, look for a role model, someone strong hearted, responsible and who is being productive with his or her life. If you cant find a proper role model, create your self into a role model to better your self and everyone around you.

-Genesis

Who Are You Living For?

In today's blog topic, i choose to discuss how people live their lives. Do you do as you feel and what you enjoy, or do you think twice in fear of what someone or a group of people may think about what you choose to do.

In the earlier years of my life i was totally guilty of living or other people around me. I was so self conscious, I became afraid. What would they think if I did this, what would they think if I did that? Eventually, i sat down and thought to my self, "what the fuck am i doing?" I came to the realization that i was living for those people, trying to please them and portray and image they would prefer. I realized that was not the way i wanted to live.

Recently on of my friends, who happen to always want to be part of the "cool crowd" came to me and said, "I really like this jacket, but i don't want to wear it because i think people will look at me funny and they wont like it." I shook my head and simply asked, "who are you living for boo boo?" She replied, "me of course!" So i responded, "then why should what they think matter, wear you dam jacket and rock that shit too!" My friend did just that.

My point of the matter is, its your life, if your not living it, then you better start living it. Stop worrying about what others around you think. Others are living their lives, so why in God's name would you be concerned with their opinion on how you should do what you do or live how you live. Be the you, you want to be not the you they want you to be.

In conclusion, its your life and no one else. If you don't live it who will. You only live once, so why not make the best of it and enjoy it and live it to the fullest. In the words of the infamous Rihanna, "Just live ya life!"

-Genesis

Gays In The Military

As you see in title of toady's blog title, imma be talking bout gays in the military. I choose this topic because i wondered today after school; what the hell is America's problem? For a country the self proclaims its self as the "land of the free"and "justice for all." It sure as hell does a whole lot of discriminating.

Recently in the news i heard of this "Act" the allows soldiers or members of the military to be open about their sexuality. So this means before this "Act" gays had to lie, hide, and shun who they really are to be in the military. That disgusts me to no end.

This ongoing war the President Bush has started needs as much help as they can get. About a month or two ago President Obama sent 30,000 more troops to Afghanistan. Obviously that was a cry for help! America needs as much help as the could possibly act. That being the case sexuality of all things should not matter at this point or ever. America wants their war fought, they need to let anyone volunteering be able to enter!

What i assume or guess rather, is that the fellow soldiers or officials or this military mess, are afraid that gays well some how take over the military. If that were to happen, they might just have a more productive war!
I also think some of the soldiers and officials are afraid that the gay soldiers or officials will some how come on to them or be attracted to them. I'm not saying its impossible for that to happen, but majority of the time, its just the "straight" individual being insecure about his or her self.

In conclusion, the military is there to protect the our country no place judgement on anyone! America wants their war fought, so the last thing they should be concerned about is a soldiers sexuality.

-Genesis

When Do You Give It Up?

If you read the title of today's blog topic, your mind is probably going into the dam gutter. Well its heading in the right direction. lol

Today's topic is attempts to answer the question of, "when is the right time to give up your virginity or is there even a right time?" Its been on my mind for quite some time. Many of my friends have lost their virginity, some at a young age and some just recently. Its truly amazing to me!

Your virginity is you innocence. Its kind of what makes you pure. Some may refer to your virginity as just the pureness of your genital area, and your genital are being untouched and things of that nature. To me your virginity is the pureness of both your genitals and your mouth. (lol) You know what that means, blow jobs (sucking dick) as well.

Now the question of the day, "when is the right time?" In my opinion there is no right time. When you love the nigga or the chick with all your heart and your ready to take that next step which is sex, you should go for it. ONLY UNDER ON CONDITION SHOULD YOU DO THAT. Only if both partners involved are mature enough and their bodies are sexually ready for sex, weather it be oral sex or penetration.

In conclusion, your virginity is a priceless treasure that once its gone its not gonna come back. You may cry, beg, and curse but you virginity wont come back once its gone. Think before you put your legs in a "V" or open your mouth. Wear protection, and be sexually aware. Its your body so take care of it.

Word To The Wise (W.T.T.W): Spit don't swallow, and remember to tell him to pull out!

-Genesis

"Thats So Gay"

Today's blog topic is a very controversial one. Its about the phrase, "that's so gay." Each time i hear this demeaning and dreadful phrase it keeps up some negative vibe in my spirit. For those of you who are not familiar with the phrase, "that's so gay", it means or alternates something or situation that is stupid, lame or dumb.

Why does that situation, thing or person have to be referred to as gay in a negative way? Why could that not be substituted for something else like, that's so silly or that so dumb, or that's just lame? Its demeaning and disrespectful to any gay individual who hears it.

Sadly i was able to hear this horrid phrase first hand. During March of 2009 i attend a conference in Washington D.C. where i shard a hotel room with 3 other boys. 2 of the boys we of white decent, and the other boy and myself was of African American decent. On the day we were to attend the royal tour of the capital building I begun to get dressed. Now, when i get dressed, i get dressed in a specific order. I brush my teeth without my shirt on. Then when I'm finished i put on my shocks, then apply lotion to my skin, then put on my shirt, and so forth. So as i got dresses on of the boys who was of white decent noticed my was of getting dressed and muttered, "why you get dressed like that?" I stood in awe that he had had the balls to ask me that. I replied, "that's just how i do it." That's when he mumbled from his mouth the 3 words that tore me up inside, "THAT'S SO GAY." I simply replied, "whatever." At that time i was not in the mood for any confrontation, being that it was so early in the morning. I simply left the situation alone.

Now that i think back on what happened, it was so foolish of him to say something like that. Not only was it foolish it was disrespectful.

Concluding today's blog entry i wanna leave you with the thought. How you feel if someone said, " that's so straight!" Would that be more appropriate or better in some kind of sick, demented way? No! it wont. Its just bias and dumb. Think about it and think before you speak. You don't know who around you may happen to be gay and get highly offended.

I leave you with this useful tip, "Expand ya fuckin vocabulary and stop the hate!"

-Genesis

Step Ya Game Up

As you can see by the title above, you know what I'm bout to be talking about. Today I'm writing about men and women who have trouble keeping the mate. I know this is gonna seem kinda weird reading this from someone who just so happens to be single, but that's not the fact of the matter. (lol)

I must address the women first, because sadly that's just how it is. Women first. Anyway, many of my friends which happen to mainly be female complain to me all the time about their men; how they don't think they interested in them anymore, the don't treat them like they use to and things of that nature.

If you having similar problems like my friends you simply need to "step ya game up!" If you been with ya man for a while and you feel like either you are him is loosing interest that's a sign you need to raise the bar, add some spice in your relationship or do something different.

Sex! If your man is like most men the "love" them some good sex. If that's where your lacking in your relationship, "STEP YA GAME UP!" Invest in some porn movies if you haven't already. Watch them, see what the stars are doing that you aren't. I'm not saying go out and be a porn star now. Although if that your scene, feel free. (no shade) Get some sex toys, become a dominatrix, or even sodomize him. Now pay close attention, if you sodomize him he getting really into it, and I'm mean really; like grabbing on the sheets and moaning deeply; YA MAN MIGHT JUST BE GAY. (poww)

If you notice ya man just changing, and its not the sex and your completely clueless that might be a heads up to talk about it. If he dodges you 3 times or makes an meaningless argument that just might be your hit to pack you LV suitcase and hit the door or tell him its just not working out and he needs to get to stepping.

Now, for the men who are having a bit of trouble keeping ya women that seem to be loosing interest, acting different or anything to that nature; its time to take a listen.(read rather) STEP YA GAME UP! Your the man of the relationship. That means from time to time you call the shots. Not all the time now. But if ya lady acting a tad bit different you might need to look at ya self and see whats wrong. Are you giving he the money she needs to take care of her everyday tasks?, are you putting it on correctly in the bedroom?, and are you treating her with respect?
Men especially I'm this day and age NEED to get it together. If you ain't got not job, no car, no education, WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING? Like really. A lady/man ain't a gold digger if they require the basic need that yous should time to time be providing. (hands down)

In conclusion, if you want what you got to work you need to STEP YA GAME UP! You might loose out on something that's a real treasure. "You wanna keep it?, work to maintain it."

ps. "One man's trash is another man's treasure"

-Genesis

Domestic Violence

Today's official blog discussion topic is domestic violence. After asking around and getting opinions from my fellow peers. The topic of domestic violence stood out to me. Though i dislike writing about the negative, i feel its necessary to state me opinion on this issue.
When is right to put you hands on another person?, other than out of self defense. i find it completely disgusting when a man in particular puts his hand on a woman or even another man. Its not right. Biologically proven men have a higher muscle mass than women.(naturally) I know some men do get off on beating women and watching them beg for mercy. Those type of men anger me to no end! "Most" men are naturally dominant, and that's just the way it has been from the beginning of time, but when men take this dominant nature to the extreme and disrespect women/men it becomes an issue.

Now i know some readers, are probably wondering, "well what about the women that abuse, violate, disrespect, and hurt men?" Well like i stated above men biologically have more muscle mass than women so most are prone to take more blows or damage. Even though that may be the case, that gives women no right to put their hands on a man other than in an effort of self defense.

"I do find it kinda funny when a woman puts an ass whooping' on a man. (giggle)"

In conclusion, domestic violence is wrong and a lawful crime. STOP STOP STOP the violence! If you don't want to hit don't hit someone else. And even if you want to be hit in some kind of weird, deranged way, its still not right.
Men, man up and know your place. Respect women (even if your gay). And women do the same. Its not cute hitting someone and being hit.
If you wanna hit something, find an alternative like exercising, taking a long walk, get a stress ball or work it out in the bedroom. (seriously)

-Genesis

Comming Out

Recently one of my friends have came out to their parents about being a bisexual. His mom didn't take it very well of course. She was enraged and took his phone away and all other means of communication. She screamed, "that's not who you are!"
After my friend told me about the situation I decided i just had to write this blog entry. I was upset and in awe when my friend told me what had happened. It surprised me how "some" parents still react to a child who comes out to them as lesbian, gay, bisexual and in some cases transgendered.
Why should a child have to go through that? Being cast out of the family for their sexual preference. Its ridiculous! This is America and its filled with diversity and different preferences. As we advance in years, L.G.B.T. individuals should be more accepted and loved just as anyone else.
A little food for thought for the bias and judgmental parents of L.G.B.T children, listen, understand, be patient, and most of all be respectful to anyone who is trying to come out to you. Its a huge step, and difficult for most people to do. Don't make it any more difficult than it is already.


-Genesis

Sexually Active Teens

For my first blog I decided to tackle the topic of "Sexually active Teens". I choose that topic because the seems to be trending among my friends. I'll target 3 main points in this new post. They include:

• Pros(good or positive) of being sexually active as a teen
• Cons(bad or negative) of being sexually active as a teen
• My opinion

Pros of being sexually active as a teen
Are there pros of having sex while still in the teenage era of ones life? Honestly i don't think so, but incidentally i was able to find a pros to this situation.
Exposure, is one element i managed to extract from this topic that seems to almost have no positive around it. A teen exposed to sex or engaging in sexual acts epically at a young age is likely to know what to expect when they have fully entered the era of adulthood.
Learning form their first time and acquiring new tricks and positions will could possibly boost the confidence of that teen when in the bedroom, or wherever that teen chooses to handle their business.

Cons of being sexually active as a teen
Well obviously there are a few cons anyone could find in a teen that chooses to be sexually active. One obvious con is the risk of getting or spread of a STD (sexually transmitted disease).
Another con would be embarrassment from family and friends. As most teens know sex its self if a touchy subject when not up to paw on his/her maturity level. When friends find out they often tend to look at that sexually active teen in a different way. Family may be insulted or offended that a family has chosen to become sexually active,(epically before marriage).

My Opinion
Finally my official opinion. Sex is sex and its bound to happen. At what age is usually an issue for me to decide upon. Teenage starts at age 13 and ends at age 19. Well i actually think there should not be an age bracket around when to have sex. It all depends on the maturity level between partners have and mutual feelings they share. Incidentally the rate of sexually active teens is growing and there is basically nothing we can do to stop them. The only thing i would suggest is giving them the proper tools to carry out these activities and try to encourage them to practice safe sex.

In conclusion teens of this era are more sexual than ever so why fight it? My advice, "wrap it up", "no glove no love", and simply practice safe sex.

- Genesis

Who Is Genesis

Who is Genesis Simon you may ask. I best describe myself as a handsome, caring, understandable, sensitive, unique, and mature individual. I enjoy writing, dancing, listening, and visiting social networking sites.
Some things that make me smile are beautiful, confident, strong, and productive individuals. Things that do the opposite are, insecure, pessimistic, argumentative, homophobic, and hypocritical individuals.
I aspire to be a famous author and journalist and one day be a news anchor for the huge new network CNN in Atlanta Georgia. I also enjoy graphic designing and digital art.

I expect to travel the world, and allow everyone to be in the presence of my talent, and individualism. With God's will, and mighty power I hope to make that all possible.

Through this blog I'll share my opinions on various topics and issues that affect me and as well as people around the world.

I hope you follow me and read along, as I update and keep you posted. Feel free to tell a friend, a brother, a sister, a mother, or a father. I just may make the world of a difference in someones life.


p.s. Parental discretion is advised
-Genesis