“Yes. I Will Have That Fine Ass Top Nigga.”
Those are my words to my bottoms out there that are sick of dating stereotypical gay men. I like my dudes to be: masculine, sexy, fine, and mine. DL or Discreet. Doesnt matter: as long as you are masculine and something about you attracts me to you. No voguing or “Yes Ma’am”. Ummmmmmm………
If I wanted to date/fuck a bitch,
I would be looking in the pound.
Some might hate on my choices
but ask me if I give a shit?
Lemme ask ya’ll a question…
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Lemme Talk To My Tops.
Let’s talk specifically about the bomb pipe laying ya’ll THINK ya’ll doing.
Make-up Sex
A sexual short starring Jamari Fox
“Fuck you too!” I yelled from his living room.
”Naw, fuck you son.” He said, literally speed walking in the living room in a towel, “I dunno why I am fucking with you. We stay arguing on some ol bitch shit.”
“Because you like this good boy pussy, that’s why.” I stated confidently, crossing my arms, “You haven’t had any in a while. Are you fucking someone else?”
“Man, fuck you.” He said, walked back into the bedroom.
That was a guilty “fuck you”. I know him.
He has been getting on my last nerves lately. He been bitching like he has been on his male period. We haven’t been talking. Shit, we haven’t been fucking. The last time I saw his dick, he was peeing. Are we over? I think we just maybe. I do not even want to be caught dead in the same room as him. I do not even know WHY the fuck I am even here to begin with.
… But damn, he is fine and he is my baby. I care for him a lot. We have been working on something for the last 6 months. The longest relationship I have ever been in. When he walked in here with that towel, I nearly lost my mind. I put my anger to the side and let my nasty side take over. I miss my baby’s meat inside me. He has beautiful skin, sea sick spinning waves, and some beautiful pecs on his six foot athletic frame. He is a Snickers bar complexion and a big 10.5 inch chocolate snake living in his secret garden. I miss it in my mouth.
Ok, focus. I am mad at him. I think. Shit, I don’t even know why I am mad at him.
Oh God, here he go.
BottomBouquet.
Being in this lifestyle these number of years, I have come across a number of bottoms. Some have been good friends and some I wish would get electrocuted a la Edie style on Desperate Housewives (Yes nigga, I said Desperate Housewives.)
Some of these descriptions can be any one of us or none of us. If you get offended by the list, that’s not my fault. That is your fault partna. Maybe you need to work on your insecurities and get your shit together. I’m just calling it like I saw it.
Here goes…
Hood Love
A Sexual Short starring Jamari Fox
It was hot.
I am talking about a blazing summer day. When it gets hot in the city, you can feel it. It is a different kind of hot especially the hood. You feel steam literally in your lungs. Everyone either shuffles outside or stays inside and make love to their A/C. I decided to leave my wonderfully A/C-less apartment and go to the corner store for a Popsicle.
As I walked up to the bodega, I noticed a fine, tanned, light skinned dude standing with his equally fine boy. I was more concerned with Mr. Light Skin because by his look, he was more my flava. He was wearing a white T, light denim shorts, and some hot dunks. No tattoos or anything extra but just being fine. He did the unimaginable – he gave me a head nod and then licked his lips.
“Oh, we got a winner.” I said to myself as I smiled back at him and gave him a head nod.
I walked in the store and went into the back where the ice cream was. As I was digging through the freezer, I felt someone standing behind me. I pulled out a blue phallus shaped Popsicle and turned around. I was face to face with Mr. Light Skin. We stared at each other for a hot minute. I noticed he was sweating. Was it because of me or this heat?
“What’s up shawty?” He asked.
That kills me because I was the same height as him. How am I his “shawty”? I liked it nonetheless.
“I am hot.” I replied, biting my lip.
“That you are.” He said, licking his perfectly sculpted pink lips.
He followed me up to the register and offered to pay for my snack. I let him. I am not going to turn down a free meal. As we both walked out, he gave his boy a nod and continued to walk with me.
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