Six Degrees
Expanding on my literary skills in all mediums is a continuing goal this year. I present to you my first of a series of short stories from "The P Files". As in all things with me, about me I try to chronicle my experiences in some form or other. The title denotes the number of academic degrees achieved by the main character and as time evolve in this continuing saga one will truly surmise that I'm actually attracted by intelligence. The ability to carry on a decent and intellectual conversation with the playful use of ambiguous but flirting words is quite a turn-on in the right setting. I find it very endearing but it seems in the end it's always to my detriment. One can tell the difference between a boy and a man through conversation. When I was a child, I did childish things but now I'm a man....I expect all things manly. Hopefully you'll enjoy today's offering titled "Six Degrees".
Six Degrees
A short story from The P Files
By DA
It was mid summer in the ATL and this wife beater weather was its usual self, hot and humid just like my hormones. After work a friend and I decided to go to the local boy bar, Bulldogs for the mature folks that evening to get our dance and drink on, flirt and for me definitely to get my groove back. It’s been three months since the Pastor opted for greener pastures as a committed relationship was not in his Sunday sermon. I realized after a month it seemed that my apartment in Riverdale, just off of highway 138 was a revolving door for off the chain sex for the pastor. I often ask myself in my internalization mode why we believe the bullshit when we know its bullshit because the sex is great. Anyhow that was then and this is now – and I’m still hot, horny and emotionally unfulfilled.
I awoke from under a six-foot three, two hundred and ten pounds full bodied stress reliever to the sounds of my cell phone insistent rings. I neglected to answer it after seeing it was my go to the club friend from last night. It was Saturday the last day of July and my three months migraine had dissipated. I smiled as I look down lying in the bed at this well tooled able-bodied specimen no doctor could have prescribed.
Taking me out of my momentary lapse of reality once again was the cell phone. I glanced at the wall clock in the kitchen and I realized then it was eleven thirty. You would think that I would turn the shit off after waking me up the first time. But no, I answered it in an attempt to get the “diva” off my back. It was said in certain circles that his royal highness suffered from allusions of grandeur. Divas are grand but his royal highness had already pass the age of training for diva school plus he’s rustic along the edges somewhat and not as avant garde and sultry as grand divas are however he is my dear Caribbean friend. Going out with the no car no driving his royal highness once a month was all I could muster in order to maintain my networking status. He would go in spells as it relates to going out as he’s very particular at where and with whom he associates but summer is his people mixing season as he gets to show off his Bally’s membership tight six packed muscled body. There was this house white party he wanted to go to later where as he puts it will be littered with eligible homeowners (ho’s). This is the class of men one should date or is relationship material according to chapter one, two and three in Dating 101 volume one of His Royal Highness recently in mind only released book.
I told him he should call me later as I was busy for most of the day. Visions of round two with my early morning trade had entered my mind as I listened to the useless chatter of my friend. As I returned to the room and saw him languishing ever so casually amidst the satin sheets still sleeping, I slipped in beside him and decided it was time that I truly gave him a special for being so good to me earlier. Dr. Nibble went to work all over his body with intervals of ever so tender bites all in the right places and before I reached below the waistline he was vertical like a drill sergeant moaning in pleasure with his eyes closed. I parted his legs and let Dr. Nibble spend some time down in the hairy forest and just below the balls and on the inside of his thighs with licks and tender bites. This drove him to pre-cum and I hadn’t even given him a blow job. Now that I had gotten his full attention and his senses were alive I told him to sit up in the bed as I straddled the full extent of that joy stick for a train ride around Georgia as I simultaneously guided his mouth to my nipples to take advantage of vigorously. I used my sphincter muscles to consistently squeeze on his shaft while I gyrated up and down on his dick. In a matter of five minutes we both couldn’t take it any longer and blew our loads together. I took his number and sent him packing.
Insufferable Sean, his royal highness was a master talent of the lens. Actually, to be politically correct he’s a photojournalist and writes and takes photos for a number of magazines. My boy just knows he has skills professionally but shady on the personal side. It was him calling again to pester me into making an appearance at this gathering of white. I agreed before he told me we would be crashing the party. I have a problem being in places where I’m not invited by the host so I protested. But then again, Sean reminded that in my business one should take every opportunity to network. He won that round and I relented in his favor to go. Apparently, two old friends, now residents of Atlanta via New York were invited and we were to meet up with them at a house in Stone Mountain. I questioned Sean about his friends but of course all he offered was that one was his former roommate and the other he did an article on for Black Enterprise.
For the next fourteen months July 31, 2004 would forever be etched in my love history as the day my heart fluttered and fell stone cold for Six Degrees.
After collecting Sean (his royal highness) from his pad off of Bouldercrest to venture on a tour of the east side which was foreign to both of us especially me. This would be my first time going to the Stone Mountain district and it seemed to take forever for us two blind mouse’s to get there. Sean’s cell rang and it was six degrees best friend calling to find out where we were and why hadn’t we arrived as yet. His royal highness assured him that we were on our way but temporarily lost so best friend guided us to the house. Six Degrees and his best friend were in a BMW SUV sitting in the driveway and with confirmation that it was us they took off and we followed them another hour in travel time. We arrived finally!
We parked and then it was time for Sean to give the introductions of his two friends. Six Degrees was tall, dark and good looking with a bald head. He was six feet and weight proportionate around one hundred and ninety pounds with a killer smile. He seemed quite shy at first and then we shook hands but it was a lingered hand shake which is good indication for me. Needless to say, six degrees was definitely on my hit list for the night. Six Degrees best friend name is Thomason. Thomason is a lighter hue complexion brother standing a tall six foot three, bald headed, groomed and dressed stylishly. I could tell by the conversation and the use of the English language that both of these brothers are educated professionals in their given fields.
This was my first time at a white party in Atlanta and the men present were all professionals give or take one or two eye candies that were obviously hanging on to older sugar daddies. It’s amazing how you can go places in Atlanta and always meet new people that you’ve never seen before. I did not know anyone at the party and never ran into any of them at any of the local boy bars that I frequented from time to time. Sean, Six Degrees and me hung out together for a spell while Thomason went about his business chatting up with some people that he knew. Sean realized eventually that some innocent flirting in conversation was going on between Six Degrees and me so he made himself evaporate in the crowd. We chatted about mutual interests and the dating scene. We were like the discovery channel – discovering important tidbits about each other but most importantly the questioned had to be answered on both of our part if we were dating anyone seriously presently. After we satisfied our initial hesitations, the conversation flowed quite easily and I was beginning to like this brother even more. For me it was more about qualities he possessed than anything else. He was shy and seemed passive. I really like my liaisons to be aggressive, assertive, confident and knowledgeable in all things pertinent to the development and continuation of things intimate. He didn’t fit that bill but he possessed a certain charm in an old school quiet way which was very appealing. I still had a lingering question on my mind and with my wild imagination I needed to satisfy my curiosity about Sean and him. They were roommates and we all know how most gay people become friends. The answer to this question would have to be put at bay for the time being. After awhile we both went our separate ways and for me I networked while Six Degrees socialized. My affection for him really surfaced when I realized his attention was drawn towards a certain executive director of a youth based non-profit organization. He was about five-ten, slim built with dreads and quite handsome as they both stood in front of the fireplace quite engaged in conversation. You could tell they were flirting. To be candid, I was jealous so I went wondering after witnessing that exchanged. I caught back up with the diva whom by the way was being locked down in some serious one on one with a cute guy from Memphis however he did not fit the diva “ho” criteria to be submitted in his book as a possible second opportunity date. The diva was gearing up to give him the brush off.
Getting back to reality, the white party was good. It had good food, lots of drinks and I met some really good people. According to Sean it was a great networking opportunity of which I passed the grade. Six Degrees finally caught up with me and wanted to know if I was enjoying the party. He noticed that I left the inside of the house after I saw him talking to the young chap. He made his first mistake --- that of recognition of my discord. I knew then he at least had some interest. You know I lied when I told him point blank it didn’t matter to me whom he talked too. The host, an accomplished lawyer, announced that the party may be over at the house but the celebrations would continue at Phase One on Memorial Drive. Six Degrees asked if we were going to the club but Sean who was standing on the side of me answered and said why not.
Sean and I took off our linen shirts before entering the club. He had on a crew neck white t-shirt while I wore a white wife beater to show off my tone physique. As we maneuvered our way in the “ho” infused club to the bar we caught up with Six Degrees and Thomason. Thomason seemed to right at home again chatting up the patrons while Six Degrees was engrossed in a conversation with a light skinned brother with a fat gene. This was fine with me because I was in my element now – the club. Over the years, I’ve gotten accustomed to the obligatory advances, glances and eye winks so commonly bestowed upon me. Sometimes I used it to my advantage, it all depended on the how horny I was and then again, sometimes I quaintly and unmistakably shrug off a suitor or two with a not so alluring look that says “thanks but no thanks”.
Being around a bunch of matured eligible men was captivating – their company certainly improved the conversation level a notch and their ability to engage your attention span intellectually also impressed me. Right about this time my drink was waning and my conversation was weakening with this shorter than me brother so I took the bull by the horn (dredged up my aggressiveness attitude) went over to Six Degrees and asked the guy with the fat gene to pardon my interruption and asked Six Degrees to dance. He excused himself from the conversation with fat gene and thanked me for rescuing him.
The dance was our friend, our movements were ours and with our eyes everything was said and not said. His occasional touch combined with the intensity of our stares and the thump of the music transcended me to another world – that state where I am at peace, contented and feel secured wrap in the aura of my dream man. He not only was a better than average dancer but a sexy hunk of flesh and being with him made me feel special. Besides the electricity transferring between us was causing my hairs on my arm to raise as well as other body parts. It seemed as if we danced for an eternity. I lost count of the songs and sounds --- wrapped up in “his” world. It was just him and I in the room and that was all that mattered.
I guessed his royal highness sensed the heat uprising on the floor and he came to relieve me of my state of mind. He cupped my chest from behind on the dance floor and started to grind on the back of me while Six Degrees paid attention to my frontal. I’ve never been sandwiched before but it felt good. It struck me then that actually his royal highness was a bit put off that I was monopolizing his friend Six Degrees. For me, it was an insatiable thirst to be wanted by “him”.
We stayed on the dance floor and flirted dangerously with each other in the dance until I could take it no more and opted to rest for a bit while Six Degrees retreated to the lavatory. On and off we flirted with each other as the evening progressed as we both engaged in conversations with club patrons. However, most of his time was being captivated by fat gene. I was talking with this good looking well built muscular brother who definitely caught my attention by the pool table. At one point he came dangerously close to me and I could feel his heart thumping while he asked me for my number and out of the blue Six Degrees came over and asked the gentleman what’s going on as he was speaking with “his” man. I was flabbergasted and quite turned on by his assertiveness and possessiveness. It was so sexy but I couldn’t resist the excuse me I’m sure I did not hear that statement right. Mr. Muscular apologized and turned away as Six Degrees said to me that I belonged to him, if only for tonight. I just smiled a very knowing smile.
A drag show commenced and we both drifted to the dance floor where the stage was located and without even realizing it our hands interlocked like teenage lovers possessing the need of touch to reaffirm our feelings. It felt good, he felt good and my mind began analyzing. Saturday had now passed by and whatever it was had begun and now it was early Sunday morn and I was still with him. It would soon end and up to this point we had not exchanged numbers nor did he asked. I have this rule I do not take numbers but I will give mine. It was two-thirty in the morning and well all decided to leave and as we were walking out together he asked for my digits. So I gave him my cell so that he could his number in my phone and then call his phone from my phone thus leaving no room for error.
His parting words were of the effect that he would call me later that day. It was Sunday still and I believed him and yet Six Degrees reminded me of all the times I heard that line and I wondered if he would be a “pilgrim” as defined by Webster.
Six Degrees
A short story from The P Files
By DA
It was mid summer in the ATL and this wife beater weather was its usual self, hot and humid just like my hormones. After work a friend and I decided to go to the local boy bar, Bulldogs for the mature folks that evening to get our dance and drink on, flirt and for me definitely to get my groove back. It’s been three months since the Pastor opted for greener pastures as a committed relationship was not in his Sunday sermon. I realized after a month it seemed that my apartment in Riverdale, just off of highway 138 was a revolving door for off the chain sex for the pastor. I often ask myself in my internalization mode why we believe the bullshit when we know its bullshit because the sex is great. Anyhow that was then and this is now – and I’m still hot, horny and emotionally unfulfilled.
I awoke from under a six-foot three, two hundred and ten pounds full bodied stress reliever to the sounds of my cell phone insistent rings. I neglected to answer it after seeing it was my go to the club friend from last night. It was Saturday the last day of July and my three months migraine had dissipated. I smiled as I look down lying in the bed at this well tooled able-bodied specimen no doctor could have prescribed.
Taking me out of my momentary lapse of reality once again was the cell phone. I glanced at the wall clock in the kitchen and I realized then it was eleven thirty. You would think that I would turn the shit off after waking me up the first time. But no, I answered it in an attempt to get the “diva” off my back. It was said in certain circles that his royal highness suffered from allusions of grandeur. Divas are grand but his royal highness had already pass the age of training for diva school plus he’s rustic along the edges somewhat and not as avant garde and sultry as grand divas are however he is my dear Caribbean friend. Going out with the no car no driving his royal highness once a month was all I could muster in order to maintain my networking status. He would go in spells as it relates to going out as he’s very particular at where and with whom he associates but summer is his people mixing season as he gets to show off his Bally’s membership tight six packed muscled body. There was this house white party he wanted to go to later where as he puts it will be littered with eligible homeowners (ho’s). This is the class of men one should date or is relationship material according to chapter one, two and three in Dating 101 volume one of His Royal Highness recently in mind only released book.
I told him he should call me later as I was busy for most of the day. Visions of round two with my early morning trade had entered my mind as I listened to the useless chatter of my friend. As I returned to the room and saw him languishing ever so casually amidst the satin sheets still sleeping, I slipped in beside him and decided it was time that I truly gave him a special for being so good to me earlier. Dr. Nibble went to work all over his body with intervals of ever so tender bites all in the right places and before I reached below the waistline he was vertical like a drill sergeant moaning in pleasure with his eyes closed. I parted his legs and let Dr. Nibble spend some time down in the hairy forest and just below the balls and on the inside of his thighs with licks and tender bites. This drove him to pre-cum and I hadn’t even given him a blow job. Now that I had gotten his full attention and his senses were alive I told him to sit up in the bed as I straddled the full extent of that joy stick for a train ride around Georgia as I simultaneously guided his mouth to my nipples to take advantage of vigorously. I used my sphincter muscles to consistently squeeze on his shaft while I gyrated up and down on his dick. In a matter of five minutes we both couldn’t take it any longer and blew our loads together. I took his number and sent him packing.
Insufferable Sean, his royal highness was a master talent of the lens. Actually, to be politically correct he’s a photojournalist and writes and takes photos for a number of magazines. My boy just knows he has skills professionally but shady on the personal side. It was him calling again to pester me into making an appearance at this gathering of white. I agreed before he told me we would be crashing the party. I have a problem being in places where I’m not invited by the host so I protested. But then again, Sean reminded that in my business one should take every opportunity to network. He won that round and I relented in his favor to go. Apparently, two old friends, now residents of Atlanta via New York were invited and we were to meet up with them at a house in Stone Mountain. I questioned Sean about his friends but of course all he offered was that one was his former roommate and the other he did an article on for Black Enterprise.
For the next fourteen months July 31, 2004 would forever be etched in my love history as the day my heart fluttered and fell stone cold for Six Degrees.
After collecting Sean (his royal highness) from his pad off of Bouldercrest to venture on a tour of the east side which was foreign to both of us especially me. This would be my first time going to the Stone Mountain district and it seemed to take forever for us two blind mouse’s to get there. Sean’s cell rang and it was six degrees best friend calling to find out where we were and why hadn’t we arrived as yet. His royal highness assured him that we were on our way but temporarily lost so best friend guided us to the house. Six Degrees and his best friend were in a BMW SUV sitting in the driveway and with confirmation that it was us they took off and we followed them another hour in travel time. We arrived finally!
We parked and then it was time for Sean to give the introductions of his two friends. Six Degrees was tall, dark and good looking with a bald head. He was six feet and weight proportionate around one hundred and ninety pounds with a killer smile. He seemed quite shy at first and then we shook hands but it was a lingered hand shake which is good indication for me. Needless to say, six degrees was definitely on my hit list for the night. Six Degrees best friend name is Thomason. Thomason is a lighter hue complexion brother standing a tall six foot three, bald headed, groomed and dressed stylishly. I could tell by the conversation and the use of the English language that both of these brothers are educated professionals in their given fields.
This was my first time at a white party in Atlanta and the men present were all professionals give or take one or two eye candies that were obviously hanging on to older sugar daddies. It’s amazing how you can go places in Atlanta and always meet new people that you’ve never seen before. I did not know anyone at the party and never ran into any of them at any of the local boy bars that I frequented from time to time. Sean, Six Degrees and me hung out together for a spell while Thomason went about his business chatting up with some people that he knew. Sean realized eventually that some innocent flirting in conversation was going on between Six Degrees and me so he made himself evaporate in the crowd. We chatted about mutual interests and the dating scene. We were like the discovery channel – discovering important tidbits about each other but most importantly the questioned had to be answered on both of our part if we were dating anyone seriously presently. After we satisfied our initial hesitations, the conversation flowed quite easily and I was beginning to like this brother even more. For me it was more about qualities he possessed than anything else. He was shy and seemed passive. I really like my liaisons to be aggressive, assertive, confident and knowledgeable in all things pertinent to the development and continuation of things intimate. He didn’t fit that bill but he possessed a certain charm in an old school quiet way which was very appealing. I still had a lingering question on my mind and with my wild imagination I needed to satisfy my curiosity about Sean and him. They were roommates and we all know how most gay people become friends. The answer to this question would have to be put at bay for the time being. After awhile we both went our separate ways and for me I networked while Six Degrees socialized. My affection for him really surfaced when I realized his attention was drawn towards a certain executive director of a youth based non-profit organization. He was about five-ten, slim built with dreads and quite handsome as they both stood in front of the fireplace quite engaged in conversation. You could tell they were flirting. To be candid, I was jealous so I went wondering after witnessing that exchanged. I caught back up with the diva whom by the way was being locked down in some serious one on one with a cute guy from Memphis however he did not fit the diva “ho” criteria to be submitted in his book as a possible second opportunity date. The diva was gearing up to give him the brush off.
Getting back to reality, the white party was good. It had good food, lots of drinks and I met some really good people. According to Sean it was a great networking opportunity of which I passed the grade. Six Degrees finally caught up with me and wanted to know if I was enjoying the party. He noticed that I left the inside of the house after I saw him talking to the young chap. He made his first mistake --- that of recognition of my discord. I knew then he at least had some interest. You know I lied when I told him point blank it didn’t matter to me whom he talked too. The host, an accomplished lawyer, announced that the party may be over at the house but the celebrations would continue at Phase One on Memorial Drive. Six Degrees asked if we were going to the club but Sean who was standing on the side of me answered and said why not.
Sean and I took off our linen shirts before entering the club. He had on a crew neck white t-shirt while I wore a white wife beater to show off my tone physique. As we maneuvered our way in the “ho” infused club to the bar we caught up with Six Degrees and Thomason. Thomason seemed to right at home again chatting up the patrons while Six Degrees was engrossed in a conversation with a light skinned brother with a fat gene. This was fine with me because I was in my element now – the club. Over the years, I’ve gotten accustomed to the obligatory advances, glances and eye winks so commonly bestowed upon me. Sometimes I used it to my advantage, it all depended on the how horny I was and then again, sometimes I quaintly and unmistakably shrug off a suitor or two with a not so alluring look that says “thanks but no thanks”.
Being around a bunch of matured eligible men was captivating – their company certainly improved the conversation level a notch and their ability to engage your attention span intellectually also impressed me. Right about this time my drink was waning and my conversation was weakening with this shorter than me brother so I took the bull by the horn (dredged up my aggressiveness attitude) went over to Six Degrees and asked the guy with the fat gene to pardon my interruption and asked Six Degrees to dance. He excused himself from the conversation with fat gene and thanked me for rescuing him.
The dance was our friend, our movements were ours and with our eyes everything was said and not said. His occasional touch combined with the intensity of our stares and the thump of the music transcended me to another world – that state where I am at peace, contented and feel secured wrap in the aura of my dream man. He not only was a better than average dancer but a sexy hunk of flesh and being with him made me feel special. Besides the electricity transferring between us was causing my hairs on my arm to raise as well as other body parts. It seemed as if we danced for an eternity. I lost count of the songs and sounds --- wrapped up in “his” world. It was just him and I in the room and that was all that mattered.
I guessed his royal highness sensed the heat uprising on the floor and he came to relieve me of my state of mind. He cupped my chest from behind on the dance floor and started to grind on the back of me while Six Degrees paid attention to my frontal. I’ve never been sandwiched before but it felt good. It struck me then that actually his royal highness was a bit put off that I was monopolizing his friend Six Degrees. For me, it was an insatiable thirst to be wanted by “him”.
We stayed on the dance floor and flirted dangerously with each other in the dance until I could take it no more and opted to rest for a bit while Six Degrees retreated to the lavatory. On and off we flirted with each other as the evening progressed as we both engaged in conversations with club patrons. However, most of his time was being captivated by fat gene. I was talking with this good looking well built muscular brother who definitely caught my attention by the pool table. At one point he came dangerously close to me and I could feel his heart thumping while he asked me for my number and out of the blue Six Degrees came over and asked the gentleman what’s going on as he was speaking with “his” man. I was flabbergasted and quite turned on by his assertiveness and possessiveness. It was so sexy but I couldn’t resist the excuse me I’m sure I did not hear that statement right. Mr. Muscular apologized and turned away as Six Degrees said to me that I belonged to him, if only for tonight. I just smiled a very knowing smile.
A drag show commenced and we both drifted to the dance floor where the stage was located and without even realizing it our hands interlocked like teenage lovers possessing the need of touch to reaffirm our feelings. It felt good, he felt good and my mind began analyzing. Saturday had now passed by and whatever it was had begun and now it was early Sunday morn and I was still with him. It would soon end and up to this point we had not exchanged numbers nor did he asked. I have this rule I do not take numbers but I will give mine. It was two-thirty in the morning and well all decided to leave and as we were walking out together he asked for my digits. So I gave him my cell so that he could his number in my phone and then call his phone from my phone thus leaving no room for error.
His parting words were of the effect that he would call me later that day. It was Sunday still and I believed him and yet Six Degrees reminded me of all the times I heard that line and I wondered if he would be a “pilgrim” as defined by Webster.
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