Date: Fri, 9 Jan 2009 09:07:08 -0800 (PST)
From: Landros Jones <dros373@yahoo.com>
Subject: "IT IS WHAT IT IS PART II" Adult-Friends section

DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction but your life is not so always
remember to wrap it up!!! This is a story intended to excite the senses and
sexually stimulate the mind. Use your imagination and enjoy the ride
because "It is what it is..." This story is the property of "The
Muzikal1". Use is forbidden without permission from the author...

IT IS WHAT IT IS- PART II

January 8,2009 3:27am

As I ride down Lakeshore Drive in tears and feeling fiendishly pursuing
some dick as if I am a crack head looking for that next hit...My pulse is
racing, my temperature is rising, damn I just nutted like crazy but I feel
a whole new kind of horniness. It's like I am a man on a drug called Sex!!!
Okay yeah yeah yeah, I already know that I aint supposed to be here. I
should be up North in my condo with Kamel my lover for life but why in the
hell am I driving down Lakeshore trying to find Kenny??

Now Kamel is PHINE AS FUCK!!! His ass by itself is worthy to be painted and
hung downtown in any fine art gallery!! I met Kamel at Morehouse when I was
working on my undergrad...Damn that was like 5 years ago but he is as
special to me now as he was when we first met.

I graduated from Corliss High School and went straight on to Morehouse. I
still don't know why in the hell I went to Corliss because my projects
wasn't close to Corliss at all but hey "it is what it is". Anyway...I got
to Morehouse and as far as I was concerned I was just another dude in a
whole sea of dudes. There were dudes everywhere...fat dudes, skinny dudes,
muscular dudes, light skin dudes, dark skin dudes, nerd dudes, thugged out
dudes, JUS DUDES!!!! Now I aint know I was gay at that time...yeah I had
let a nigga or two suck my dick growing up but that was to get a nutt
because my bitch wasn't around and to prove a point that I wasn't no pussy
ass nigga to be played with. My bad yall...I forgot where I was for a
minute with all that street jargon hell I got an MBA but FUCK IT!! This is
my mind to process my own thoughts right? This is my life to live it how I
want right? FUCK I AM MAKING A HUGE MISTAKE RIGHT NOW!!

Let me go back to Morehouse, those thoughts were beginning to calm me down
for real...Aight I arrived at this huge place with all these niggas and
yeah I was on scholarship and shit because I aint never been no dummy. I
can sing my ass off so Mrs. Roberts my chorus teacher made sure I
auditioned to be in the Morehouse Glee Club and I got in...ALL OF THEM
NIGGAS WAS FAGGOTTS!! Well there were some who were jus' cool dudes but
hell most of them were punks!! Well I found out I was gonna be roommates
with this bruh from the choir named Kamel. I got my shit all moved in and
trust me I had a spread of stuff, an array of items that I thought were
necessary for life. I had a full refrigerator, microwave, blender, toaster,
42in. TV with a VCR and DVD combo (It was 98' yall LoL)...I had stuff like
I was gone be living by myself and if I could've had my way then I would've
had a single but who was gone pay for that? My mama wasn't dead yet but
hell she

 was a drunk and a whore by then so I know she aint have shit. Anyway tho
Kamel walks his phine ass in and like, "WHERE IMA PUT MY SHIT NIGGA U CRAZY
AS HELL!!!"

I just looked at him and said, "FUCK IF I KNOW...Figure it out nigga..."
Now Kamel aint no angel neither, he grew up on the streets of Detroit and
stayed in the Brewsters so he know project life too...Well Kamel figured it
out and we got our stuff situated and then this nigga just strips off all
his clothes and says, "Im bout to take a shower because my ass is sweaty
after moving yo' big ass refrigerator"

I couldn't say nothing but in my head I was saying, "DAMN that nigga ass is
THICKKK!!! He got a bigger ass than my ex-girlfriend back home!!! And his
dick aint small either, damn I wanna suck that shit...WHAT THE FUCK?? Damn
that nigga body is hott as hell I mean his abs is on point and his arms is
thick and ripped too...DAMN WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME"... Aight I was tripping
because I wasn't into no dudes like that...Long story short, me and Kamel
became cool as hell because we were roommates, choir mates, and both
Business majors so we spent quite a bit of time together. One night we came
back to our room and he pulled out some vodka and some weed. Now we partied
when we could but our choir director didn't play so since we were both on
scholarship we aint get to run wild like we wanted too. So we had our own
parties up in our room with just the two of us or some other cool dudes we
knew from around campus. Aight this particular night me and Kamel

 got fucked up and pretty much he kissed me and I kissed back. That nigga
lips was on point!! We went from kissing to touching and before I knew it
clothes was off and that nigga was sucking my dick!! Damn he knew how to
suck a dick then and he know how to suck a dick now!! Let me just cut to
the chase to say that we fucked that night and probably every night after
that til we both graduated. We rolled wit' bitches every now and then for
appearance sake but never made it long term so nobody suspected anything
and since Morehouse is all male it wasn't hard to explain not bringing
girls over.

Okay so now its five years later and Kamel and I both got our MBAs from
Emory in Atlanta and we grew to really love each other. We moved back to
Chicago and I am working for Chase and Kamel is working for Jewel Osco. Our
life is really great and yeah we have had our fights and shit but we always
make it work. The one thing that Kamel doesn't know is that I want him to
fuck me but if I tell him that I am afraid he will think I am weak. He has
offered but hey I cant let him think I am weak even tho I fuck his ass all
the time and even suck his dick too but HELL NAW I cant ask him to fuck me
or can I?

Man who ever knew thinking would kill the time like this? I done rolled up
on 63rd and Green St. which is the heart of Englewood!! This is where the
real Southside thugs at or I could go further south down to Roseland but
naw I wanna feel that long thick dick of Kenny's banging my back out...I
pull up to Kenny spot and get out and he let me in and I smell that magic
aphrodisiac of weed and his cologne which is Usher by the way. I send Kamel
a text and tell him I had to run in to the office to work because I
couldn't sleep so I am getting dressed for work there but wait, TOMORROW IS
MY DAY OFF!! A nigga gotta think faster so I send another text and be like
"Damn baby that sex u put on me tonite was so incredible it made me forget
my days of the week so ima work a lil bit anyway and I will be home in time
for breakfast, love ya babe"

Aight that covered my tracks because I really do love Kamel and our
relationship is great except my addiction to this drug called Sex is
overpowering my thinking. I had sex in the mall today in a dressing booth
up in Abercrombie...I fucked around with the security guard at work just
yesterday...I LOVE KAMEL!!! I LOVE OUR LIFE!! WHY AM I DOING THIS??
Hey... "It is what it is"

Kenny is fine but not as fine as my Kamel. Kamel is my dream man I mean
yall can tell I love him right because I cant stop thinking about him...Is
that enough tho? If I love him so much then why cant I just tell him that I
want him to fuck me the way I fuck him? I guess its because I have assumed
the alpha male role in our partnership...I mean Kamel aint no lil sissy
bitch but he is submitted to me as a bottom and he does act as the wife in
our house so I can never compromise my position as the top dawg right? Damn
I need to let these labels go and just give my baby some ass because I love
his dick. I suck it all the time but hey that's normal for tops right, he
gotta nutt too right? Anyway I just don't know if I can bring myself to
letting him fuck me. Our partnership is great like this, we both work and
he takes care of me. I mean I cook sometimes too and I do some laundry
sometimes but my baby takes care of paying bills, grocery shopping, dry

 cleaning and laundry, cleaning our beautiful home, he is my wife pretty
much!! I gotta go home because I want my baby but damn I am here now what
do I tell Kenny...

Kenny is a short lil something I mean he like 5'6" or something but he is a
thugged out dude with a sensitive side too. I just met him last weekend but
he know I am strictly about tha dick. Kenny motions me to come over and sit
wit him on the couch and I do but I WANNA GO HOME!! NO I DON'T!! WHAT THE
HELL!!

My phone vibrates wit a txt from Kamel saying "LOL Baby u crazy!! We can go
out for breakfast in the morning or better yet how bout we cook breakfast
and go to lunch at Fogo de Chow?? See ya later baby, I am wore out so I am
going back to sleep"

I LOSE IT BC THIS NIGGA IS MY ALL!! But what am I gonna do about Kenny? He
smell so good and he is phine and I cant rest or have peace tonite til I
bust a nutt from a thick dick inside of me. Kenny says, "Nigga lets do this
shit because 6am rolls around quick and my nigga gone be home from work" So
here I am thinking bout my lover and best friend while I get ready to let
this phine ass nigga who means nothing to me fuck me til I nutt all over
myself but hey like I always say, "IT IS WHAT IT IS!!!"