D'Kwon's Corner

I ask you? I could have my life just spiral down and collapse within just this short time. The deeper I searched for an answer the more questions surface. Am I questioning God with his infinite wisdom? Damn right!!! Michael thought to himself. He placed his head within in hands and pray to God that this nightmare would end. He begged and pleaded yet he knew his prayer was going higher than the bathroom floor. The cool white ceramic tile seemed to be the only thing hearing the distant chants from Michael’s mouth. Warm tears cascaded down his face like waterfalls, as the pain never subsided. Michael reached into this pocket, pulled out a folded piece of paper, and unwrinkled the paper. He glanced at the paper as the words burned into this soul. The words on the paper engraved them into the fiber of his being as he read over it once. He sobbed as he arrived at the end of the letter and knew that his life as he knew had changed not for the better. “Why God?!! Why did this h...

“Isn’t fun…how I get what I always wanted” A voice echoed as Michael slowly opened his eyes. His eyelids parted as his vision blurred. His head rang with loud echoes in the deep edges of his mind as he attempted to try to remember what happened. The scent of Burberry mingled with strong rum and gin filled his nose as he gradually vision. He rubbed as his eyes to find that he was in the bed and looked around the room. He raised his eyebrows, as he didn’t know where he was. He rubbed across the bed and felt the sheet across his body. He knew he was nude underneath and looked over to someone on the other side of him. He searched around him to find his clothes. He discovered this jeans and shoes were by the long wooden door and the rest of his clothes led up to the bed.  “How in the world I got here?” Michael questioned as he scratched to try to figure out how come to be where he is. “The last thing I remember was sitting at the bar” his head pound as he tried to remember any fur...

Tristan swung his car door open as he abruptly stopped his car in front of the house. He raced up to the front door, his blood boiled, and his body reached new height as every second past. Tears slowly begun to moisten his fierce eyes. There was nothing anyone could tell him to stop what we going to happen next. His right fist tightened as we reached to ring the door. Tristan rang the door, his muscle tensed up preparing for the first strike, and gradually the door open.  “Bitch you thought I won’t find out” He slammed Andre to the floor.  “What you…” Andre questioned but Tristan punched again in the jaw. “He was my fuckin’ boyfriend you asshole” Tristan sobbed as tears flowed from his eyes.  Tristan fell to the floor as his body was weak. Andre nursed his face and tears flowed down his face. Tristan sobbed harder as the image of Andre and Michael flowed through his mind like a busted dam. Tristan got off the floor and kicked Andre in his ribs.  ...

Tristan reddened as Greg display photos of Michael and Andre together. Tristan attempted to contain his rage as he balled his fist with tears forming in his eyes. Greg smirked. Greg flashed every photo in Tristan's face. "Enough! I can't take any more of this shit" Tristan stormed up. Greg reclined on the couch as Tristan paced. Tristan raced across his living room floor and hold his hand over his mouth. His hands trembled. Tristan felt his heart cracking piece by piece as he thought. Greg smirked as he watched Tristan go through agony. Tristan fidgeted his hands, tried to coax himself, and failed as the pain built up. He walked toward to his cigar and grabbed his pack with his trembling hands. "Don't he fucking know I love him…" He panted as he lit his blunt. Tristan sucked in his blunts, exhaled a cloud of kush, and his body stopped shaking. Greg sat up on the couch and smiled. "Are you ok nigga?" Greg questioned. "I am good, this just s...

The silky sheets wrapped around Andre as the room burned of a fragrance of sex & sweat. Andre felt the cool sweat dripping down his body as Michael told him to arched his back some more. Michael slammed Andre's walls in as Andre moaned. Andre tightened his grip on the bed. "Take this shit nigga" Michael commanded. "Hell yea I like that" Andre mumbled out of Michael banged his brains. "You love Daddy dick" Michael wrapped his hands around Andre's neck. "Aww…shit! Hell yea I love this dick baby" Andre screamed out as he felt Michael's hands coiled around his neck. Andre's eyes rolled in the back of his head as Michael hit his spot and Michael kiss his soft lips. Michael took his hands off Andre's neck and placed them on Andre's hips. He pushed deeper into Andre make to sure now to stop until he knew Andre would lose control. "Oh shit! Ahhhh!" Andre screamed as he nutted on his sheets. "Hell yea baby...

Crisp spring breeze blew across the grassy park as Michael and Andre lounged on their blanket  on top of the hill and stared at the clouds passing by. Michael held Andre tightly and caressed his face. "Hey look at that one. It looks like a giraffe" Andre smiled. "No, It looks like a tree to me" Michael smiled back. "You would think that huh?" Andre kissed Michael. "Yea boo I would." Michael smiled back. "You know if anyone told me that 2 weeks ago I would have met a guy like you. I wouldn't believe them" Andre rubbed Michael. "You seem like a fantasy come true" Andre gently touched Michael's sensitive nipples. Michael felt raise on the southern border and begun to lick his lip. Andre stared into his eyes and continue to circle his nipple. Andre gently pinched Michael’s nipple and glanced into Andre as he bite his bottom lip. "Watch that before you start something you can't finish" Michael flirted. "O...

The sweet, savory taste of Andre's kiss intoxicated Michael's growing desire as they proceed to the bedroom through the narrow hallway. Every kiss was brief and sensual embrace of rapid passion as they wrestled to take their clothes off. Michael torn what little clothing Andre had on as he glided his hands across Andre's smooth skin. Michael broke from their embrace of the lips and their wars of the mouths to start sucking on Andre's chocolate neck. He slowly bite on his neck and sucked hard. “Naw you can't be doing that” Andre moaned as Michael bite his bottom lip. “Really? What should I do then?” Michael smiled. “Let me show you...” Andre pointed to his bedroom Michael lifted Andre off the ground into his strong caramel arms and entered the bedroom. He slammed Andre on the bed and released Andre's from his skinnies. He exposed Andre's black American Eagle brief and he reached to take them off. “Naw...you got to take them off with your teeth.” Andre placed...

Andre walked in the entrance of Club Flava, security scanned him in the doorway, and he paid the admission. He entered the club and his face was struck by the thick wall of sound and body heat. He shook his head as he strolled to the bar and took a seat at the counter.  'What can I get you?" The bartender asked while polishing a glass.  "He will have a Apple martini" Greg walked up to the counter and paid for the drink.  "Apple martini it is" Andre stared at Greg.  "What you doing buddy?" Andre smiled.  "I  just came here for some atmosphere" Greg smirked.  "I suppose lil boy" Andre giggled.  "So who you trying to take home tonight" Andre raised his eyebrow as he receive his drink from the bartender.  "Oh I don't know. Maybe you?" Greg laughed as he shook his head.  "That's a laugh but no…you are too damn controlling for me" Andre sipped on his drink.  ...

Chapter II  Tristan watched as his phone lite up against his face, he rolled over in his King size bed, and place his cell on the black nightstand. The phone announced “You have an incoming call from...” when he hit the ignore button his screen. He scratched his curly hair as he rose from his bed and walked out of his bedroom toward the kitchen. A pile of letters rested on top of the dining table as he walked passed to the coffee maker.  He filled the coffee maker with coffee and water and put a bagel into the toaster.  His phone yelled “You have an incoming call from Michael Smith” as Tristan rolled his eyes.  “What the fuck does he want?” He asked while pouring a cup of his fresh hot coffee brew.  There was a knock on the door, Tristan looked over to the stove to check the time, and walked to the door.  “Who is it?” He questioned.  “It’s me Greg. Let me in” Greg said as he stood outside at the door.  Tristan opened the ...

Sun rays touched down to bake Michael's brown skin a nice caramel brown as he got out of his car and walked up to the stairwell. The smell of the hot asphalt mingled with a sweet taste of hickory barbecue within his nose.  He looked back to lock his car and saw neighborhood kids playing with their water guns. He smiled at them because he knew that was the simple days and began up the stairs. He made his work up to Apt. 14C when he got to the door he raised his hand. He checked to see if his breath was bad and popped up in a stick of Winterfresh.  He knocked on the door, his heart raced as he awaited the door to open, and he felt the hairs on his neck rise as the door slowly. Sweat trickled down on his face as the moment the door inched open. A smile crept on his face as his heart stopped. His eyes adhered to a pair of smoky green eyes staring back at him.  "So are you going to come in and just stand there looking stupid Mikey" Michael was questioned.  ...

The icy winds of Houston struck Bryant's face as he walked through the snow from the bus stop. He hugged his coats tightly as the wind blew harder and passing the street curb. He looked over to see couples all huddled up together walking past. He exhaled deeply as his eyes watered while continue to walk home with his head down. "Chris, why can't we make this work?"    "Why did we get into that fight can we go back to the start?" he questioned to himself? Suddenly, he felt a warm touch on his body and rose his head.  "Baby you shouldn't be walking in this weather" Chris smiled.  Bryant stared into his eyes and his heart raced. Slowly, he smiled as Chris looked into his eyes. Chris's smile shrunk as he glanced into Bryant and sighed.  "Bay I'm sorry for everything you would ever hurt me like that" he stroked Bryant's cheek. Bryant moved closer as Chris's warm touch warmed his face when Chris...