It’s Messy in the Middle


There was no way I was going to get into the middle of the messy relationship with Clive and his boyfriend.

I dated “Clive” briefly when I first moved to Baltimore three years ago. Nice enough fellow but I had to drop him with a quickness.

Here is why. We weren’t dating a month and he was already talking about marriage and picking out spots for the reception.

“Man, pump your brakes. We don’t even really know each other,” I said. “Besides you have already been married three times — twice to women and once to a man. I don’t want to be another link on your chain.”

You see Clive is one of those gay men who is into being in a relationship. They don’t give a fuck who it is as long as they can brag to others “I got a man.” It gives their fragile egos a boost, I suppose.

So I moved on and Clive soon started dating this tall, husky, handsome dark-skinned man from South Carolina. Within weeks they had moved in together and eventually got a stylish, newly renovated apartment in a rowhouse in Baltimore’s up-and-coming Bolton Hill neighborhood.

Yeah, Clive moves fast when he wants to have a boyfriend.

But the relationship wasn’t six months old before Clive was hitting me up for sex.

“I miss that big black dick — this nigger ain’t hitting this ass right like you did.”

“You should see his dick Immanuel — it’s no bigger than my pinky finger when it’s hard. I ain’t feeling shit.”

“He works weekends and as soon as he leaves I got this big dick trade boy that lives up the block come over and set me up right.”

What Clive says makes me sick. His guy is really nice although a bit passive and clueless. I know because my partner “Van” and I have socialized with them.

“Clive, you knew his dick was small when you dated him. So why did you get into a relationship with a person you know wasn’t going to satisfy you?”

Clive didn’t respond. But I already knew the answer.

Clive has a big, pretty penis and claims he is a verse top. But he is really a bottom. His poor dude probably thought he was going to get that dick all the time and Clive flipped the script on him.

So now they were two bottoms “bumping pussies.”

Why aren’t men honest about what they want sexually? Why do they rush into relationships that end up failing because they weren’t open and up front at the start?

Well, guess what? Friday morning I was on Jack’d and got hit up on by a profile I had never seen before.

“Hey, can I come through. I need some good dick,” the man texted.

“Open your private so I can see you,” I texted back.

I looked at the photo. It was a dark-skinned, handsome, corn-fed looking brother. Ummm, he looks familiar. What? Well I’ll be damned. It was Clive’s partner. He was trying to get dick outside the relationship too!

I could have been messy. Clive and I are still friendly and I could have informed him what his partner is up too. Or I could have told Clive’s clueless partner, “Hey, your boy is trying to get my dick too!”

One buddy even suggested I invite them both over to fuck at the same time and sit back and watch the surprise and the fireworks.

Instead I did the right thing. Or at least what I think is the right thing.

“Hey man,” I texted Clive’s boyfriend. “I know your boyfriend and I think it would be awkward for me to mess with you so let’s act like this didn’t happen.”

“Oh, okay,” he responded.

And that was that.

Broke Back Mountain Baltimore Style


Black steelworkers. Photo courtesy of

Baltimore’s economy today is fueled by universities, state government, hospitals and Under Armour sportswear.

But not too long ago this Rust Belt City was heavily industrial, filled with factories and hulking smokestacks.

An acquaintance, “Kenny,” told me about how he hooked up with a long term sex partner back in the 70s when Baltimore was still a city of industry.

Kenny was married with kids and worked at a Bethlehem Steel plant in Sparrows Point. The job was hot and gritty and dirty so workers showered in the locker room before changing back into street clothes and going home.

Kenny befriended another married man on his shift named “Omar.” For some reason, although Omar worked on a different team, he always made excuses to shower the same time as Kenny.

They would banter and joke back and forth, talking about sports or whether Lola Falana was hotter than Jayne Kennedy or “Sanford and Son” was a funnier TV show than “That’s My Mama!” Omar would never rush to put on his clothes and would stand naked talking to Kenny, acting  as natural as can be.

For years Kenny knew he was attracted to woman and men. So he didn’t mind getting a chance to look at Omar’s tall, dark, lean body and his long dick, all glistening and wet from the shower.

Soon they started sharing rides with each back in the city. Omar would brag about his past sexual conquests with women, rubbing and grabbing his crotch to make his point. Kenny would be so turned on he could barely look at Omar — his palms would sweat as he tightly held the steering wheel.

Then one day it happened.

“You want to play with this dick, don’t you?” Omar asked.

“You know, yeah I do,” Kenny answered.

And he pulled over the car on a dark side street in West Baltimore, leaned over, pulled Omar’s dick out of his pants and sucked it.

Soon Omar and Kenny were hooking up every week or every other week.

“We were fucking like rabbits — I loved taking that big dick,” Kenny said.

Since they worked at the steel plant at night it was easy to hook up. Their wives worked during the day and the kids were at school so they had either house to themselves.

“It was like a relationship,” Kenny said. “Since we both worked at the same plant it was easy because we could socialize together with our families. He knew my wife and I knew his wife.”

This went on for years. They only had one close call when Omar’s wife came home from work unexpectedly during the day and almost caught them fucking.

Today the men are in their sixties. They are just friends now — they haven’t had sex in several years. Omar is still with his wife while Kenny divorced his wife and is out.

“There was a whole lot of gay sex going on back in the day,” Kenny said. “You just kept things more quiet.”





Florida Swinging: The Watcher

“Jaleel” was out running errands, getting ready for a family reunion,  when he hit up “Van” and me on Jack’d.

“I would  really like to watch you two fuck,” he said. “I’m kinda shy and that really turns me on. What hotel are you staying at?”

I told him the hotel name and room number. Before I could even check with Van about whether he wanted to play with a third Jaleel was knocking at our hotel door.

“Hey I never confirmed we were going to play,” I said, surprised.

“Well, I was in the area.”

Van and I were not going to throw him out. He was a beautiful chocolate, like a a Hershey’s bar, with a thick black beard. A little on the thick side and definitely handsome. Just 31 years old.

Jaleel still had to run to the store to get ice, sodas, charcoal and citron candles to keep away Zika-carrying mosquitoes. So we decided to play later in the day and he left.

But 15 minutes later there was another knock on the hotel door. Jaleel had come back. “My uncle called and they need some more stuff so I have more time to hang out.”

“Cool, let’s do this then.”


I started by eating out Van’s ass while Jaleel watched, stroking his thick dick until it got hard. Then he lay in the bed beside us while I fucked Van missionary style. His ass was so tight as usual it didn’t take me long to cum — I lifted his legs, thrust a few more strokes, and busted a good nutt.

Jaleel had warmed up a bit and was licking Van’s left nipple while I fucked him.

After I nutted, Van busted his nutt. And then we lay on each side of Jaleel, licking his nipples while he lay back and jacked and busted a nutt. It took him a long time to cum.

“You must be jacking off too much,” I joked. “It’s taking you a long time  to cum.”

“Yeah, you are right,” he said smiling. And soon he was shooting a thick creamy nutt on his belly.

Afterward I asked him why he was so shy. He grew up in Fort Lauderdale and always knew he was into men but had to keep it a secret because his family and friends likely would not accept it.

“Women just don’t turn me on,” he said. “I like masculine men.”

He had first had sex with family friend when he was just 21 years old. The family friend was more than 10 years older and Jaleel had always had a crush on him. Jalee remembered his dick was so big it took three sessions before it would fit in his virgin ass.

Jaleel didn’t have much time to talk. His family kept texting. The family reunion was going to start soon. Where was the charcoal? We have to light the grill.

So Jaleel said his goodbyes and left,  back to his down-low world.




Sex, Racism and White Guilt at the End of a Bad Week

It's sad some gay white men play out their anxiety over race through sex instead of actively working to improve race relations.

It’s sad some gay white men play out their anxiety over race through sex instead of actively working to improve race relations.

Two more unarmed, innocent Black men killed by police in the past week. How many times has this scenario played out? Want to bet the cops will get off?

And now a lone Black gunman  kills five police in Dallas, which will help no one and only inflame this shitty situation.

And that racist Trump is still the Republican contender for president.  And all all the racists are coming out of the woodwork on social media and online message boards, blaming President Obama for a present state of affairs in America that white folks created over  400 years.

And just when the week couldn’t get worse I get this from ericcatonsville on Adam4Adam which represents how twisted this nation is, racially and sexually. He wrote:

hello sir… white pussy boy in Catonsville… after seeing the way my people have treated black men, cops killing them left and right… I just want to serve and be fucking completely owned by a black man… I want to pay for the sins of my pussy race…

His pickup line, which he probably thinks is so sexy, demonstrates what I have long thought. Many white people know how fucked up this nation is but instead of confronting it they bury it in their psyches. And some exercise their demons through sex and role play.

It’s sick. To him all I am is an object to help him feel better because he feels guilty.

Instead of me fucking his brains out with my stereotypical big Mandingo dick I would prefer if Eric in Catonsville, Maryland, who is just 24 years old, write his local lawmakers in support of a fairer criminal justice system and better policing, get involved in organizations such as Black Lives Matter that are trying to make a difference, or just correct his white family members and friends when they say something racist that is wrong.

I think that will do more to wipe away his sins than my Black dick…


After Grief, Sex

My stepfather’s funeral service was beautiful but I have to admit the week was stressful.

All the phone calls, the 450-mile drive to Mom’s house and endless parade of relatives and family friends through the door proved to be exhausting. And deflecting questions about my partner “Van.”

“Who is that? Your brother or a cousin?”

“Oh, he is just a close family friend.”

My mother pulls me over later. “That’s all they need to know. These country people are nosey and don’t need to be all up  in our business.”

And we laugh and keep it moving.

Sex is a great way to relieve stress and cope with grief.

Watch a brief clip on Xtube of our threesome with Micky.

So after the service and repast (a cousin who is a caterer did the food and it was off-the chain) Van and I slipped away from the crowd and went to our hotel room and went online. And soon met “Micky,” a retired military guy who is 6 foot five with a 10-inch dick and toned body.

Micky is usually a top but on Saturday night he wanted to get fucked and that is what we did to him. He also loves Platinum Wet lube and is not averse to spreading it around.

So soon we were all sweaty and oily.

The sex was so good the sheets came off the bed.



I take a photo of “Van” (left) and Micky during a break in the threesome.


Me banging MIcky from the back.

Me banging Micky from the back.



Trying to take a selfie while fucking doggy style is hard lol.


Micky's dick.

Micky’s dick.

When is it okay to step out?


Gay couple Octavius Terry and Jamal Sims. Photo courtesy of Youtube.

“Javier” is a handsome, 40-something man from Venezuela who sports a closely cropped beard.

He looks like all parts of the world rolled into one – Africa, Latino and European.

Javier loves black men above all others and has been in a relationship with “Raoul” for 14 years.

They own a home in a desirable Northeast Washington. D.C. neighborhood and enjoy a wide circle of friends.

But there is a problem. Raoul’s big black dick, which Javier adores, just isn’t getting hard. They haven’t had sex in months and when they did last the experience was just “meh.”

They don’t talk about it. Javier loves Raoul and they have so much time and money invested in each other he is loathe to separate.

And they still enjoy each other’s companionship.

So Javier slips out, taking off work early so he can get dick. The bigger and blacker the better.

“I do it for my sanity but I don’t know how long this situation can go in,” he says.

Another acquaintance named “Ryan” has been in a relationship and married to his man for 20 years. But his partner is overcoming prostate cancer and is having erectile problems.

Ryan loves him but damn a gay man has to have dick and ass sometimes. So he will say he is having a night out and visit the Crew Club, or The Eagle or Glorious Healthclub in D.C. and suck dick to his heart’s content.

Many gay men want monogamy and that one guy to fulfill their dreams. But relationships can be hard and require give and take and understanding and turning a blind eye from time to time.

I don’t think many people realize this.

Ryan thinks his partner knows he steps out but understands. Javier thinks his dude may be fucking around which is why his dick won’t get hard.

Since having an openly open relationship is out of the question for both – Javier said his dude is possessive and Ryan doesn’t want to crush his man’s ego – it seems things will remain as they are.

I’m not one to judge. This is reality for many gay men.

Q: Readers what do you think?

You can’t fuck


Dude did have a nice booty. Too bad the sex wasn't good.

He had been hitting me up since November, begging for a chance to have a threesome with “Van” and me.

This 29-year-old chocolate drop from Georgia. Six feet one with a booty plumper than a Thanksgiving turkey.

So Sunday I relented and invited him over for some late afternoon play.

I should have known it was going to be a dud. It took him forever to warm up —  he smoked weed for damn near an hour before we climbed the steps to the bedroom.

“I don’t know if I can take that big dick,” he said, his eyes squinting because he was so high.

“Don’t worry it won’t hurt you,” I said.

But his sexual technique was lame. He mostly let us do the work, laying on his back while Van licked one nipple and I lapped the other.

And when it came time to fuck and I bent him over doggystyle and tried to slide my dick in slowly it was hard going.

Whenever I tried to get a decent stroke going he straightened up and made me stop, claiming he was in too much pain.

Finally things just came to a halt.

“You can’t fuck me like that with that 12-inch dick.”

What, I thought? My dick isn’t 12 inches.

And he went downstairs and quickly dressed and left. Didn’t even say bye.

“He was tired,” Van said. “Plus he had hemorrhoids which is why he couldn’t take dick.”

“Yeah, you’re right his asshole was all lumpy,” I said.

And we chuckled and forgot about it.

But a day or two later I said an online hello to the Georgia dud and mentioned the encounter was strange.

And he went ham on me.

“You can’t fuck worth a shit,” he said. “You just tried to push up in me all quick. As old as your ass is you should know how to fuck better ”

Wow. No one has ever said I couldn’t fuck well before. This was a new one.

And he was the one who kept saying for months he wanted a big dick and could he come over. I didn’t go after him.

“Nah son the problem is you just can’t take dick,” I responded.

I almost started going in on him about his rampant case of hemorrhoids but then I thought better.

I clicked a button and blocked him.

Q: Readers has sex with someone you thought would be hot turn out disappointing?