I just got in the house after a Fox sent me this in email…
and it was like peeeeewwwwwnnnnnn…..

I WAS ON MY BLOG!

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“You think he get down?”
“Naw. He straight. He doesn’t like gay people.”

Same story BUT not always the true story.

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So I have been spending some time with a particular friend. One of which is more, shall we say, “open” than the rest of my usual Fox trot posse. I am starting to mingle more within this life (than my straight friends) and picking and choosing people to spend that time with. You’ll know if you are a winner if we chill again.

It started yesterday. A friend of mine (female) wated to go out on a date. I was at Open’s crib, in the back in his bedroom, talking to her on the phone and trying to find a good restaurant online. Open and his boy left and went to go get something to eat.

When they returned, I heard an array of voices laughing and cracking up. I knew the two voices already but once was much deeper than the others. Much, much, much deeper.

So I go get my coat and walk into the living room to leave and there was this random thick dude smiling in my face, as well as their smiling faces. He was okay cute. Nice. Smile. Wearing a fleece and a trucker hat. I would say a caramel complected dude. Whatever.

“Where you going Jamari?” Open asked, looking at his cell phone.
“On a date.” I replied, trying to figure out who this random negro was, sitting on the couch next to Open.
“Oh, you going to go get some dick?” Open asks, smiling.

I was a little thrown off because Open is a lot more bolder than I am + he said it in front of some strange dude sitting on his couch!!!

“Naw. I’m going on a date….. with a girl.” I replied, “Not really what I am looking for but hey, it’s a free meal.”

They all laughed and I bounced.

Random Thick Dude could not get enough of eye fucking me on that couch. As I was speaking to Open, his whole mouth was open. Grinning and giggling at me. I even caught him trying to head nod me when we locked eye contact.

So when I got home to my crib from my date, I called Open to find out what was the scoop. Apparently, dude was at the corner store and when Open walked in, he said “Damn”. Open kinda has a fat ol sweet and sour ass and it attracts a lot of pests. Open’s friend heard him say “Damn” and they both plotted that dude might get down. Not like dude wasn’t staring and smiling and all that. Random Thick Dude wanted to chill and all that so he went and bought some liquor and went back to Open’s crib. After I left, they were talking and drinking. Random Thick Dude is married with 2 kids, works construction up the street, and was horny and wanted to open Open. He also wanted to have a three some with Open and his boy – and wanted me to come back so it could be a foursome (Hecky Naw!).

He pulled his dick out in the living room and said he was horny after a couple of drinks. Open said he had a big ass dick that he wanted to test drive. Open took him to his room and sucked on it while his boy watched, but did nothing and BAM – that was their night. Open wanted to fuck him but he did not do the proper cleaning requirements that would allow that big ass dick to formally meet his big ass.

All this time I am out having dinner and a movie with a beautiful young lady (who paid for everything) LOL.

Crazy huh?

Later Foxes

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“So you feeling me?” – he asked, nervously.

I wanted to spit in this nigga’s face but I had to contain myself…..

So I was suppose to get some dick from Married Guy BUT our schedules are conflicting something terrible. Busy is mine and Wifey is his. So Friday when he wanted to come thru, I was asleep. Saturday, a storm was blowing thru The Concrete Forest so that was a negative.

Aside from Married Guy question mark fucking, I had met Visitor on Friday on a chat site, who by his name was visiting from Atl. He was only here for the weekend, since it was his birthday and wanted some good birthday sex.

From who? Jamari, of course.

So we agreed for Sunday to celebrate in style. We exchanged a picture and he was cute. Actually fine in the face. I saw the dick and chest shot online so it sealed the deal for me. He was supposedly DL and athletic. Size of 6’3 so that means he could pick me up and have his way with me. He only sent me 1 pic and when I asked for more, he said he only had one.

Jamari. RED FUCKING FLAG. But I got caught up in his phone voice and the accent that I didn’t pay him no mind.

Sunday comes and I make sure my ass is the cleanest thing since a doctor’s office. I did a water mineral flush for that extra coating of slip and slide. Foxes I was ready to put it on him.

He wanted to go eat first, as he said on his way to my house via cab. He said he had weed and we would get our eat on, smoke on, and then fuck on.

When he called, I went to go get him but I saw no one. I did see someone gettin frisked by the police. Why was it him? It took them 15 minutes to frisk this dude. When he finally walked up to me and I saw him in the light……

….. OH MY GOD! His fucking face was SO DEFORMED.

He looked like a premature crackhead, real talk. His skin was various shades and leathery looking. He had boils on his neck. His swagg was reckless. His lips were crusty. He wasn’t athletic at ALL. He was skinny. And then, what 6’3 was this? I was taller than him. This nigga gon tell me the pic he showed me was his high school picture…. And he just turned 28????

WTH!?!?!?

I texted a friend to do the “emergency bail out” plan. That entails “you call me/i act like something happened/bad date ends short”. Foxes, always have one of those in plan. My friend texting me to fuck him anyway and that I need it.

WHAT?????? I don’t know what kind of ho you take me for but I wasn’t going to have that inside me. Sorry. I need to be attracted to you in order for you to get on top.

Walking to the resturant was all about the cops and the ticket they gave him. He wanted to buy me dinner but looking at him and eating would have made me throw up all over the table so I denied that free dinner. I texted another friend and we did the EBOP and after he ate, I stuffed him in a cab and sent him on his way.

He texts me saying if I wasn’t feeling him, I could have said. I’m not in the business of hurting feeings although I could have. These days you don’t know who is crazy. I played nice. He told me before he came to me that I better be worth it paying for a cab and coming to see me.

Nope. I know I was worth it. His lying ass was the front. Of course he thought I was sexy and really wanted to beat it up.

Not. At. All.

So he blows up my phone the rest of the night and I lay in a lonely bed, shaking my damn head with a pillow over my head.

Foxes. I hope you are getting your laughs at my expense. I am still tite.

Later.

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…. And this dude from “A Naked Lie” is STILL hitting me up. Did he not get the memo?

Why is it the ones you don’t want stay semi stalking you, but the ones you do want, are no where to be found?

Oh BTW: I’m taking baller/wolf applications. Qualifications: a nice ass champion body and nice scenery for Memorial Day.

Any takers?

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How would you feel if someone you were dealing with
gave you a time line on how long you were to mess with him…

….before he went and got married and had kids?

…. and he wasn’t even on the D/L?

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