I Have A Question - I Need An Answer

I feel the need to first apologize. I had no idea this blog would get as popular as it has so soon. With all the things that have been going on in my life, I've kind of neglected you guys. That won't happen again...starting with now.

I have a question - and I need an answer. The question is this...would you tell?

Backstory:

We all know that my name is Darren Logan. Yes, I'm DL. While that constitutes that I typically uphold the highest levels of masculinity, let's just say that at times, I have an innate feeling to be a bitch. At times, I love being dominated and being fucked...deep and hard. As that is the case, I only allow the most skilled and educated in that area to take pride in tapping this ass. For the sake of this conversation we'll call him "The Professor."

The Professor is every man's man. He beats me out. Standing at 6'8", 245 pounds, six pack, caramel skin, grey eyes, Caesar cut, always dressed in the latest fashions, and always smelling good - he's one hell of a man. He was blessed too. He was a perfect 9 inches - cut - about 6 inches round. I guess he had the mind frame that just owning a tool box wasn't good enough because he surely mastered the art of screwing. I call him The Professor because he's a ex football player and he's older than I am. He turns 52 this year - but if you look at him, he doesn't look a day over 40. He's taught me some things...quite a few things. He's made me squirm in ways I never knew was imaginable. He's used fruit, creams, lotions, and a plethora of toys to maximize our sexual experiences. Yes, The Professor is certainly skilled at what it is he does. He does a fantastic job at keeping his body in tact - working out three to four times a week, consistently.

Like me, The Professor is also DL. There's not much more that we have than a solid friendship. It's one that always keeps us coming back for more. That's the way friends should be, right?

Let's talk about Xavier.

That's my dip-off. Xavier is on fire too. He's about 6'2 and slim, about 175. He stays in shape as well. He's more of an intellectual though. He's the kind that suits it up everyday and reads the Huffington Post on his Amazon Kindle. It's what you would expect from the owner of a multi-million dollar consulting firm. Xavier is openly gay, but you'd never guess it. And he's a strict bottom. I love it. He's blessed with about 10 inches of thick dick, but prefers to lift his legs higher than the Golden Gate Bridge. Doesn't matter to me because I love bringing my ship into dock.

I let The Professor do me and I do Xavier. They know nothing about each other. So, I thought.

If you don't know, I workout as well. I do what I can to stay in shape. One evening after a long day at the office I was ready to blow off steam by lifting a few weights. I'm in the gym and doing what I do best. I love going after work because I'm an attention whore. I look damn good and I know it. The ladies (and a few of the fellas) don't mind letting me know that I'm a good sight. I go to one of those fancy gyms - the kind with the basketball court, sauna, pool, steam room, spa, and one of those rock climbing walls. It's got tons of bells and whistles.

As I'm on my last set of lifting, I needed a bit of water. I head over to the water fountain and who do I lock eyes with? The Professor. He's there. I can see why he doesn't look like he's over 40 - he makes sure he works out. We do the man-shake with a slight hug and make small talk. We hadn't seen each other in a while so it was good to catch up. We talked about work, the family, and how good each other looked. I think we were about 5 minutes into the conversation. It must have been going good because he stopped in the middle of my sentence and told me there was someone I just had to meet. I took me by the arm and led me over to the basketball court. I never saw who he signaled so I just turned back around and finished our conversation.

We continued to talk and his friend came out and stood behind me. I turned around to greet him and the professor said to me, "Darren, this is my son Xavier - I want you to meet him."

It was a very awkward moment and I haven't confronted The Professor or Xavier at this point.

What should I do?

Things Never Start Out The Way They Seem (cont.)

I mouthed in silence "Who's Richard?"

His reply, also in the same tone, "My boyfriend."

We both looked at each other and it made sense - things never start out the way they seem...

Kevin decided that it was okay to turn off the cell phone and continue. Had my maturity level been 5 years younger, I would have joined him. However, there was something about this that smelled trouble. Needless to say I was done. For a brief moment Kevin approached me and almost demanded that we continue. I urged him not to let my demeanor fool him. I was not as tall or as big as Kevin, but I held my own. I am 6'0 tall and weigh 195 pound - it's all muscle. I'm in the gym 4-5 times per week and with a 50-in chest and 34 in waist, it shows. I matched Kevin in the dick department, so I didn't want him to think that he had any upper hands - there were none. Again, I was done with this scenario. I looked at Kevin and strongly advised that he leave. Besides, I had cleaning to finish.

Kevin looked at me and pleaded his case. He told me that his meeting didn't start until later and that his executives didn't book him a hotel room. I told him that with the amount of money he made, he could simply book his own hotel room and expense it later. Although far removed from the corporate game, I'm familiar. And that my friends is where it all started. Remember the title of this post, things never start out the way they seem? Well, they sure in the hell don't.

Let me set this up the right way.

Kevin is a man's man. Meaty and thick. Naturally, he's a provider. He's the kind that will remain cool and hold you tight when things seem crazy. He's extremely masculine and typically does "masculine" things - whatever that could possibly be. He shows up immaculately dressed. Surely he's on his way to a board meeting of some sort - why else would he look so sharp. He walks in and his cologne even smells like confidence. Truly, you'd think he was someone worth getting into (pun intended).

Kevin looks at me and could barely speak. One tear falls and the rest come down like clockwork. Here's a half dressed man on my sofa flat out crying. In between the sobs I was able to ascertain that his whorish ways caught up with him back in his hometown. His loyal boyfriend received a package in the FedEx of a picture of Kevin butt ass naked wearing a necktie and with cum on his stomach - apparently he was all laid out after some romp in the bed with some evil sissy. The note attached advised Richard to get an HIV test because the sissy who sent it was positive. Kevin & Richard both got tested immediately, both tests came back negative. Kevin's boyfriend had enough and told him that was it. He had to go. Kevin was laid off from his job 8 months ago and couldn't find another gig in his local town. So his boyfriend, Richard, had been supporting Kevin for 8 months. With Kevin going out and putting it down somewhere else, and not in his own relationship, Richard had enough and told him he had to go. Kevin had nowhere to go. Hence, my telephone call. He shows up to my place on his way to his "meeting" and well, the rest is history (or at least on the last post).

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. How could I have been so stupid?

Still not believing the full story, I asked Kevin, "If you're really out on the street with nowhere to go then where's your suitcase and clothes?"

He says, "Hold up and I'll show you."

He runs to the hallway, opens the front door, and pulls in two huge suitcases which are obviously the result of his breakup.

I fell down on the sofa. He asked if he could stay because he had nowhere to go. I couldn't just put the man out in the street so I pointed to the guest bedroom. He thanked me by saying "thank you" a bunch of times. Still in some sort of haze, I couldn't believe what I was really doing.

I sat back and thought one thing, "things never start out the way they seem."

Things Never Start Out The Way They Seem

It took me a while to get to this point. I'm not one to kiss and tell. I never have been. That's just not my style. I'm much more reserved. The guy you see on the wall, holding the drink - that's typically me. I get in where I fit it and if I don't fit, then well, I tend to find other avenues to leave my mark. You see, leaving my mark is what I do best. Don't worry...it's nothing major and abrupt. It's typically pretty painless, however, it evokes emotion, pleasure, and more than likely a smile. Not just any smile either. You know how you can be doing something physically consuming like folding laundry, or sweeping the floor, or maybe even shoveling snow and then you stop and I run across your mind and you smile in reverence of the memory? You know how that feels? That's the mark right there. Things never start out the way they seem though.

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I was getting my place in order. I'm new to the area and I hear that living on the front of the Hudson River was the place to move in the NYC metro area...so I did it. It's important to grab a hold to my roots of cleanliness so that's what I was doing. The day before Kevin called me and told me he was going to stop by in the morning for a hug. I didn't believe him. If you knew Kevin you'd not believe him either. Kevin was an ideal husband type. Relatively masculine, a nice meaty man, and knew how to bring home the bacon. From what I hear, he could also cook it too. Tons of people liked Kevin, but he's been in a relationship for so long that we all knew he was unavailable. Word on the subway was that he and his long-time beau were having relationship issues and it was over, but neither one of them could be the first to say good bye. Well, it didn't matter much to me - I'd just have to be the one to say hello.

Kevin and I had long talks on the telephone at night. We'd talk about everything from politics to business from vacations to magazine stories. We genuinely had something there worth examining. I just didn't because other people's men weren't my thing. Kevin kept calling and approaching me, so I'd just keep entertaining the idea. When he said he was in town and was on business for just a bit and that he'd be stopping by, I didn't think much of it. That is until he texted me and said he was on the way. As if I weren't expecting him I continued to clean my apartment from top to bottom in preparation for my event later that evening. I made sure though that I smelled like I'd just taken a shower and I was clean in all the right places...just in case - remember, things never start out the way they seem.

Kevin texted and said he was catching a taxi from the Journal Square PATH and would be at my place in a matter of minutes. I reminded myself to go with the flow. When he arrived he looked better than I could have ever imagined. He was immaculately dressed in a grey pin striped suit, it was single breasted, he wore a lilac colored dress shirt, the perfect dark grey shoes, Argyle socks that matched his shirt, and the smell of Jean Paul Gaultier was among him. His hair was trimmed into a low Caesar and I could tell he'd been in the gym. At 6'2" he looked to weigh in about 210 solid pounds, and with his chocolate skin - I knew this was someone who did more melting in mouths than in hands. We embraced and it was probably longer than it should have been.

We made small talk while I offered him a drink. There was really no need to catch up with chatting because our conversation was all too familiar. He looked in my eyes with such sincerity. We didn't speak. We were conversing. I asked him why the silence and he said he'd often wondered what I looked like the times we'd have our late night conversations - he mentioned he now knew. As we sat facing each other on the sofa he leaned in for a kiss. Remembering he wasn't completely mine, I reluctantly gave in...at first. I tasted the champagne and mint on his tongue, mixed with the smell of Jean Paul Gaultier, and I went in further and further. He had me with just a kiss. I wanted to stop, but I couldn't. As he pulled me closer his hands explored. I welcomed it and returned the favor. With full out panting I was escaping with someone else's lover. Our kisses were passionate. His tongue found its way on my neck, right under my jaw. I gasped in pleasure - the was the fuel he needed because he went in even more passionate than before. I moaned and moaned and he matched in excitement. His finger found my left nipple and as he flinched it he felt me grab onto him tighter. He new he had me. He moistened his fingers and flinched my nipple again and just as before I responded as he liked. He had me in a complete trans and I loved it. His tongue eventually found its way to my nipple and that was it. I squirmed and moved in ways I didn't know. I noticed that his cell phone had fallen out along with his keys, Altoids, and a few other things he had in his pocket. That's how wild we had gotten. He held onto me and made sure he made his mark.

As I held onto him I could feel his bicep. A strong sense of security for me, it felt good. I was able to maneuver myself in such a way that while I was rubbing on him I was able to reach for his dick. I was able to undo the zipper with one hand and I felt his hard throbbing manhood. His 9 inches was nice in my hand and the girth was appreciated. In motion while he was still licking my nipples I was able to maneuver in such a way so I could engulf is dick and enjoy the taste of his precum. Just as our history had determined, I started slow at first and got more and more passionate. He enjoyed every bit of it. He was extremely verbal and that pushed me on taking every one of those nine inches in my mouth and "making it wet" as he so desired. We both heard the buzzing but we kept going. I heard him ask me, "Do you like what you're tasting." And I moaned to let him know I did. Somehow we heard a voice scream "Keeeeevin!!!" Both of us stopped and looked at his phone that had fallen on the floor and realized that the earlier buzzing was a call coming through, we must have accidentally picked the call up and put it on speaker because when we looked at it the name read "Richard" and the timer was well past the 8-minute mark.

I mouthed in silence "Who's Richard?"

His reply, also in the same tone, "My boyfriend."

We both looked at each other and it made sense - things never start out the way they seem...