Date: Sat, 10 Apr 2010 08:30:36 -0700 (PDT)
From: Landros Jones <dros373@yahoo.com>
Subject: It Is What It Is Chp. 3

January 8, 2009- 5:12am

I pull up to Kenny spot and get out and pray to God that don't nobody fuck
wit my car. This is the hood and although I know the hood, I am out of the
projects now and this is a Benz not a Chevy Cavalier.  So I walk up to the
door and Kenny walks up to the door buck ass naked and he let me in.
Instantly I smell that magic aphrodisiac of weed and his cologne which is
Usher by the way. I hadn't smoked weed since I started working for Chase
and I wanna hit a blunt tonite but Kamel would know it immediately.

That's why I say I can't stand his ass sometimes. I mean he keeps us on the
straight and narrow all the time. The nigga even has the nerve to make me
go to church every Sunday. I mean don't get me wrong, the service be off
the chain over at Apostolic Faith Church on 38th and Indiana and Bishop
Smith say some good stuff but sometimes I just wanna hit a blunt, get tore
down drunk jus for the hell of it, go to the Prop House every Friday after
work. Kamel makes sure that he reminds me that we are no longer at
Morehouse kickn it. I miss his spontaneity like when he would bring weed
and liquor to the room knowing Dr. Morrow could just sense if you was
drinking or smoking. Kamel and I fucked in some random places at Morehouse
but now we are such a husband and wife, go to work and church and out to
dinner, spend time at home and fuck although the sex is great but our life
is sorta boring. I think Kamel would understand if I try to talk to him but
why bring unnecessary argument.

Don't get me wrong, I mean I know it's wrong that I have cheated and I have
even admitted it in the past and we worked past it. Kamel honestly forgave
me and I honestly was sorry, it's just that I really like to be fucked. I
stopped cheating for a long time but I just needed some dick one day last
year and I started back doin my low down shit. I know ima dawg, ima
muthafuckin dawg for this but I don't know what to do. Ima talk to Kamel
and tell him, we gonna get counseling. I love my baby so much, our life is
so important to me. But it's just that when I got a dick in me I get to
free all those pent up emotions that are a result of my fucked up
childhood. Im talkin bout shit I aint even told Kamel and I won't tell
him. Maybe that's it, I need to talk to him or a shrink...HELL NAW, I AINT
THINKIN BOUT THAT SHIT!!! Let me go in this damn house and do what the fuck
I wanna do, Im the damn man in this relationship and that nigga gonna love
me no matter what.

I send Kamel a text and tell him I decided to run in to the office to work
because I couldn't sleep so I am getting dressed for work there but wait, I
am OFF TODAY!!! 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 Sextacy is
overpowering my thinking. I had sex yesterday in the mall in a dressing
booth up in Abercrombie. Man I was in the mall lookin for something small
but special just to say, "I Love You".

I walked into Abercrombie which happens to be one of Kamel's favorite
stores and I said I would buy my baby a new shirt and some jeans and maybe
we can go out to the Prop House Friday night and have some much needed fun
and relaxation. So I ask for some help in the store because although I know
Kamel's sizes, I like to get other opinions in style because my fashion
sense aint the greatest so Kamel keeps me all G-Q.

Now I like to think that your average sissy boi works at Abercrombie, I
mean you know the kind Im talking about...the bent wrist, smacking sissy
boi especially up here on the Northside. But I walk up to the counter to
ask for some help and I see this big built nigga, dark skin with braids
that were fresh to death. The boi opened his mouth and said "Can I help u
man" and his deep voice made me hott all over. The nigga was jus hott to
death and he gave me thug but intelligent all at the same time. I said to
him, "I am looking for a new outfit for a friend of mine, nothing special
but just wanna let them know I am thinking about them." We look through
some things and then after I pick Kamel's stuff I decide to have some fun
because this nigga could definitely get it. Now I don't let jus any nigga
fuck me, they gotta have a certain appeal and I happen to like thuggish
bois. Thuggish niggas with intellect really make me hott tho and this nigga
fit
 that bill perfectly.

I said, "John I really wanna get something for myself now since you have
helped me so much and plus I want you to get more commission so help me
pick some jeans and a shirt." We picked the shirt and jeans and then I
said, "Let me try this on and see how it looks." Now it wasn't nobody else
in the store, this was like 5 o'clock on a Sunday afternoon. I went in the
far back dressing booth and stripped down. I called John and said, "John
bring me the next size up in jeans, these are tight." He came in the back
to the sight of an open booth door and me on the bent over buck ass
naked. John didn't say nothing, that nigga just smacked the hell out of my
ass.  This boi worked his long tongue all over where his hand smacked my
ass and then he blew on it and gave me a cooling sensation that made me
wanna speak in tongues. John didn't say nothing yet, he just started to put
that long tongue in my ass and make it oh so very very wet. I arched my
back and backed my ass up and that nigga curled his tongue and started
fucking me with it. I was about to go into convulsions that shit was so
good.  Next thing I know the nigga was already strapped up and aimed that
nice thick 10in. pipe right at my hole and he just slammed that dick in my
ass.

I screamed in pain, pleasure, agony, guilt, and euphoric bliss all at
once. For the next 45 minutes we came up with positions in that dressing
booth that would make a porn director confused. John started long dicking
me slowly and hip rolling at the same time and I lost it, I nutted so hard
that shit shot over my head and hit the mirror. My ass muscles clamped down
on John's dick like a vice grip and that nigga made the first sound since
we been fucking, he said AHHHHHHHHH DAMMMM OOOOOO FUCCCCKKK, IMA NUTTTT and
this nigga pulled out and shot his nutt all over my face, neck, chest, I
was covered. We got cleaned up and I bought Kamel's outfit and mine and
used John's discount so I got some dick, an outfit, something for my baby
and made a new friend who can satisfy me oh so well all while saving a bit
of change.

You know I really do love Kamel even tho he makes me so damn tired
sometimes. I get in my moods where I need to release my emotions but I have
been so hard up with him that I can't show him that side. I am such an
asshole to that boi it makes me sick. I mean he even has a studio close to
his office for those late nights when he has to do audits and I have had
the audacity to make him leave our home before because I started a fight to
avoid my guilt over fucking around on him. Don't get me wrong, I respect
him and our partnership so I don't ever bring nobody in our home even when
he is at the studio. I don't even like cheating, I just got a problem. I
LOVE KAMEL!!! I LOVE OUR LIFE!! WHY AM I DOING THIS??

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 can't stop thinking about him even
while I am on my way to another nigga house. Is that enough tho? If I love
him so much then why can't I just tell him that I want him to f***k me the
way I f***k him? I guess it's because I have assumed the alpha male role in
our partnership. I mean Kamel aint no lil sissy b***h 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 f***k 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 like that
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 can't rest or have peace tonite til I
bust a nutt from a thick dick inside of me. Kenny says, "Nigga lets do this
s***t 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 f***k me til I
nutt all over myself but hey like I always say, "IT IS WHAT IT IS!!!"


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