Caught Up in Life
It's real early...too early for one to be up...but I am indeed-- sipping on a hot cup of strawberry passion....from the Passion Tea collection...with my mind racing...thinking of all the things I want to accomplish...today, tomorrow and the future...this moment is so surreal now for me...I'm here and yet I'm not...I feel lost
Yesterday, a really good friend and incidently my ex girlfriend surprised me....since moving to the ATL three years ago...we still kept in contact and even when I got back we do...by telephone...but alas...she kept a secret from me...I was sort of pissed but I respect her decision not to tell me...for sometimes I could be really harsh with her and it comes across as judgemental...so when I arrived at the house and saw a newborn...imagine my surprised...my first question was whose baby is it...knowing quite well from her contours it was hers...she told me to sit down and relax...and don't ask any questions...of course you know that's not me...a brotha has to know...especially since her firstborn is my secondborn...
It was shopping time for my son...the prom, graduation and the scholars ball for his school is quickly approaching...my sixteen year old son...has a mind of his own...a modern and fast pace mind...on his list is a Gucci suit and shoes...quite progressive I must add for someone who doesn't work...and really appreciates the value of money...my friends say "like father like son"... and why am I surprised... so off to Gucci we went but only to buy a pair of shoes...he had a choice...the graduation trip or the suit...the shoes plus a non-Gucci suit...he chose the latter...
Today...I offer you some reading from the unpublished novel...that I haven't worked on for a long minute...
The traffic became blurred as many memories of my childhood years flashed before me and I could vividly remember my first encounter. My initial encounter was when Carifta, a regional sports competition among the Caribbean countries of Caricom was held for the first time in Paradise. I went to the competition with Aunt Tenny, Uncle Newbie and some cousins. We were all excited to go and cheer on the home team. The Queen Elizabeth Sports Center as it was called then is our stadium and it was filled with so many people. I never saw anything so huge in person like this before with so many country flags and athletes. The nearest I came to something like this was watching the Olympics on television. We all got situated in our bleacher seats on the western side of the stadium near the concession stand and restrooms. Soon afterwards the competition began and Uncle Newbie brought us kids some eats and drinks. I had to use the restroom and Uncle Newbie told Aunt Tenny that I was a big boy and could go to the restroom by myself. I entered the crowded lavatory and had to wait for a urinal as all the stalls were full. As one became available I started to pee and soon I became acutely aware that I was being watched by a not so tall but stocky light skinned man with a huge phallus. He was looking around and stroking at the same time. I was transfixed and I guess the man took my astonishment to be that of acceptance as he held my hand and told me to follow him. With adrenaline coursing through my blood I was excited and afraid as my aunt and uncle would not be able to find me if they went looking for me. I did not know this man or what he was going to do. I was afraid and yet I did not run or try to get away. Across the street from the sports complex is a picketed monument in honor of Sir Harry Oates and just off center of it at the time was huge old tree with big roots protruding out the ground. It must have been in full bloom as it was dark and my eyes had to get accustomed to the darkness of the hidden area where I followed this man. It was here that he guided my head so that my mouth would encompass his phallus so that I could proceed in performing oral sex. I was pretty clumsy at the time and only the head of his penis could fit in my mouth. He tried to push it in deeper but my teeth would bite and he became upset. Finally we got into a rhythm where it was comfortable for him. The only words he spoke were when he ejaculated in my mouth grunting savagely urging me to take all of his good cum.
He left me there and I never saw him again. Needless to say I was in trouble big time with my aunt and uncle who went looking for me and could not find me until I appeared back at the bleachers. I was twelve years old.
QUOTE OF THE DAY
“Power consists in one's capacity to link his will with the purpose of others, to lead by reason and a gift of cooperation.” - Woodrow Wilson
Yesterday, a really good friend and incidently my ex girlfriend surprised me....since moving to the ATL three years ago...we still kept in contact and even when I got back we do...by telephone...but alas...she kept a secret from me...I was sort of pissed but I respect her decision not to tell me...for sometimes I could be really harsh with her and it comes across as judgemental...so when I arrived at the house and saw a newborn...imagine my surprised...my first question was whose baby is it...knowing quite well from her contours it was hers...she told me to sit down and relax...and don't ask any questions...of course you know that's not me...a brotha has to know...especially since her firstborn is my secondborn...
It was shopping time for my son...the prom, graduation and the scholars ball for his school is quickly approaching...my sixteen year old son...has a mind of his own...a modern and fast pace mind...on his list is a Gucci suit and shoes...quite progressive I must add for someone who doesn't work...and really appreciates the value of money...my friends say "like father like son"... and why am I surprised... so off to Gucci we went but only to buy a pair of shoes...he had a choice...the graduation trip or the suit...the shoes plus a non-Gucci suit...he chose the latter...
Today...I offer you some reading from the unpublished novel...that I haven't worked on for a long minute...
The traffic became blurred as many memories of my childhood years flashed before me and I could vividly remember my first encounter. My initial encounter was when Carifta, a regional sports competition among the Caribbean countries of Caricom was held for the first time in Paradise. I went to the competition with Aunt Tenny, Uncle Newbie and some cousins. We were all excited to go and cheer on the home team. The Queen Elizabeth Sports Center as it was called then is our stadium and it was filled with so many people. I never saw anything so huge in person like this before with so many country flags and athletes. The nearest I came to something like this was watching the Olympics on television. We all got situated in our bleacher seats on the western side of the stadium near the concession stand and restrooms. Soon afterwards the competition began and Uncle Newbie brought us kids some eats and drinks. I had to use the restroom and Uncle Newbie told Aunt Tenny that I was a big boy and could go to the restroom by myself. I entered the crowded lavatory and had to wait for a urinal as all the stalls were full. As one became available I started to pee and soon I became acutely aware that I was being watched by a not so tall but stocky light skinned man with a huge phallus. He was looking around and stroking at the same time. I was transfixed and I guess the man took my astonishment to be that of acceptance as he held my hand and told me to follow him. With adrenaline coursing through my blood I was excited and afraid as my aunt and uncle would not be able to find me if they went looking for me. I did not know this man or what he was going to do. I was afraid and yet I did not run or try to get away. Across the street from the sports complex is a picketed monument in honor of Sir Harry Oates and just off center of it at the time was huge old tree with big roots protruding out the ground. It must have been in full bloom as it was dark and my eyes had to get accustomed to the darkness of the hidden area where I followed this man. It was here that he guided my head so that my mouth would encompass his phallus so that I could proceed in performing oral sex. I was pretty clumsy at the time and only the head of his penis could fit in my mouth. He tried to push it in deeper but my teeth would bite and he became upset. Finally we got into a rhythm where it was comfortable for him. The only words he spoke were when he ejaculated in my mouth grunting savagely urging me to take all of his good cum.
He left me there and I never saw him again. Needless to say I was in trouble big time with my aunt and uncle who went looking for me and could not find me until I appeared back at the bleachers. I was twelve years old.
QUOTE OF THE DAY
“Power consists in one's capacity to link his will with the purpose of others, to lead by reason and a gift of cooperation.” - Woodrow Wilson
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