A Book Party in Baltimore

Hey, Army Guy and I ultimately didn’t hook up. I went to church and enjoyed it.
Then I hopped on 95 south to Baltimore to a book party hosted by my buddy, Michael Warren.
Michael is the author of “Private Affair,” a provocative novel about a married military guy who gets turned on to gay sex and crosses the line. His new book, “Sweet Swagger,” is the sequel.
His first book was provocative and made you think although it was a bit soap-operish. But it will definitely kept you turning the pages. So check out his
work at his Web site: http://www.myspace.com/mikewarrentheblack1

In the Army Now

Well, Army Guy from last Sunday is back in town this weekend. And hunting me down like a big game hunter. I’ve managed to elude him though.

His texts start Friday afternoon, hot and heavy. He is getting off duty and making the three-hour drive to our metropolitan area where tens of thousands of downlow and gay dudes reside.

“Let’s get a room,” one of his texts says.

“I want your dick,” says another.

“Stretch my hole,” reads yet a third.

I explain to him several times that I am a family man, and being down-low is just a busy sidebar to my life. I plan to wake up on Saturday, walk my pooch, help clean house, go work-out, and attend a family cookout.

Army Guy offers to meet me at Andre’s place. But when we threesomed there last week he committed a major faux pas in the complex etiquette of down-low culture. He didn’t let the host fuck him. Which would have only been polite since Andre provided the place to have sex as well as condoms, lube, showers and towels. So Andre’s place is out. Matter of fact, Andre told me to tell Army Guy exactly why he was not welcome there again.

Then Army Guy offers to go work out with me at the gym. Maybe we can find a place for a quickie after the workout. I have no intention of a quickie but to test his mettle I tell him where my gym is –it’s at least 30 miles away from where he is staying. I’m not surprised when he texts me back to say he can’t make it. Traffic is too bad.

I have to smile to myself. This dude is young and so transparent. And he failed my test. He really didn’t want to work out with me at the gym anyway. This is not friendship material here. It’s just a fuck. If I had a hotel room waiting for him at the end of that 30 miles he would have come. Because face it, it’s Saturday and even though I live in sprawling metropolitan area the traffic is lighter and more negotiable.

Later in the day I am at a cookout with family. The weather is warm, bright and sunny and puffy clouds drift overhead. It’s not humid – a classic summer day. The event is to celebrate a relative’s high school graduation. I really didn’t want to drag my family to it but they are bored and want to go out and enjoy the day. Plus it’s a family obligation — there are times you have to do things for extended family when you don’t really feel like it. Sometimes just showing up is all you have to do to let people you know you love them. Despite my misgivings, I have a great time at the cookout.

But I notice a text message on my phone, which I have set to silent in case Army Guy continues his stream of texts. I don’t want my phone buzzing to break my family time.

No surprise. The text is from Army Guy.

“Are you at the family cookout,” he asks.”I just got here and haven’t even filled my plate the first time,” I respond, hoping he is getting the hint that he is S-W-E-A-T-I-N-G me.

After I get home the texts continue. When I press him he admits he fucked two other guys this weekend but still wants me to bang him out. This guy has a large, 10-inch dick but like a lot of “versatile” guys I guess he gets tired of being top guy and wants to flip.

I arranged for him to meet my regular buddy “Rex.” Rex is a cool guy to hang out with and I’m hoping Army Guy will have so much fun with him he will forget about me. Army Guy evidently meets Rex late Saturday or early this morning and spends the night with him. I’m mistaken to think Rex is enough for him. Army Guy still wants me to get away later this morning and come bang him there.

But today I really need to go to church. I want to reflect on what I am doing and get some bearings. Figure out what to do with my life. Still, I text Army Guy this morning to tell him I may be able to get away. Deep down inside I really don’t want to and probably won’t.

“I be waitin,” he texts back.

Okay blog readers. Stay tuned to see how this works out.

P.S. Rest in Peace Michael Jackson. I really liked you better in your early “Off the Wall” Days but I got to give you your daps – you were a talented brother and opened the doors for a lot of other black artists to make the money with white folks. But sorry, just looking at your face was painful. What was going on inside of your head that you had to multilate that handsome African American visage? And your music videos got to be a joke. There was no way I and my friends could believe a drag queen could sex Ola Ray (“Thriller”) and Naomi Campbell (“In the Closet!”).

P.S.S. Rest in Peace Farrah. You were sexy for a white girl and I admired the way you went from airhead roles (“Logan’s Run”) to some serious acting (“Extremities” and “The Burning Bed”). You were not just a pretty face and you battled cancer with humor and much bravery. I’m sorry the Michael Jackson hoopla has overshadowed your memory but I’ll never forget you.

A Busy Week

Okay, I get back from the beach and I’m back in my home environment. And all the dudes I swing with, who have been missing the dick for a week, are hitting me up. Plus I’m horny as hell. That young dude at the beach just whetted my appetite and made me want more.

So here’s how the week went down:


Yeah, I know its low-down being down-low on the Lord’s Day, but I did it.
I arrange online to meet an Army dude from out of town at my buddy “Andre’s” apartment. Andre was married at one time but left his wife and started experimenting with men and now lives a fully gay lifestyle. We freak a lot together and he lets me use his place to have sex as well.
Andre is an oral top. That means he likes to suck dick and eat ass like a champ but he really likes to fuck and be the dominant party.
He gets me warmed up before Army boy arrives, sucking my dick and eating my ass so well that white, creamy cum wells up in my dick and starts leaking out.
“Hey, hold on man, that Army guy is coming,” I say laughing. “I can’t bust yet.”
When Andre is having sex it’s like he goes to another zone. His voice changes, getting lower and softer and his eyes narrow. It’s like he is having a high better than cocaine and marijuana combined.
“Come on, bust that nutt for me,” he says.
I just smile and pull away.
The Army guy arrives. He has told me he is usually a top — the guy has a long, 10-inch dick with a pointy head — but today he wants to get fucked.So that’s what I do.
The dude is masculine with a broad chest and big arms from pumping iron. He has tattoos all over his brown skin and speaks in a slow, Tennessee drawl. I jump on him and eat his ass while Andre sucks his dick, his mouth sliding up and down that long thing. Army boy moans in pleasure.
Then I fuck him from behind, Andre watching with an approving smile on his face. Later Andre tries to mount him too but the Army guy says no. I learn later he only likes bigger dicks and Andre’s, while hard as rock, doesn’t meet his criteria.
The Army guy eventually busts so hard the nutt splatters over his chest and stomach. I’m pleased I was able to get him off so explosively.
But maybe I was too good for my own benefit.
For the next week Army boy will call and text and email me, trying to set up another fuck session for the following weekend. He even wants to phone bone with me once. I do it one time but when he tries to do it again I turn him down. He is a nice guy but a bit of pest. I think he is lonely and feels caged in living on a base miles out of town. But come on, guys in the military are some of the biggest down-low freaks there are. He shouldn’t have a problem hooking up.
“Damn man that dick was good, I want some more man,” Army guy tells me. “Look I’ll come up next week and get a hotel room.”
I’m so busy I can’t think that far ahead. Besides, I have a busy week ahead.


I have chatting for weeks online with a down-low brother that lives less than 10 miles from me. On Monday he is preparing to take his kids and some friends on a Las Vegas vacation. But he has time to meet. So I go over to his apartment.
He is busy online doing last-minute travel arrangements and I’m beginning to think this will just be a meet-and-greet and no sex. I look at the photos in his bedroom in living room. It is clear he has a lover — a dark-skinned dude of average height and looks. Is he cheating on his lover? I don’t ask.
We sit in the living room talking. The kids will be home soon. What the hell? I make my move. I stand up and walk over to him and lick his nipples and then pull off his shorts and eat his ass while he sits in his leather chair in front of his flat screen TV. “Judge Hatchett” plays in the background. He is a brown-skinned brother, a little thick around the middle but his handsome and has a dazzling smile. Plus I’m horny.
“Let’s take this in the bedroom,” he says.
We lay on the bed. I’m thinking this will just be foreplay. Some sucking dick and eating ass and jack-off to completion. But suddenly he stands up.
“Let me go get a condom just in case,” he says.
He goes into another room and brings back a condom and bottle of lube. And I fuck him six ways from Sunday, with him moaning as my long dick stabs him. Eventually I pull out my dick and we jack-off and bust big loads of nutt.
I shower and dress. He is much friendlier than when we first met.
“When you get back from Vegas look me up,” I say.
“I sure will, man,” he says, walking me to the door.


I take a lunch break and go online. A guy I have been chatting with online for two years but never met asks me over. It’s a half-hour drive but I can take a long lunch break and do that shit.
He is older than his profile is online but has a nice body and a friendly personality. And he is horny.
He answers the door naked under his blue, terry cloth bathrobe and asks me upstairs.
I eat his ass, getting it wet for my dick. Then I fuck him, speaking loudly. “Take that dick,” I say. “You know you’ve been wanting this shit.”
Unbeknownst to him I have dialed a married buddy on my cell phone and put the phone by the bed. My buddy is listening to the bed squeak and me fucking him and he is at home, getting his jollies. The fact I am being listened to excites the freak and me and makes the sex better.
After we come I listen to this guy’s story. He has a son living with him and a nephew. The son knows his father is gay and likes to take dick, so the scene is cool.
He is also laid off from his job (President Bush left a lot of folks fucked up, didn’t he?) and has a lot of time on his hands now.
“Well whenever you want me back let me know,” I say. But I have so many regulars I wonder when that will happen again.


A long-time buddy “Brandon” asks me to lunch. Brandon is very down-low and masculine. He is a former Air Force enlistee and works in computers. He had a long-time girlfriend but when she got serious and wanted to get married Brandon dropped her abruptly.
He never told her he likes fucking ass maybe better than fucking pussy. But that really isn’t her business and Brandon likes to keep his shit on the ultra-downlow. So she is still in the dark.
I go to his condo for lunch but he doesn’t want to go out and he serves me vodka and cranberry juice before noon. So I know wassup. I get high on the drink and walk over to where he is sitting and kiss and him and say, “Come on, lets do this.”
He is a brown-skinned dude with a handsome, honest, open face. He is not very tall but he is so confident and assured he might as well be seven-feet tall. And his voice is deep and resonant.
“Let me have another drink,” he says.
We are both tops but we play with each other, doing non-penetrative things, and it’s hot. He likes my long legs and high tight ass. I guess I remind him of the first guy he can remember being strongly attracted to — a high school basketball player. He has asked to fuck me and I toy with the idea although I’m really not feeling that. But I like him and respect him as a friend.
Plus, I’ve peed on niggers and slapped them around when I had sex with them because they were freaky like that. Why not give some ass to a buddy?
But Brandon doesn’t insist on it although I ask him if he wants to try. Part of me is relieved he doesn’t press the issue.
“You’ll be back again,” he said, adding that we can do that another time.
As soon as we bust the nutt and wash up Brandon is ready for me to go and rushes me out. He likes his privacy, does not want to encourage attachments, and I respect that. Plus I value his friendship — we talk at least two times a week about anything from politics to Beyonce.
He walks me to my car and I take off to get back to my life and let him get back to his.
“Take care baby boy,” he says. “I love you.”


A married military guy I have hooked up with calls. It’s been more than a minute since “Edward” and I hooked up. His wife is a businesswoman and is away on an extended trip so he is free to play.
“I miss hearing your voice,” he says. So I know what the deal is. Time to go back and bust that nutt with him again.
I work out at the gym several nights a week but on Thursday I make a detour to Edward’s house instead.
To be honest I had also been asked Thursday evening to a sex party at a hotel hosted by a white guy who only likes black guys with 10 inches of dick aor more. There is supposed to be a guy there with 13 inches of dick and another with 11 inches.
But I really don’t feel like playing Mandingo to some dick-crazy white boy. Shit to be honest I don’t even like white guys. I’d rather play with Edward.
I have been to Edward’s home before and know the layout but I try to be respectful. I let him lead the way to the bedroom.
“You know the way,” Edward jokes. “Just go on up.”
I love eating his ass and I get right to it. He is a brown-skinned dude about five feet nine inches with a compact, tight body and a bubble butt. He works out and looks good, although he claims his body has looked much better. I don’t care. I could eat his ass all day. It’s just that beautiful.
We do the usual. Oral and body play and frottage and jacking off. He says he wants me to fuck him but my dick is too big. When fully erect it is 10 inches and thick.
He wants me to bust on him so I cum on the side of his face while he is lapping my balls. His tongue feels so good I cum loudly, moaning.
Edward doesn’t judge my busy lifestyle juggling family and home and sexing men. After we cum he says he wants to see me fuck two of his friends. Don’t worry. He will set the shit up.
I think to myself. “Damn, I don’t think I can add on another sex partner. I’m getting tired.”

But tomorrow is another day…


A married brother “Darren” that lives just four miles from my house contacts me online in the morning. His wife and kids are gone to Seattle to visit family and his house is free.
“Do you want me to come over,” I ask.
“Yes, now,” Darren says.
“Be there in 20 minutes,” I say.
He leaves the door open so I walk right in. We go up to the guest bedroom and get at it. Darren is small brother with dreadlocks that hang to his shoulders. It is hot when I am fucking him and he whips the dreadlocks back off his face so I can see his expression of ecstasy.
He is very masculine and businesslike in public and I like that. But when we’re in the bedroom he moans and groans and pumps his ass back on my dick, making it rock hard.
“Damn, that’s a big dick, Immanuel,” he says. “Are you going to open me up?”
We fuck doggy style, missionary style, on the floor, on the bed. He is tight at first but gets looser and looser. I push my dick sideways into the walls of his ass, making him moan.
I have to admit this dude is good. He knows how to make sex hot. I think it’s because we are married and don’t have that much time. You have to get your freak on when opportunity permits and make it good.
He showers while I dress and we talk. Darren says he has been logging onto to gay sex hookup sites on his office computer.
“Man, don’t do that,” I advise. “They trace that shit. Times are hard and a lot of people are getting laid off. You don’t want to lose a job. I know a guy who did.”
He says he will try to stop. But I understand how he feels. Sex gets to be like a drug, an addiction. I think its time we all slowed down.

Sex at the Beach

I’m taking a mini-vacation a few hours away from home on the Atlantic Shore. The breezes are cool and it is relaxing watching the seagulls skip in the surf. I was expecting to just relax and not have down-low sex here, but I did. In fact, I think it was probably the best male-on-male sex I’ve ever had.
I went online last night to go trolling. There are far fewer guys online here, and many are fat and out of shape. One white man even offered to pay me $75 to let him suck my long black dick, with an extra $25 thrown in to eat my ass.
No, I don’t think so.
Then I hit up on a young black guy, just 23 years old. He grew up near the beach and is in college studying engineering. We banter back and forth for awhile, and agree to meet at his place. It’s a 25-mile drive and he is young so I don’t expect much. But on the phone he sounds intelligent and engaging.
He reminds me of when I was his age, sometimes working two jobs to make it through school.
“Alex” met me at the front door and invited me to his bedroom. It looks like a teenager’s room — a twin bed with a dark blue comforter with a cheery stars-and-moons pattern I think. The TV set, laptop computer and stereo all on at the same time.
But sex with Alex is all adult…he had skills men twice his age don’t have.
Alex used to run track and his ass is still high and tight, perched on long, toned legs. His waist is narrow and his shoulders broad. His skin was almost as dark as mine — the rich color of a chocolate bar.
He pulled down his shorts and his dick was already hard. I am 10 inches fully erect and his penis was almost as long.
I tell him with a hard dick like that he must have guys all over him. Alex smiles and agrees. “I really prefer fucking guys but I can take dick too,” he said.
I pushed him back on the bed and starting licking his squeaky clean ass, lapping my tongue from his asshole to his scrotum. I know what I am doing is good because he pulled his legs up to his chest, allowing my face to push deeper into his tight ass.
I looked up at his face and he was in ectasy. That made my dick even harder. I love to please as much as be pleased.
But I soon discovered Alex gave better than he got. He sucked my dick, moving his mouth and tongue up and down my shaft in deep, long strokes. I was surprised a guy so young gave such good head.
We traded foreplay for awhile. The sex got hotter and hotter but the air conditioner in his window blew cool air over our bodies. We never broke a sweat.
“I’m ready to fuck that ass,” I finally said.
Without a word Alex reached for a plastic box on his computer shelf by his bed and pulled out a Magnum plus-size condom and a small, black bottle of lube. I love Magnums…they fit my dick well
“My favorite brand…how did you know,” I joked.
“I only use the best,” Alex answered.
We fuck for 45 minutes in every position we can think of. Missionary, doggy-style, spooning, Alex on top, Alex bent over the bed. Believe it or not, while fucking Alex doggy style I twist my body around so my hands are on the floor by his feet and my feet are up on the bed near his head.
I drove my dick sideways into the walls of his ass, pumping and pumping. His ass gets so wet it squishes.
“You ready to cum?” I said, thrusting as hard as I could in his ass.
“No, I’m long winded,” he answered.
Damn, I think. I’ve met my match. A dude that can go as long as me.
We end up cumming by jerking off side by side, our tongues intertwined.
Alex came so hard he squirted cum from his stomach up to his shoulder. I busted my nutt all over one of his lean, dark thighs.
He is literally covered in white, sticky nutt.
“It’s been a long time since I got fucked like that,” he said with a contented smile on his face.
This morning I went online and sent him this message:
“that was the best sex i’ve ever had with a dude..thanks for letting me visit..i’ll never forget u man.”
Soon he answers: i’m glad u enjoyed yourself….you’re very welcome. I enjoyed your company. and the sex was definitely excellent

Portrait of a Down-Low Brother: Ali

“Ali” is not technically a down-low brother — he is not black and actually hails from a south Asian nation. But no matter the color or culture, his story is the same.
I started chatting with Ali on a gay hook-up site. We emailed each other back and forth and then I asked. “Can I interview you for my blog?”
He agreed.
From a young age Ali knew he was attracted to men. But he didn’t get the opportunity to experiment sexually to figure out whether he was truly bisexual or gay.
In his conservative, Islamic country there was no word that meant “gay.” There were men there who were married with kids who had male lovers on the side. People might even know these men dabbled with other men, and talk about it. But there just wasn’t a definition for it.
Fast forward a few years. Ali comes to the United States to study. He makes friends with this black guy in grad school in the South. “I would just feel good around him,” Ali says.
One night they went out drinking and Ali got tore up from the floor up. Things happened. The clothes came off. Ali sucked his buddy’s dick and his buddy sucked his dick. They even tried to penetrate each other.
But the next day the alcoholic haze cleared and they didn’t talk about what had happened just the night before. His best buddy eventually got married, leaving Ali to wonder, “Am I really gay or was that just a one-time incident?”
Ali eventually married and had a daughter. But his attraction to men was still strong and he found himself not desiring his wife. He would even pick fights with her to avoid having sex.
In the end Ali did a brave thing many down-low men do not. He decided to be true to himself. He came out of the closet and confessed to his wife. They are still friendly and Ali has a good relationship with his child, but it took time and work to get to the point.
And he still paid a steep price. His family is ashamed of his sexuality and cut off contact. It seems Ali’s wife, in her initial shock, pain and anger told the family what was up.
Despite the price he paid Ali is content. He no longer ponders suicide. He no longer gambles and takes drugs to dull his inner turmoil.
“Yes, I’m happy,” he said. “Sometimes you have to move on in life.”

Hey Immanuel, I’m in a Relationship

I was driving home yesterday and my cellphone buzzed. It was a married down-low brotha I used to kick it with. I had not seen “Carlton” in awhile.
“I’m in a relationship now,” he said. “I met this dude I like and we’ve been kicking it. It’s really been good.”
Okay, I kick it with dudes but being in a relationship with one still seems odd to me. But I am open minded and pretty liberal so I listen. There is nothing like having a nice telephone conversation during a commute — it makes the time and the traffic melt away.
“Wow, man. I’m happy for you. You seem to be a one-person guy anyway,” I said.
“Yeah, I got tired of that online shit,” Carlton said. “It’s the people and same bullshit over and over.”
“Yeah, you’re not lying about that,” I said.
Carlton’s new boyfriend is divorced with two kids and recently moved to our East Coast metropolitan area from the Midwest. I guess they had a lot in common — Carlton is from the Midwest too and is really much more laid back than most folks in our area.
The divorced guy lives about a half hour drive from Carlton and his wife and kids.
I didn’t ask how Carlton found time to go see his lover and how he was juggling the wife and kids with his new squeeze. A matter of fact, his wife didn’t even come up in the conversation.
I think Carlton would really be happier with a man. There are different degrees of sexuality. Some men and women can go easily back and forth between male and female lovers. But I think Carlton is really more closely attuned to males.
But society expects men to follow certain rules and Carlton is trying to live up to those expectations. It’s crazy. It’s unfair to Carlton, his wife and kids.
But shit, it is what it is.

Hookup Rule No. 1: If its Too Much Trouble…Don’t Do It

Look, I’ve become an expert at getting sexual hookups online. I have created my own set of rules to do it efficiently, quickly, safely and get the most bang for my mouse click.
But yesterday I broke my No. 1 Rule — “If a hookup is too much trouble to get, it aint’ worth it.”
Here’s the scenario. A brother and I start conversing online. He is a top, and I’m a top so what the fuck does he want? He emails me back: “I want you to take this ass, control it.”
In other words, he wants to “flip” and be a bottom instead of a more dominant top.
“Sure, lets do that,” I answer.
Then the bullshit started.
“Send a face picture of yourself to my email,” he says.
“Okay, I don’t usually do this but I will,” I answer. “I’ll kick your ass if you my photo turns up where I don’t want it.”
He laughs. “I’m over 40 years old…I’m too old to play games like that.”
He lives a 40-minute drive away but I have some free time before I got work to do so I drive down.
We agree to meet at a grocery store parking lot. He isn’t there. I call.
He then gives me directions to a gas station nearer his house…but his directions suck and it takes me forever to drive the mile.
I’m beginning to think this is more trouble than its worth and I should just go home.
I sit at the gas station and wait for 10 minutes for him to show up. He finally shows. Handsome, light-skinned, slender, midde-aged brother. He asks me over to his car. We chat about this and that but there is something odd about his demeanor. I have to repeat everything I say to him twice and when he speaks he speaks low, as if talking to himself.
I had things to do. “Look man, I’m going to hop in my car. I’ll see you some other time.”
“Nah, man, I want to hook up with you. Hop in your car and follow me.”
Against my better judgment I follow him less than a mile to his house. It is tastefully decorated and very neat. I know he is cheating on somebody but I can’t figure out who by the family pictures. He doesnt wear a wedding band.
He probably had a male lover and met me outside to make sure I wasn’t in their social circle.
Because face it, the gay, down-low, bisexual universe is smaller than the straight world and you will eventually run into someone you know — your dentist, a high school classmate — hell even your minister might be down.
We strip in the family room. He just lays back on the sofa and lets me work on him — licking his nipples and eating that ass. When he gives me foreplay it is tentative — I barely feel his tongue licking my left nipple.
Then he sits on my lap and rubs my dick on his ass. Then he humps me from behind as if he is trying to top me. That shit won’t happen.
This guy is confused, I think. He doesn’t know what he wants. Plus he acts like he is in a haze — all his movements are a little slower than normal. Yeah, this muthafucka is high on something.
His cell phone is on the coffee table. It keeps buzzing and buzzing, repeatedly disrupting the already lame mood. He finally answers it.
“Shit. It’s my job,” he says. “I should have been there already.”
For the first time I look carefully at his eyes. Yeah, this dude is on drugs. He had that distracted, not-quite-there look.
And look, I’m a sexual freak but there is one thing I don’t fuck around with…a job. No hookup is worth being habitually late to work. The fact this guy was messing around with his livelihood indicated he was a sloppy muthafucka.
But I was glad to have an out. “Look, you got to go to work so I’m out of here.”
I had my clothes on and out the door in less than five minutes. That afternoon I called him and told him off.
“Look, don’t have brothas drive 40 minutes to get to your house and you know you don’t have time to do nothing. Are you on drugs or something?”
“No, I’m not on drugs,” he answered. “Look, I’ll call you later.” He hung up.
He didn’t call and I was glad. I went back on line and blocked his profile so he couldn’t email me again. If sex is bad the first time around it will not get better the second time. (That’s Immanuel’s Hookup Rule No. 5)
That dude should also consider himself lucky. I have heard of guys making a scene and even fighting when a hookup is not what they expected. Shit, when gas was over $4 a gallon last year a buddy of mine made a disappointing hookup give him $20 to cover his gas!
But the 40-minute drive wasn’t a total waste. I knew another down-low brotha that lived about a mile from him. I knew this guy worked evenings so would likely be home. I went over and knocked on ” Taylor’s” door and he let me in.
Taylor had been mad at me because I stood him up once but when he looked down at my bulging crotch he didn’t say much and just led me to the bedroom.
I busted a good nutt with him.