Excerpt from the last segment of S.S.C. (Summer Sex Chronicles):
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 whenever he got 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.
What started off as the ultimate Cinderella story soon tuned into a twisted relationship filled with lies and infidelity. They guy who believed I would to one day walk down the aisle with had miraculously tuned into a lame excuse for a man! He lost his job, had backed up phone, cable, and electricity bills, and unpaid car loans. He even contemplated moving back in with his mother!
Four months into the relationship, while our “love” seemed to be at its peak we decided to move in together. Being the careful man that I was I gave this huge step some thought. I decided we would try it out; by having him sleep over a couple nights. This went over well. We were able to have sex a whole lot more and saw how we each kept our living space. He seemed to be the ideal man; washing clothes, dishes, sweeping, and walking the dog. My only peeve was my constant reminding him to pick up the used condoms off the floor when we finished making love.
Like all good things; this came to an end! He became a nasty chubby slob. After losing his job because the company went bankrupt. He would say in my apartment all day, eat all my food, and refuse to clean up after himself. He even stopped working out; which he then formed a huge midsection. Soon enough I stopped having sex with him, and that’s when everything hit rock bottom.
“Any luck?”, I asked while he searched though the local newspaper. He had begun searching for jobs when I started to nag him about being a parasite, and not doing anything to help himself. “I’m looking babe”, he grumbled from behind the paper. We both knew he was not giving 100% into finding a job. He became so comfortable with me supporting and hosing him, that he reached the point of taking advantage of me. “Brenda and a few friends of mine are hosting a job fair at the center on Wednesday. I think you should go. That way you might snag an interview or two. You never know, someone may hire you on the spot!”, I suggested to him. He didn’t reply. Annoyed, I left the room to get ready for an appointment I scheduled.
I had been sexually deprived for about 3 weeks. I yearned for the feeling of excitement and ecstasy. Because of that, I feel back into my promiscuous ways. Through a mutual friend, I meet a guy. This was no regular guy. He was a freak, known around town for if massive manhood and his stoke technique. He smashed both the boys and the girls. Before I meet the man who I thought would be the one, I would have hopped on him in a minute! Now that I was going through a sexual drought, I decided to call my friend for his contact information. “Ill be back in a few hours”, I said waving my “boyfriend” off as I scurried through the door. “Yea, Yea. Alright”, he said in a low slow voice.
The GPS on my dashboard had me on a set course for my dick down afternoon. I was so excited, my palms began to sweat. I chucked while squeezing my thighs together to suppress my erection at the stoplight. As I drove on I noticed the scenery around me changed. I was leaving my semi suburban county and entering what seem to me like the hood. Still, I pressed on though the neighborhood. Soon enough I pulled up into visitors parking area and tracked up to mystery guy’s apartment building. (Knock, knock) Within a few moments a tall, smooth caramel colored brother answered the door. “Are you my 5:00?”, he asked, referring to me as mere appointment time. “Yes, that’s me”, I replied with a slight grin, while entering his apartment.
As if by second nature he glided over to his full sized bed and motioned for me to come over. Already sexually excited, I walked over and fell to my knees. I was no stranger to hooking up on a regular, and definitely no stranger in knowing what to do in the bedroom. “Oh, you know the drill already huh. Let’s see how good ya head game is ma dude”, he said unzipping his Sean John pants. In no time I was slurping and gagging on his 10.5 inch dick. Not being able to please a man for 3 weeks had me hungry like a starving dog. “Dam, pa you hungry huh?”, he laughed laying back as I pleasured him. After about 15 minutes of my well perfected oral talents, I turned into position. Getting hit from the back was my favorite, and it seemed like he as the master of that position. With his magnum sized condom on tight, he dived right into my back. I yelped! I had gotten tight over the weeks. He trussed in and out, bouncing in and out of me. “Fuck me daddy. Dam, you finna make me cum!”, I moaned though the ecstasy.
After 2 hours of as smashing and wood sucking, he hopped off of me, pulled of his condom and shoot his hot nut on the rim of my hole. Just when I was about to get up, he pushed me back down and dived head first into my ass and ate his nut out of me. It felt like heaven. In that very moment, I felt a flood of memories of my promiscuous past coming back. I knew that I was going right back to my old ways, and secretly I did not care.
After eating me out clean, and refreshing ourselves, I thank him for him time and energy and left to head back to my county. When I pulled into my parking lot back at my apartment, I stayed in the car to let what had transpired marinate in my mind. I smiled as I closed the door and entered my apartment. As usual my dead beat “boyfriend” was sitting in the same position as I had left him. I look at him and shook my head. Neither of us said a word. I just knew this was not going to last.
