Tacky is as Tacky Does

Many of you have probably seen the pictures from the wedding of Michael K. Cole and Jamil Smith Cole. If not, let me refresh your memory:

 

Now that your eyes have stopped burning from the opulence, I only have one thing to say, GUUUUUUURL!!!!

I salute them for their commitment. It is rare to see two black gay men making such a public statement, but this is some hot gay ghetto madness. Get into handmade couture gown with the train arranged elegantly on the step. The beard! The hair! the eyebrows! I love how Shaniqua and Dayquanna are standing there with that "I know I look good" face.

Two of my good bristas got married in Boston this summer. They rented tuxes and had a beautiful simple ceremony under the trees in Boston Commons, followed by a carriage ride. SIMPLE. ELEGANT. CLASSY. Yes I am hating, but not like the woman at Morehouse who made homophobic comments and got fired. My hate comes from a place of "Chile Cheez!"

By contrast, my wedding will be a simple affair, in my signature colors of blush and bashful!

The Anniversary, part 3.2

The adventure continues at Parliament House...

Parliament House was a motel complex. People were walking around the complex, wandering in and out of rooms, some naked, some fully clothed. In most rooms, the blinds were open and you could see people engaged in various sexual acts. Again, I wanted to explore the scene, but Alonzo was hell-bent on a mission. He led me around the corner of one of the motel buildings. I heard the sound of gurgling water. There was an empty, bubbling hottub sitting on a deck. Trees form a canopy and dappled sunshine filtered down. A cool breeze was blowing. Alonzo threw the towels in a chair and took off his thong. He climbed into the hottub and beckoned me to join him. I took off my thong and climbed in. I sat down next to him and melted in his arms.

I lived in the moment, savoring the scent of Alonzo's body, the warmth of the water and the chirping of the birds. I could feel the hard lump of his erection at the small of my back. Alonzo began licking my ear gently. I moaned and wrapped his legs around me under the water. His hands strayed to my nipples and using his nails, Alonzo began to scrape them lightly, each touch an exquisite agony. By wrapping his legs around me, I had effectively trapped myself. I was helpless under his knowing touch. His hands roamed my body, working me like a virtuoso. I was in heaven. My eyes were closed and we were splashing water all over the tub.

I heard the sound of two pairs of feet on the deck and opened my eyes to see two muscular brothas clad only in towels approach the hot tub. The taller one was about 6-3, had a little 'fro, brown skin, shades and a nice tight body. His shorter friend was thick and compactly muscular at 5-6, a fine sheen of sweat glistening on his reddish-brown skin. His towel barely covered his growing erection. They both dropped their towels and I felt Alonzo's dick jump at the site we were presented with. The tall one with the shades had a nice dick and an incredible ass. It was smooth and muscular, just begging for a hot tongue and hotter dick. The shorter brotha had a truly spectacular dick. It was a good 11 inches long and almost as thick as a soda can. Both were completely hairless from the neck down, including pubic hair.

"My name is Lucien and this is Steven. Can we join you?" the shorter one asked. His voice was nice, a little higher than I expected, but still masculine. Lucien smiled at us, silently asking permission to join us. I looked up at Alonzo and smiled down at me wickedly. I waved them into the pool.

They climbed into the tub and settled into one corner opposite us kissing one another with an intensity that was at once brutal and provocative. Alonzo continued to play with my nipples and I allowed my head to fall back onto his shoulder. His lips found mine and once again I tasted the natural cinnamon essence of his mouth. We shifted positions so that Alonzo was on top of me. He pushed my body upward so that my hard dick was half in and half out of the water. The next thing I felt was a pair of lips kissing my dick, followed by a series of fluttering licks. Steven and Lucien crossed the pool and joined us.

Lucien joined Alonzo and suddenly I had two exquisite and talented pairs of lips on my dick. Steven rose up out of the water, stepped over Alonzo and Lucien, and stood in front of me, his dick inches from my lips. I leaned forward and sucked his 8-inch piece into my mouth. After dealing with Alonzo's big dick for a year, I was an expert at deep-throating, so Steven's piece was no problem. I sucked hard on his dick, driven to new heights of ecstasy by the twin attentions of Lucien and Alonzo on my own dick. I sucked first one, then both of Steven's balls into my mouth and hummed, sending a shiver of delight through him.

While my lips caressed Steven's dick, my hands wandered all over his body. Steven grabbed my right hand and guided it down into his warm, moist crack. I extended my middle finger and inserted it into his waiting hole. I was rewarded with several tasty drops of pre-cum on my tongue. I set up a rhythm, timing the thrusts of my fingers to my dick sucking. He began pushing back on my finger, making it obvious what he really wanted. I really wanted to fuck him, but was held immobile by Lucien and Alonzo as they battled to see who could suck my dick the best. My baby was winning, of course, but Lucien was close. He would suck me all the way to the pubics and then slowly raise up, using his teeth ever so lightly. Far from being painful, his use of teeth was driving me wild. Not to be outdone, Alonzo would suck me into his throat and then swallow, each contraction of the muscles milking my dick of more delectable nectar.

I pulled Steven's dick from my mouth with a pop and turned him around. I was confronted with the sight of one of the best asses in all of creation. The brotha was draggin' a serious wagon. His ass was completely hairless and muscular, firm and soft at the same time. Something made me reach out and slap his asscheek fairly hard, Steven responded by spreading his cheeks and lowering his ass onto my waiting tongue. I sucked and ate that ass like I was on death row and salad was my last meal. I spread his cheeks as wide as they could go and buried my face in that tasty valley. I gave him the finger again and went immediately for the prostate. He tightened up so quickly, he almost broke my fucking finger off. I eased up, thinking I was hurting him.

"What the fuck you stop for?" he asked. I took that as my green light and attacked his prostate with renewed vigor. I started by lightly finger-fucking him, barely grazing that sweet spot, eventually building up to a point where my finger was buried deep inside of him, practically playing the drums on that sensitive spot. I would know it was time to back off when his knees began to tremble. I lost count of the number of times he got close, but the pre-cum covering my chest told me I was doing a good job.

I felt both pair of lips retreat from my dick and looked between Steven's legs to see what was going on. Alonzo and Lucien were standing up in the hottub facing each other. Alonzo had his back arched as Lucien was fingering him. I assumed they were about to fuck. Lucien worked his way up to having 3 fingers inside Alonzo, who was moaning in delight. Steven shifted slightly and my view was filled with that delectable ass of his, so I went back to fingering him. The next thing I knew, I felt the familiar warmth and heat of Alonzo's ass as he sat down on my dick. His descent was slow, since there was no lube except for water. I thrust upward into him, knowing that the momentary pain would turn him on. He cried out in surprise and delight, begging me to stop. I paused, letting him adjust to me. After a moment he started riding me like a jockey, splashing water with each downward thrust. I started to meet him with upward thrusts. It was then that the timer ran out on the hottub and the bubbles stopped. We took that as our cue to exit the pool and retire to our room.

The Anniversary, part 3.1

A confession and a surprise...

All that day at work I was distracted. For one thing, I was mad at myself that I had forgotten our anniversary. All I had to do was l look around my new office to be reminded of Alonzo. It was the very office that he and I had been in. And it was the very office that became mine when the big boss was promoted and I was finally rewarded for all of my hard work. We had fucked several times in that same office. I spent the whole day with a hard dick, anticipating my surprise for the evening. After what we had done that morning, I couldn't even fathom something that could top it. But I wasn't worried. Alonzo was very good at being creative.

I arrived home. Just inside the front door was a small suitcase. On top of that were 2 tickets to Atlanta. I had no idea what was going on. Alonzo came down the stairs. "Oh good, you're home." He pecked me on the cheek, took me by the hand and sat me down on the sofa. He sat down beside me and put his head into his hands. For a few long moments he didn't say anything. His shoulders started shaking and tears streamed between his fingers. I had no idea what was wrong and I didn't care. I pulled him into my embrace, his head soaking my chest with tears. I held him as the sobs racked his body. I waited for the sobs to subside before I said a word.

"What's wrong, baby?" He didn't say anything at first. "You know you can tell me anything."

"Sometimes I just can't believe it…" His voice trailed off. I waited for him to continue and signaled my attentiveness by squeezing him tighter. "I can't believe that you know everything about me and you still love me. I never had anyone like that in my life before. I never told you about Harry, this brotha I used to date. Yeah, he liked the big dick and he claimed that he loved me, but when I told him how my stepfather used to beat me and how my mother's boyfriends use to rape me, he dumped me. He said I had too much drama. I got home from work one day and the locks had been changed.

"When I met you on the train that day, I gotta be honest. All I wanted to do was fuck you. But from the moment I met you, I vibed with you. You always got my back, nigga. Even my Moms ain't tight wit' me like that. You don't treat like I'm stupid because I never been to college. It's like… It's like… Yo!" I paused and tried to catch his breath. "Mufucka what I'm tryin' to say is, I ain't never met anybody like you before and even if this shit don't go no farther than tonight it's been the best year of my life. It's all about me and you for as long as you want it to be." He pulled back and waited for me to respond. Never in my life had anyone professed his undying love for me in such a way, and I was touched. Actually, I was moved. Well, to be fa real. I started to cry like a bitch. See, I have my own issues.

Five years ago, I was fat, not pleasingly plump, not thick, but fat. Everyone said I carried it well, but as far as I was concerned, I was huge. Grossly overweight. My self-esteem sucked. I used to lust after brothas like Alonzo. But it never happened. I was getting my fair share of ass, but none of them turned into anything serious, which was just fine with me, because none of them gave me the feelings. I ran into a brotha one evening at a club. I took him home and we did the deed. He didn't know that we had some mutual friends. He told one of them that he only did it because he wanted to know what it was like to fuck a fat boy. What he didn't tell him was that he was the one who got fucked three times that night, not me. When I met Alonzo, it took me a couple of weeks to realize and accept that he was for real. Once I did, I never looked back.

Alonzo waited for my response in silence. I could feel his heart pounding mightily as he waited. He actually thought there was chance that I was not serious about us. I ended all speculation about my feelings. "It's all good," I said and laughed. He slapped me lightly on cheek.

"Whateva, nigga!" I hugged him tight, we kissed and that was that.

"So what's this big surprise?" I asked.

"We're headed to Augusta for a little mini-vacation. It’s sort of a resort. And that's all I'm gonna say."

The next morning, we took a plane to Atlanta, rented a car and drove to Augusta, Georgia. Way out in the middle of nowhere, we arrived at this pink and green building with a fence around it. It was called Parliament House. He made me sit in the car while he went inside. He came back out and answered the question in my eyes by handing me a blindfold. I took it and put it on without question. We drove for a few moments then I was lead out of the car and up some steps. I heard a key in a door and was lead into a room. Alonzo came up behind me. I could feel his erection. Before I could say or do anything, he removed the blindfold and a room full of people yelled, "SURPRISE!"

"Welcome to Parliament House, baby. We are going to enjoy this weekend." I still did not know what the hell was going on. I looked around the room at the people gathered. I did not know any of them except for my best friend David. They all came up and shook our hands, congratulating us on our year together. David was the last one to leave.

"We'll leave you to lovebirds alone."

"OK, what the hell is this place, Alonzo?" He told me that it was a gay men's social club. Parliament House used to be a motel. There was a hot tub, a pool, a maze, a "beach" and even a place to explore kinkier sexual aspects. I still was not sure what was going on, but I decided to go with the flow. Alonzo reached into our bag. I commented that there were not a whole lot of clothes inside. He said we wouldn't need much. I smiled at that. I could think of nothing I wanted more than to spend a weekend naked with Alonzo in this motel room. He pulled out 2 thongs and handed one to me.

"Put it on." His voice had taken on a husky tone, familiar to me. His voice always changed when he was thinking of something especially freaky or next-level. There was also a glint in his eye that gave me an instant erection. We put on our thongs. Alonzo grabbed 2 beach towels and we headed outside, both naked except for the thongs, and both with very large, very visible erections. We passed the rooms of our friend who were in various stages of undress or conversing in small groups of twos and threes. I wanted to comment on the scene unfolding before me, but Alonzo was dragging me to God only knew where.