Erotica

Erotica
By Khari D. Hawke



Dripping wet with moisture, from the touch of my tongue.
The touch of my body you can hardly bare,
I barely reach the surface of your insides, with the warm sensation of my d***k
Your body is so sensitive, I made you cum really quick
But wait you're not done, your body and mind want more,
More pleasure, more fun, more of this orgasmic high

I'm filling your body and mind with the passion of love,
I begin whispering in your ear, the warm sensation of my breathe, and the softness of my lips
Send a quiver down your spine, as you begin to mutter:
This is amazing, I love you so much...

As I dig deeper, bringing you closer to your climactic high,
You pierce my skin with your nails, leaving a small mark on the small of my back
We continue making love passionately, hours seem like seconds, seconds like flashes
I continue to thrust, making you moan and cry

As I look up at you, I see the tears in your eyes, they're not tears of sadness, pain or grief
Tears of joy and happiness, praising God he allowed us to meet.
The tender and moist touch of my lips sliding up and down your spine
Giving you an outer body experience, that leaves you feeling numb

I position myself on top of you, thrusting in a slow but steady way,
Making sure to hit that G spot in every single way,
You wrap your legs around me tight, you're strapped in ready to go all night
Going all night, until the break of day, we've been making love for hours, it's time for work
But wait, I'll stay, as we finish our business in the bed, and you lay back to rest your head,

I cover you up with the sheets, and kiss you from your forehead to your cheek.
The look in your eyes, from hours of passionate sex, looks as if you're tired
I think you need a rest, as you lie there sleeping I hold you in my arms,
Watching the way you breath, counting the beats of your heart on me,
I sit there and think to myself, how lucky I must be

I get out of the bed, but wrap you up tight, I go to the kitchen,
Looking in the refrigerator, I see there's nothing to eat.
I throw on some clothes, and head to the store, I leave you there to your sleep
I come back with food, and prepare a meal, that's fit for royalty
The aroma of the food, hits the tip of your nose, you open your eyes to see
It's me in bed, with a tray in hand, ready to feed you,

You sit up ready to eat, as I serve each bite to you,
You taste the sweetness and the love it took,
To make such a meal really took, time and effort these things I don't mind
For you are my one and only, lover, partner, friend, and hope
I never want you to cry or want for anything
That's why I bring you flowers, I bring you sweets, it's not to keep you here
It's because of the way you make my heart beat.

The love we share, the beating of our hearts, can be heard beating in unison even when we're miles apart.
I breath for you, and you alone, my heart, existence and love, are yours to control
As you finish with the meal, I pull back the sheets, Pick you up and carry you
Where you meet, the hot steamy water, where your bubble bath awaits,
I bathe you and please you,
I do this because I'm your man.

You relax and unwind and you sit back and see the tub is laced with petals
Petals of roses,colors all kind, pink ones red ones blue ones, they all smell divine
You lean over and kiss me, and say baby what's up?
I say baby today is the last day, that you'll ever have to want

Want a man who loves you, a man who's truly sweet,
I am the man for you, the one who swept you off your feet
I come to you with a promise. a promise of endless love
Be mine forever, I love you, marry me
You smile, and hug me, getting my clothes soak and wet

We shed tears and laughter for all the pain we ever felt has disappeared.
As you walk down to the alter, there's a smile on my face
At that very moment God said to me,
My son I have brought you to the right place.
Your love will be endless treat you lover real good
I will shower you with blessings as any man should

I love you from my head to the depths of my soul
I love you and need you, forever and together we will grow old.

I fell in love with D***k

I fell in love with D***k By Khari D. Hawke I fell in love with D***k First night and after only one lick See it was long, thick, and choco-late And it had this way of Obsessing me Like a kid Unwrapping gifts at Christmas Time Complete surprise Before my eyes When I pulled it out of those boxers I had found my destiny And I already knew When size 13 was his shoe Balls all big too and he was tall hands all big and strong In fact, I would have been pissed If it wasn't All Thick and long See I fell in love with d***k And I'm not talkin' 'bout No puppy love No romantic cards and flower s**t I'm talkin' about Lettin' him drive my car All over town Love Then comin' home And I'm massagin' him down love Washin' his clothes then Givin' him head love Cleaning that nasty ass apartment While he lay in bed love Workin' and payin' his bills love Buyin' his clothes Cookin' his meals love Fightin' his ex's Ready to kill Love I'm talkin Mary J. Blige Done found a "Real Love" I'm down for whatever anywhere, any time Love I'm talkin' Monica & Brandy "The boy is mine" Love See I fell in love with d***k And its not all its cracked up to be My friends say I'm out of my mind "A good man is easy to find" But a big d***k, that's a luxury They can't relate to this dilemma of mine When I fell in love "once upon a time" See I fell in love with d***k But not the man behind it He used 13 inches to get me whipped And once in love i was blinded When he was f***kin me It was so easy to forget But when we were done I was so easily reminded He had no ambition No drive We had nothing in common He used his d***k to survive Used it to woo me And fool me Just to stay alive Dependin' on me And I'm bending on knees And over backwards Just to please...Him All my time and money Just to satisfy d***k Bills got me questioning Is it even worth it? But it is mad, Long, thick, and choco-late It takes me some hours To get up off of it But how do I justify the cost of it? Me felling down and ill All my efforts For a temporary thrill! But on the other hand I've had the other type To love me and spoil me and do everything right Dinner, flowers, and cards Every other night See he's the educated type Considerate Respectful and always was polite No arguing Couldn't even dream of a fight Takin' me on trips and pushin' whips That I only dream about But when we hit the bed And it was time to whip it out It was like he was joking 'cause at his d***k I was laughin' When I was supposed To be chockin' So I can't tell which is worse They share the ambivalence Of blessed and cursed The solution is to combine the two And I'm not talkin' no little d***k with a 13 inch shoe I'm talkin' Mad Swagg and official and equipment is too But until I find that one I'm back to the problem at hand And if you've never been in love with D***k Then You wouldn't understand See falling in Love with d***k Can really be Potential-ly Dangerous See no one considers the consequences And what happens after Being in love with d***k Remember how I mentioned It was all long, choco-late, and thick? Well after love, With a regular nigga You might be all heartbroken and scorned But, after being in love with d***k F***k a broken heart What you gonna do Your walls are all gone So what can you do, With an ass That's used, abused, and worn? So I fell in love wit D***k Time and Time again and my problems went through the sky So I promised from now on I'd take my time To get to know The next guy But when those inches start growing I'm not even Gonna lie My body gets this temptation It's too hard To pass it by But I try-- I try to focus And fill my mind with doubt 'Cause I know Falling in love with D***k, Even if its legit, Thick, long, and choco-late, Just Never Seems To work out! And the cycle continues And there's no telling when it will end 'cause just the imprint in those boxers And I'm in love With D**K again!

Said Without Saying...A Letter To My ___er

Said Without Saying...A Letter To My ___er

by Khari D. Hawke

I___you
I can't believe I'm saying this to you so soon
But I can't help the ___ I have for you
You light up my day, my life with your smile ,laughter and eyes...
I___your eyes baby, I really do...damn they're beautiful
But how? How can I ___ a man? ____ you?
An unexpected turn for the best, you brought the best in me....an eternal test for me, you can have the rest of me, the ultimate recipe, we can be
I___you in so many ways baby...and hope that my ___ makes you feel as I do, as I am , as I'm becoming...This___is real baby ...trust in me... I'm not like "them"..how could I ever be? Why didn't they ever see......the____? The beauty? You?
I___myself, but ___ing you makes its all worth while..(smile)
Just know if we were to end at this very moment, second, hour, day.....
I____you still, and will___you always......


Sincerely your "ONE TRUE____"

Khari Davincii Hawke

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Thinkin Bout My Baby

Thinking Bout My Baby

By Khari D. Hawke

*puff* 
Blink 
Today is so special just because you're here with me 
Thinking of all the thoughts I had of this opportunity 
We've planned this for so long and it's finally here 
I done got my hair all cut and showered 
Put on my smell goods 
Now itching to have you near 
left my dreads hangin so you could have somthin to play in 
hope your body ready for a nigga who been sipping straight gin 
I sit down to roll a ole nice one 
While watching you flip through the stations 
could've got some movies from my dawg if I wasn't so damn impatient 
*puff* 
Po pimpin but I'm making it 
I love for you to watch me smoke even tho you don't really like that s***t 
Makes me feel sexier than a b***h 
I rub your feet while we enjoy each others company 
Placing them on my lap showing you what you've done to me 
Right before I eat and dig you out 
Make it my business to remove all fear and any doubt 
*puff* 
Finally filling your cavity, massaging your guts, 
It was surely worth the wait 
Shortly after spilling within I'm sleeping hard as f***k snoring when I don't usually 
Realizing I attack you like a great white tackles his bait 
only to awake to your voice in the shower singing 
I love to hear you 
Blushing to myself knowing it was good to you 
*puff* 
I sneak in and sit down on the toilet seat 
That I know only you sat down 
And have you privately serenade me 
.....my baby, how I love thee 
Tweet! 
Blink- 
What da' f***k dawg you gone pass da blunt or what nigga 
While you sitting there cheesing like dat s***t better then p***y 
*puff* 
What the f***k 
Nigga f***k you 
I wifed this hoe 
Because it aint nuffin like being on Mary Jane 
Thinking bout my baby

I By Khari D. Hawke I refuse to surrender to the hissing catcalls of conformity,  A despair of epic infinity.  An existence of lonely promiscuity embattled within a war between incomprehensible discrepancy.  Discretion is a no-go as I will never give into this solo affliction so low that it slumbers beneath this hell we know as earth.  Testimonials painted ruby red sorrow and regret,  A bitterness so sweet with jaw tingling screams of should've could've would've's,  It could raise the dead.  My heart could never survive the insurgence of sorrow,  An onslaught of imposters who seek me as their prize.  A victory only won through bloodshed tears and an ignorance of fear.  A cut so deep that it sears through my past present and questionable tomorrow......  I don't want to be like you.

Introduction To Beauty

INTRODUCTION TO BEAUTY

By Khari D. Hawke

Skin the color of pure gold  the first thing he greets me with  an introduction he isn't even aware of  I'm lost  That jet black hair hugging his head  framing his eyes  highlighting his lips  aging his chin  My age?  Focus  Where am I heading?  Those tea-colored eyes dart toward me  ...  and back to his laptop  Damn,Where did I just come from?  I should move as to not seem so awestruck  I order a frozen coffee drink  "Ok, just stare at the counter", but  "Thank you God for your goodness, for giving me another day of life, and for...his smile."  His smile  The reason for my impromptu prayer  His smile  easy  weakening  pure  I admire his smile as he studies his laptop  Who is making my stranger smile?  Jealousy  "Your coffee sir?"  How long was this guy watching my admiration?  Embarrassment  ...  So?!  Sit or leave?  Plan or run?  Tea-colored eyes again...darting  Maybe  I'll take a seat

WOW

WOW

By Khari D. Hawke

My reaction.... 

Wow 
Getting my thoughts together in these past couple of days 
Has most definitely been the hardest thing to do 
I went from talking s***t, to paying attention, 
To giving too much attention, to I love you 
Wow 
I question now with the feelings inside myself 
The knot in my chest 
The warm saliva in my mouth 
I question if it was far too much too soon 
I've expected way much more then what's willing to be chewed 
Which leaves me with a cold plate 
Making it easy for the words to roll off my lips 
"P***y nigga do you" 
Knowing that's not what I want when I wept for you 
Climbing over my own self made walls with heavy weights of insecurities 
Just to give myself to you 
Feeling like the fool now asking myself what did you do 
After over a year of side lines, I'm thinking 
Now it'll be just a shame to walk away and say this is the best thing to do 
wow 
S***t, if I pointed out your words I'm clear on how you feel bout me and things 
I'd think we were already through 
And being that you meant what you said, makes it more vivid then the sky being blue 
What f***ks me up is that I've already confessed my heart to you 
Wow 
I decided not to move even if it means denying my heart of its just due 
f***k, if my eyes were free from water then I could see what the f***k I'm typing but I'm like f***k that too 
We were so much more happier when I aint claim you 
But now I cant just treat you like some ole regular snack piece because I love you 
So when you say I've become mushy and emotional 
I'd rather you call it what you must see it as 
Soft 
I mean I'm no longer da dude putting you off 
Sadden that puttin you on top 
means I'm da maybe maybe not 
now im riding you hard and you're suppose to be the fan of cock 
while losing your attention, growing tension 
I see my demeanor of change in my every day life 
I can't say s***t because I agree and believe it to be true 
I let you get under my skin 
bleeding my heart to become your tool 
you would think by acknowledging this shyt I wouldn't be da fool.... 
but I'll just sit back and see what time do 
I know I'll never stop loving you strong and true 
No matter what happens I still wish the best for you 
Wow

I Wish...

I Wish...

by Khari D. Hawke

MY HEART SWIMS TOWARD YOU...TOWARD WORDS GATHERED BY THE WIND...MY VOICE SPRINTS...TO A TOMORROW CARRIED BY CLOUDS...MY HEART TREMBLES...IN A MIRROR WHERE THE MOON SWAYS...MY SOFT TEARS FALL...WOULDN'T IT BE WONDERFUL...IF WE COULD WALK TOGETHER HAND IN HAND?...HOW I WISH I COULD GO...TO YOUR TOWN, TO YOUR HOME, IN YOUR ARMS...SAFE AGAINST YOUR CHEST, LOST IN THE EARLY NIGHT...I DREAM...THE WIND STOPS...AND YOUR WORDS ARE A KIND ILLUSION...CLOUDS PART...AND TOMORROW IS A DISTANT VOICE...MY HEART FLOWS IN A MIRROR WHERE THE MOON SPREADS...TEARS I CANT CONCEAL FALL...WHILE THE STARS TREMBLE...WOULDN'T IT BE WONDERFUL...IF WE COULD WALK TOGETHER HAND IN HAND?...HOW I WISH I COULD GO...TO YOUR TOWN, TO YOUR HOME, IN YOUR ARMS...SOFTLY TOUCHING YOUR FACE. 

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Baroque Lamentations

Baroque Lamentations  by Khari D, Hawke There was something old world about his politics,  About his tea for lunch and his  Pronunciation of Edinburgh.  When he told me that the only revolution worth remembering  Was French,  That the only musicians worth knowing  Were German,  That the only bay worth seeing  Was the Bay of Biscay,  There was obviously some bias going on.  The only thing he had right was that  Tintoretto was truly a genius,  That reds and yellows blended in that way  Was as close as we could ever get to actual glory.  [Until Basquiat came along, anyway.]  For him, language was a monolith,  a gargantuan statue to add to another French museum,  to fall from the lips of men with eight more last names than they needed,  with tenuous claims to forgotten nobles and estates.  Women were to be neither seen or heard,  To be imagined only, as a Penelope or a Madonna,  Essentially, to weave or to give birth immaculately,  But never again to play a Joan of Arc. And so  It did not matter whether they spoke Spanish with a lisp  Like the true heirs of Aragon  Or whether they spoke it like those Dominicans.  It was in his perceptions of bastardization  That he found his rage.  That the idea of the white man’s burden,  The providence of European philanthropy to the  Uneducated curs of the Americas and Africa,  The giving of universal language to those with too many--  That this pure idea of compassion could come to be labeled imperialist,  Could become the ire of Europe in years to come, was  maddening.  And it was solely through men like Pericles  Who fought for the rights of the majority  That his culture was now muddied:  Spanish for the Latinos, Portuguese for the Brazilians,  French for the Africans, English for everyone.  German was his last major stronghold.  And whether it be partially out of pity,  Or partially out of brown sympathy,  I have decided to allow him to cling to memories of a life  He has never lived,  To walk through the great halls of Versailles all the while not reminding him  Of the Bubonic Plague, of the Dark Ages.  Essentially:  To live without knowing the beauty  Of the world in true color.  ---

Me and my Barber (Part 10)

Me and my Barber (Part 10) 

by Khari D. Hawke

“Are you gon’ get that or do you want me to get it” Carlos said while still laying on top of me. 

“Nah I’ll get it…I just need to get my robe.” I whispered back to him as he got up. 

“Good cuz I gotta piss like a race horse.” He states as he walked into my bed room with me to use my bathroom. 

Who ever the hell this was at the door was very persistent because they kept knocking and wouldn't just go away. As I approach the door, I look through the peep hole and it’s my nigga Terrell standing there lookin all pitiful and shit. I didn’t know what to do so I left him standing there and ran back to the bathroom and told Carlos that it was Terrell. 

“What the fuck does that nigga want? Tell his ass to go away man.” Carlos said with an attitude. 

“You just stay yo ass back here and don’t make a sound! Imma tell him that yo ass is gon’” I replied seriously. 

As I threw on my robe house shoes I walked back up to the front of the house and headed to the door. As I opened the door Terrell just went hysterical on me. 

“Man my car broke down and I been callin yo ass all this fuckin time! I just walked all the way over here to find out why the fuck you aint answerin me and I see this niggas car over here??!!” Terrell ranted 

“Damn for real man…what’s wrong with your car?” I replied attempting to avoid his remarks about Carlos. 

“Fuck the car nigga what the fuck is goin on that you can’t even answer my call when I needed you?” Terrell inquired. 

“Aight nigga before you go tryna throw a fuckin guilt trip on me…I meant to ask yo ass about that little scene up there at shop nigga…explain that to me…or have you forgotten that you’re the one on the outside of the door?” I snapped back. 

“What scene? Nigga first of all…Carlos is my cousin nigga aint no fuckin scenes! I was supposed to pick his ass up from his moms crib and we were goin to a game nigga!” he answered. 

COUSINS? What the fuck have I done. You mean to tell me that these niggas possibly just played the fuck outta me? As I stand at the door with a blank stare of my face I don’t know what the fuck to say. I’m looking at Terrell in his eyes and had no response to give him. 

“So now, I think you have some explaining to do! Why the fuck is my cousin at your house? Terrell repeated as he looked at me as if he had an edge up on me in the argument. 

“Aight check this out man, First off I thought you were the one that just asked me if we were dating and I told you no! There shouldn’t be an issue if there was something goin on. Therefore I don’t owe you an explanation about a fuckin thing. But since you’re standing here quizzing me let me get yo face straight! I guess you were so fuckin wrapped up that you forgot that your cousin is in the military huh? I asked 

“So, what the fuck does that have to do with anything?” He replied inquisitively 

“Nigga then you must have forgotten that I am too! I am your cousins supervisor and I’m in here helping this nigga study for a test that he has to take in the morning!” I said lying my ass off. 

Apparently it must have been working because his entire disposition changed and he began to look at me very confused. 

“Damn man…you’re right…I forgot that yo ass was in! Fuck my badd man. But wait a minute…that still doesn’t explain why you didn’t answer my calls!!!” he said. 

“Man look…my phone is in my room on the charger and aint no way I would have heard that shit…matter of fact, hold on let me go get it.” I said to validate my answer. 

“Where is he at now?” He asked looking through the door into the house. 

“Nigga you are trippin man…he is in the bathroom takin a shit nigga you wanna go look at him?” I asked trying to smooth things over. 

“Well why you aint invited me in yet? I aint ever stood on your porch this long! Nigga just fuck it…I’m gone. Too much shit just aint addin up! 

So I just stopped and turned to face him again and said, “Well fuck it then, cuz yo ass it trippin nigga! This is crazy! You’re the one actin like we go together or some shit! Yo cousin don’t know shit about me like that, but if he can hear, I guess he does now! Thank you for putting our shit out there nigga! I guess he already knows about u too huh? I said. 

“Man I don’t even care man. No he don’t know shit about me but none of that mattered. You was my nigga regardless.” He said 

And again I just sat there with a blank stare on my face as he turned to walk away. 

“Nigga where are you goin? How are you getting there? You need a ride somewhere? I asked 

“Nah man, I’m good, I need to walk and think about some shit! He said as he walked away. 

So I closed my door and walked back to my bedroom and Carlos was sitting on the edge of my bed fully clothed. He looked up at me and looked me in my eyes and said, 

“What was that all about? 

“Man, I don’t know it’s kinda hard to explain!” I replied back. 

“It’s cool, I aint trippin man. As long as you think you can handle me then I aint goin no where. I am bout to go pick up my cousin tho…and I aint know yall had some shit goin on either but Im cool though…that was before me.” Carlos said in a real cool tone. 

As he stood up to leave he hugged me really tight and then kissed me closed lipped and passionately and said, “I’ll be back.” 

“Aight man, I’ll be here.” I replied 

After he left I just sat down and tried to figure out what the fuck I was gonna do. I mean, Terrell is my barber and my lover friend that I like to play with. On the other hand Carlos just blew me away and I liked every minute of it. He’s also my co-worker and I’m lovin his luvin! That nigga just fucked me physically, mentally and emotionally and then walked out with all three to pick up Terrell. I wonder what they are talking about. I wonder if they knew what was up the whole time! Was this shit planned and I was just the victim of some “Talk Show Shit?” 

“I’m just so fuckin confused I don’t know what to do.” I thought to myself as I walked into the bathroom and started the shower. At a moment when I’m supposed to be resting and relaxing in the arms of the smooth operator I’m home alone with nobody, stuck taking a shower alone and going to bed alone. Just before I got in the shower my phone rang. 

“Yo, tell me why that niggas car aint even broke down man.” Carlos said on the other end. 

“What???” “What you talking bout?” I asked. 

“I just called that nigga to ask him where he was at and he already over this girls house.” Carlos stated. 

Hmmm. I think this is some crazy shit. I thought. 

“So what are you about to do? Are you on your way back?” I asked 

“Nah I think imma go ahead and go back to base. I’ll get at you tomorrow.” He replied. 

“Nigga don’t tell me you’re trippin on me too.” I said. 

“Nah boss it aint even like that, imma holla at you tomorrow though aight.” Carlos said. 

“Aight man.” I said as I hung up the phone pissed off. 

What the fuck is going on! Now it really feel played! Why the fuck am I about to lay down alone tonight? This night is crazy. I thought to myself as I got in the shower and washed up and got ready for bed. As I laid pulled my covers back there was another knock at the door. 

“Fuck it I aint answering the door no more tonight” I thought to myself as I headed towards the door. By now I’m just so done with the whole situation that I don’t even ask who it is. I just opened the door and Terrell was standing there with a smile on his face. 

“What the fuck are you smiling at nigga?” I asked 

“Nigga calm that shit down and invite me in. I wanna talk to you!” He said as he let himself in. As I closed the door and turned to head back into the living room, Terrell was standing right in front of me. We locked eyes and began tonguing each other profusely. As we are caught up in the heat of the moment, clothing begins to fall off of the both of us. As we took a break to take our shirts off and moved back in to kiss, he looked me in my eyes again and said, “Come on nigga…take me to the room!” 


What the hell did I get myself into? 

STAY TUNED!!!!

Me and my Barber (Part 10)

Me and my Barber (Part 10) 

by Khari D. Hawke

“Are you gon’ get that or do you want me to get it” Carlos said while still laying on top of me. 

“Nah I’ll get it…I just need to get my robe.” I whispered back to him as he got up. 

“Good cuz I gotta piss like a race horse.” He states as he walked into my bed room with me to use my bathroom. 

Who ever the hell this was at the door was very persistent because they kept knocking and wouldn't just go away. As I approach the door, I look through the peep hole and it’s my nigga Terrell standing there lookin all pitiful and shit. I didn’t know what to do so I left him standing there and ran back to the bathroom and told Carlos that it was Terrell. 

“What the fuck does that nigga want? Tell his ass to go away man.” Carlos said with an attitude. 

“You just stay yo ass back here and don’t make a sound! Imma tell him that yo ass is gon’” I replied seriously. 

As I threw on my robe house shoes I walked back up to the front of the house and headed to the door. As I opened the door Terrell just went hysterical on me. 

“Man my car broke down and I been callin yo ass all this fuckin time! I just walked all the way over here to find out why the fuck you aint answerin me and I see this niggas car over here??!!” Terrell ranted 

“Damn for real man…what’s wrong with your car?” I replied attempting to avoid his remarks about Carlos. 

“Fuck the car nigga what the fuck is goin on that you can’t even answer my call when I needed you?” Terrell inquired. 

“Aight nigga before you go tryna throw a fuckin guilt trip on me…I meant to ask yo ass about that little scene up there at shop nigga…explain that to me…or have you forgotten that you’re the one on the outside of the door?” I snapped back. 

“What scene? Nigga first of all…Carlos is my cousin nigga aint no fuckin scenes! I was supposed to pick his ass up from his moms crib and we were goin to a game nigga!” he answered. 

COUSINS? What the fuck have I done. You mean to tell me that these niggas possibly just played the fuck outta me? As I stand at the door with a blank stare of my face I don’t know what the fuck to say. I’m looking at Terrell in his eyes and had no response to give him. 

“So now, I think you have some explaining to do! Why the fuck is my cousin at your house? Terrell repeated as he looked at me as if he had an edge up on me in the argument. 

“Aight check this out man, First off I thought you were the one that just asked me if we were dating and I told you no! There shouldn’t be an issue if there was something goin on. Therefore I don’t owe you an explanation about a fuckin thing. But since you’re standing here quizzing me let me get yo face straight! I guess you were so fuckin wrapped up that you forgot that your cousin is in the military huh? I asked 

“So, what the fuck does that have to do with anything?” He replied inquisitively 

“Nigga then you must have forgotten that I am too! I am your cousins supervisor and I’m in here helping this nigga study for a test that he has to take in the morning!” I said lying my ass off. 

Apparently it must have been working because his entire disposition changed and he began to look at me very confused. 

“Damn man…you’re right…I forgot that yo ass was in! Fuck my badd man. But wait a minute…that still doesn’t explain why you didn’t answer my calls!!!” he said. 

“Man look…my phone is in my room on the charger and aint no way I would have heard that shit…matter of fact, hold on let me go get it.” I said to validate my answer. 

“Where is he at now?” He asked looking through the door into the house. 

“Nigga you are trippin man…he is in the bathroom takin a shit nigga you wanna go look at him?” I asked trying to smooth things over. 

“Well why you aint invited me in yet? I aint ever stood on your porch this long! Nigga just fuck it…I’m gone. Too much shit just aint addin up! 

So I just stopped and turned to face him again and said, “Well fuck it then, cuz yo ass it trippin nigga! This is crazy! You’re the one actin like we go together or some shit! Yo cousin don’t know shit about me like that, but if he can hear, I guess he does now! Thank you for putting our shit out there nigga! I guess he already knows about u too huh? I said. 

“Man I don’t even care man. No he don’t know shit about me but none of that mattered. You was my nigga regardless.” He said 

And again I just sat there with a blank stare on my face as he turned to walk away. 

“Nigga where are you goin? How are you getting there? You need a ride somewhere? I asked 

“Nah man, I’m good, I need to walk and think about some shit! He said as he walked away. 

So I closed my door and walked back to my bedroom and Carlos was sitting on the edge of my bed fully clothed. He looked up at me and looked me in my eyes and said, 

“What was that all about? 

“Man, I don’t know it’s kinda hard to explain!” I replied back. 

“It’s cool, I aint trippin man. As long as you think you can handle me then I aint goin no where. I am bout to go pick up my cousin tho…and I aint know yall had some shit goin on either but Im cool though…that was before me.” Carlos said in a real cool tone. 

As he stood up to leave he hugged me really tight and then kissed me closed lipped and passionately and said, “I’ll be back.” 

“Aight man, I’ll be here.” I replied 

After he left I just sat down and tried to figure out what the fuck I was gonna do. I mean, Terrell is my barber and my lover friend that I like to play with. On the other hand Carlos just blew me away and I liked every minute of it. He’s also my co-worker and I’m lovin his luvin! That nigga just fucked me physically, mentally and emotionally and then walked out with all three to pick up Terrell. I wonder what they are talking about. I wonder if they knew what was up the whole time! Was this shit planned and I was just the victim of some “Talk Show Shit?” 

“I’m just so fuckin confused I don’t know what to do.” I thought to myself as I walked into the bathroom and started the shower. At a moment when I’m supposed to be resting and relaxing in the arms of the smooth operator I’m home alone with nobody, stuck taking a shower alone and going to bed alone. Just before I got in the shower my phone rang. 

“Yo, tell me why that niggas car aint even broke down man.” Carlos said on the other end. 

“What???” “What you talking bout?” I asked. 

“I just called that nigga to ask him where he was at and he already over this girls house.” Carlos stated. 

Hmmm. I think this is some crazy shit. I thought. 

“So what are you about to do? Are you on your way back?” I asked 

“Nah I think imma go ahead and go back to base. I’ll get at you tomorrow.” He replied. 

“Nigga don’t tell me you’re trippin on me too.” I said. 

“Nah boss it aint even like that, imma holla at you tomorrow though aight.” Carlos said. 

“Aight man.” I said as I hung up the phone pissed off. 

What the fuck is going on! Now it really feel played! Why the fuck am I about to lay down alone tonight? This night is crazy. I thought to myself as I got in the shower and washed up and got ready for bed. As I laid pulled my covers back there was another knock at the door. 

“Fuck it I aint answering the door no more tonight” I thought to myself as I headed towards the door. By now I’m just so done with the whole situation that I don’t even ask who it is. I just opened the door and Terrell was standing there with a smile on his face. 

“What the fuck are you smiling at nigga?” I asked 

“Nigga calm that shit down and invite me in. I wanna talk to you!” He said as he let himself in. As I closed the door and turned to head back into the living room, Terrell was standing right in front of me. We locked eyes and began tonguing each other profusely. As we are caught up in the heat of the moment, clothing begins to fall off of the both of us. As we took a break to take our shirts off and moved back in to kiss, he looked me in my eyes again and said, “Come on nigga…take me to the room!” 


What the hell did I get myself into? 

STAY TUNED!!!!

Me And My Barber (Part 9)

Me and my Barber (part 9) 

by Khari D. Hawke

Ok so what do I do first, I need to straighten up, I’m still cooking, and I need to take a shower and I have company comin. So I dash my ass into the living room and straighten it up, sprayed some air freshener and started vacuuming. As I finished and turned the vacuum off I turned around and guess who’s standing in my door way posted up on a wall, watching me…Yep you got it right…Carlos. 

“Wassup man, what you getting it all bitchy fresh up in here for, you havin company?” he said sarcastically. 

“Oh so I guess we just lettin ourselves in to peoples houses now huh?” I replied back. 

“Nigga I got a key so I coulda just let myself in but I didn’t have to, you left the door open so I let myself in. Damn is that a problem? Do I need to go back out and knock?” he asked defensively. 

“Nah you’re in now fool…kick ya shoes off, get comfortable cuz I’m about to get my ass in the shower and I got some hot wings in the kitchen so help yourself.” I answered 

“That’s wassup…get that booty clean nigga…” Carlos said as he laughed and literally took his shoes off and started towards the kitchen. 

Ok…am I really trippin or did he just tell me to wash my ass? Ok I know what he just said but imma let that shit ride since I been knowin this nigga for a while and that’s just how he talks. As I enter my sanctuary (bed room) I began to strip down as I head to turn on the shower. I grabbed a towel and wrapped it around myself since I have a house guest and I didn’t really wanna start nothing if there was going to be anything before I took a shower. I walked back into the bed room, shower still running and grabbed a pair of boxer briefs. I reached down in my bottom drawer to get a wife beater and for some reason I was having trouble finding one. As im digging I felt something touch my ass. As I calmly look behind me it’s Carlos standing there with a devilish grin and his tongue sticking out. 

“Nigga what the fuck are you doin? I shouted as I jumped up startled. 

“Nothin I just saw ya ass in the air and thought I’d help myself.” Carlos replied still laughing. “Nah but for real…do you have any ranch dressing?” he asked in a more serious tone. 

“Nigga the ranch is in the refrigerator where it always has been and what’s with all of these ass comments? Are you trying to tell me something?” I asked almost teasing but serious. 

“Awe hell naw! I aint with that homo shit boss! You know I gets madd pussy! Shit did you forget that time you let me use your crib and I told you to sneak in and watch cuz I liked being watched?” He asked as he seriously defended his manhood. 

“Nah I haven’t forgotten.” I said just to ease the situation because I could tell that he was really getting serious. 

“And I was beatin that shit up wasn’t I? He asked 

“I aint gon’ lie, I felt sorry for the po’girl on my couch with her body posted up on her neck and yo monster ass was buried deep as hell in her.” I replied and I reminisced on that day and how I wished I could have seen his dick but there was really no way for me to. I think he did that shit just so I could watch him but he wanted to tease me at the same time. Shit he did a helluva job at that! 

“Nigga get out so I can go take my shower” I said as I pushed him by the arm towards my door and we went the rest of the way out the door laughing because he felt validated by my response and his ego had been stroked. 

As I got in the shower I couldn’t help but think about the events of the day and how badly I wanted to call Terrell and tell him that I was sorry and that I didn’t want to fight anymore…lol. Damn I really am trippin (I thought to myself) it really does sound like I’m making this shit much more that it really is. He’s my barber and I’m one of his many clients. So nothing makes me more special. Wait a minute….something better make me more special! I wonder how many of his other clients have gotten the same treatment that I do. “C’mon Trey snap out of it.” I said to myself as I tried to change the subject in my mind. Then I started to visualize Carlos in the living room. He looked really good today, clean shaven with that smooth brown skin and he knew exactly what he was doing walkin up in here with some jogging pants on and nothing under them. I could see that familiar print that I noticed during PT. As I continue to think about him and lather my body in soap I noticed that my nipples were hard. Then I rubbed down and my dick is standing at attention. Luckily for me Im not the type to beat off in the shower cuz I woulda blew the roof off this mutha fuck with the nutt I got built up in me. So I completed my shower and got dressed and entered the living room to find Carlos sitting on the couch browsing through my flick collection. 

“Man why you been holdin out on me?” “You didn’t tell me you had a collection like this! Man you got all the booty talks and everything…damn! I’m bout to pop one of these in. I made you a plate man…it’s in the microwave.” He said as he approached the DVD player and inserted a movie. I just attempted to blow it off and walk into the kitchen and get my plate. I decided to stay in the kitchen and eat because there was just too much sexual tension in the house right now and as bad as I want Carlos I know that I really cant do it. I work with him. I’m his supervisor. We both serve our country! In the United States Military! The home of the “Don’t ask Don’t tell policy!” So I stayed in the kitchen and stood at the counter and ate. As I walked back into the living room Carlos yelled out, 

“Damn look at the ass on this bitch boss! She got a fat ass!” 

“Yeah that mutha fucka is huge my nigga! I don’t think I would handle all that personally!” I replied. 

“Sheeeeeiiiiiittt! I could! I wish I had a bitch over here right now! I would stick my dick in her throat and gag her!” he said in a very sexually vulgar type of way. 

I think it just turned me on though. There was something about him talking dirty and raunchy that was a turn on to me. As I sat down on the couch next to him I was thinking of what I could say to respond to that statement. I mean…it really doesn’t need a “bitch” to come over when he has everything that he wants sitting right next to him. 

“Yo do you mind if I turn these lights off boss? He asked in a very calm tone. 

“I don’t care…that’s just less I’ll have to pay on my light bill.” I stated cheaply. 

As he stood up I expected to see a hard print but I didn’t. I was really wondering what was good with his dick for real now because the way that he was talking he sounded like he was hot and ready for $5.99…lol. 

So I relaxed on the couch as he returned. I was wearing nothing but my t-shirt and boxer briefs and I was kinda glad that the light was off because I was beginning to get excited thanks to the flick playing and the fact that I was sitting next to a fine brutha who’s sexiness seemed to be in super mode that night. Instead of sitting on the other end of the couch, he sat down on the very next pillow just disrespecting the hell outta my man space. Not that I wanted any space between us but still…He just sat there for a sec watching the flick as I watched him out of my peripheral and nothing seemed to be happening. But for some reason I had a feeling that something was about to happen. I don’t know where I got this feeling from but I just had that feeling. 

“Yo boss.” He said breaking the ice. 

“Whats good man? I answered as I turned to face him. 

“Yo promise me you wont be mad at me.” He said lookin me in my face. 

“Mad at you? What do you mean?” I asked back inquisitively 

Just as I thought he was about to answer he grabbed the back of my head and planted a kiss on me so passionately that I was lightheaded when he let go. 

“That’s what I mean! I’ve been wanting to do that for so long but I just couldn’t build up enough courage to do it. I hope ur not mad.” He said lookin at me lickin his lips ever so lightly. 

I wanted to say, “Hell nah I aint mad! I think your tongue just found it’s new home…my mouth! But I kept it cool and soothed him at the same time. 

“Nah I aint mad man…I just don’t know if this is cool man! I mean, we work so close together and I just don’t want no problems with the job and with you if you’re ever mad at me for some reason or vice versa. I don’t know…I mean…I just don’t know if it’s a good idea.” I rambled. 

“Aight since the ice is already broken nigga, I see you lookin at me. You don’t think I noticed you lookin at me at pt? and that time you let me sleep at work during the holiday when we were on minimum manning day and it was just the two of us? I still remember I woke up and my dick was rock hard and you were jus sitting at your desk pretending not to be workin but you were lookin; I caught you.” He said grinning at me. 

Startled and shocked I really didn’t know what to say! This nigga really dug deep for this one…lol. 

“Why didn’t you say something then?” I asked. 

“Cuz man…I didn’t want you to reject me cuz I caught you!” “I just thought that you would deny that you was lookin and that would leave me out there lookin like an ass!” he answered. 

Awweee. This fine assed nigga, too damn fined for T.V. has a complex with rejection. I think that is so sexy considering the fact that I would have turned my office into a porn studio and changed my name to “Pinky” for a day and let him ravish my body for all it was worth! 

“So what now?” I asked at a loss for words. 

“What do you mean what now? I don’t know what now…I aint never done no shit like this before!” He answered. 

“Well you said you wished you had a bitch over here and you said what you would do to her if she was here…well…….” I said hesitantly 

“I don’t wanna gag U! I want to to go slow with you! That was just some talk about a bitch that wouldn’t mean shit to me…but you…nah I couldn’t do that you u!” He replied. 

I just looked at him as he responded to my proposition and he looked at me and grinned again and just began to kiss me passionately again. “I just wanna make it right with you man. Can we take it slow? I want this to last all night!” he said between kisses. 

As I continued to kiss him I turned to face him and his body conformed to mine. As he lay between my legs and kissed me intensely I began to grab and pull at the back of t-shirt. I pulled it up over his head and threw it somewhere. Then I began to caress his back and sides and my legs began to tighten at his waist. There was so much passion in this room that is was unreal. Aside from the bitch moaning in the flick on the screen all I could hear was his deep voice growling and vibrating on my chest. I was precumin so badly that I thought I had pissed on myself. In the heat of passion I managed to lose my underwear and wife beater so I’m laying on the couch completely naked while this sexy beast it on top of me grinding into me and coating my mouth with his love. I took a second to pay attention to him grinding to see if I could feel his dick on me but I still couldn’t. That kinda threw me off and we had to fix this fast. I placed my hands in the back of his basket ball shorts and grabbed his ass. He flexed his ass muscles as I began to push him on to me harder. He was practically fucking me hard with his shorts on so I pulled my hands out and pulled down on them. He lifted up, tongue still in my throat and helped me get his shorts off. When we did get them off I felt something that felt like a damn snake or something drop down between my legs. 

“What the fuck….hold on….sit up for a sec.” I said cuz I know I had to examine the dick first anyway. 

“What??” he said as he sat back on his knee and his dick was hanging between his legs. 

I sat up just enough to put my hand down there and felt from the base of the shaft which was almost too thick to grip and felt my way down for what seemed like forever. 

“O hell naw…what you gon’ do with that nigga…damn how big is it?” I asked afraid and amazed at the same time. 

“Awe man…c’mon…it’s nothing…and you’ll see. It’s not all the way hard yet.” He said smiling as he laid back on me and resumed tongue lashing my throat. 

I was so turned on that I could have sworn my ass was already wet. Since I don’t get fucked on a reg it’s rare that I feel that sensation and that tingling but I think I was ready for him. I wanted him so bad I don’t think it mattered. I was so mentally enthralled that anything could have happened at that moment. He placed the head of his dick at the entrance of my ass. In my mind I wanted to stop him but I didn’t have to. He stopped himself and just left it there and began to kiss and rub me all over and before I knew it his muscle had filled every inch of my anal cavity and I loved it. He leaned over and began to tongue my neck so deeply that I almost passed out from the intensity. He whispered in my ear “I’m all yours” and began to slow stroke me like we were made for each other. As he stroked and kissed I thought my chest was going to explode. I held on to his lats and rubbed down to his tiny waist and back up. We were making pure love. If love ever existed in a fleshly form…we were it. His dick was so big, and so good, and so hard and so a perfect fit that I would have married him right then if he asked. He just kept whispering in my ear callin me baby while he massaged the walls within me. I couldn’t help but love it. He was so hard on the outside but showing me the soft and gentle giant inside him while he connected with my soul. He reached back and held my thigh and slid his hand down to my waist for leverage as he began to dick me in a circular rhythm. It felt so good I had to cry out…”Damn nigga” as I reached up and rubbed his chest and down his abs to his waist. I looked up at him and he was looking at me. As our eyes met he laid back down and began to kiss me again. He wrapped his arms underneath my back and grabbed my shoulders. As I reached up to hold on to him in the same manner he began to dig in me faster, deeper, harder. With one hand across his back and the other hand on the back of his neck while we continued to tongue fight this nigga fucked the life out of me. Every stroke seemed to get deeper and stronger. It was as if he was getting stronger by the stroke. Oh my God I can’t take it baby…he said as he looked me in the eyes again I felt the girth of his shaft thicken and his pace began to multiply. I looked at him in the face and he looked back as he began to unleash inside of me. 

“I love you nigga…I always have…” he said as he filled my insides with his passion spray. I instantly began to come while our stomachs were together and before I knew it… 

“I love you too!” blurted out of my mouth! 

I mean…I’m telling the truth! I have always had feelings for this nigga but never thought I would be in the situation to tell him how I felt. Fuck…the heat of passion is a mutha fucka…what is happening to me? 

Just then there was a knock at the door……. 





Stay Tuned. 

Me And My Barber (Part 8)

Me and my Barber (Chapter  

by Khari D. Hawke




"Do you hear me talkin to you?" the voice from the car said again. 

"Look, I heard you the first time! Why are you yellin at me and at my job of all places!" Terrell replied 

"Yo Terrell, u sure you aight man?" I asked just incase he needed me. 

“Yeah man I got this…I’ll hit u up a lil later.” Terrell replied 

As I was starting my car I rolled down the window and looked in the mirror to check out my new hair cut. I never look at it in the barber shop since I trust my barber. I looked around to ensure that it was safe to back up and as I looked back at the car; the window was rolled down and a set of eyes were looking back at me. As we locked eyes my mouth dropped. I could not believe who I was looking at! It wasn't a female at all! I could have sworn that I saw a long hair-do or something that caused me to reach this assumption. Looking up it was just a doo-rag untied. 

"What u doin up here?" the voice yelled from the window. 

"Nada jus getting a cut. What's good wit u?" I replied. 

"Nothing bout to go home. I was tryna call Terrell but he wouldn't answer me." the voice replied 

"Yeah this head of mine had him tied up" I replied as honest as I could. 

"Yeah I see, it looks really good. Well I’ll talk to you later boss" the voice said again. As I backed out and drove away 

My mind was going 100 miles per second as I replayed what happened in my mind. The fire assed session I just had with my barber could have been interrupted by one of my soldiers that I supervise on base?? Not just any soldier either. Im talking about "THE" Carlos Craig! Only the sexiest katt in my building. We are really tight too. He stands about 5'11 with the prettiest brown skin one could ever ask for. He weighs about 185 of solid basketball muscle! I've caught glimpses of the dick print in his shorts at PT (Physical Training for the civilian readers) many days and although it wasn't hard I know he's slangin major wood! His full assed lips and killer swag are unreal. He mind fucks of anyone that he comes in contact with! To me, this dude is so sexy that he had sex oozing out of his pores! Fuck it, he is sex!! 

"But what the fuck did he want with Terrell? And why was he talkin to him like that?" I thought out loud as I sped down the street headed home. 

I felt so helpless and stuck between a rock and a hard place! I wanted answers and I wanted them now!! I have had several conversations the Carlos about him fuckin this girl and that girl and I've been around enough to know if a brutha gets down or not. I would have never suspected him in a million years. This just had me so confused that I pulled out my phone and I texted Terrell and said, 

"What the fuck was all that about? How do you know him and who is he to you?" 

Just as I hit send I thought about how fucked up I just sounded. I mean...we weren't together or nothin like that! I just happened 2 be suckin on him from time to time and that was really it! He didn't owe me any explanations. We never discussed any particulars. As I continued driving home I realized that I was wrong again! How the hell was I going to just take his side and justify him doing whoever and be cool with that? 

"Man my mind is going crazy" I thought to myself pulling up to the house. 

As I walked in I heard the notification on my phone for an incoming text. I really wanted to check it right then and there but I didn't...I sat everything in my hands down on my bed and took the piss that I so desperately needed. After washing my hands I turned my computer on and checked my email. There was nothing really important that needed 2 be replied to right away so I went to the kitchen and started fixing a quick meal when my phone began to ring. Looking at the screen, the phone was flashing "Terrell" 

"Damn I really don't feel like talkin right now. I know what I said sounded fucked up but I need to get my thoughts together first." I thought to myself. 

So I hit ignore and took the phone with me to the kitchen. I remembered that I had a text message to check and as I was opening it Terrell was calling back. Before I could hit ignore there was a knock at my door. 

"Who the fuck is this?" I said to myself as I walked to the door and looked through the peep hole. It was Terrell standing on my porch. Fuck what do I do? I can't resist him and just leave him out there cuz I want him and I want to hear what he has to say but I don't have my thoughts and answers and excuses together yet. 

"Open the door nigga I can hear your phone ringin!" he yelled from the other side of the door. 

As I opened the door he just charged in and walked past me. 

"Hey man what the...." I started 

"Man don't you ever fuckin text me some bull shit like we datin nigga! We aint goin together nigga....are we?" Terrell snapped as he stared at me with anger in his eyes actually waiting on a response. 

"No! And nigga that's my bad...I texted you that shit without thinkin man." I replied feeling like shit inside because I wasn't ready to have this conversation yet. 

"Well that's all I came over here for...I couldn't express myself like I wanted to over text. I don't owe you a fuckin thing so don't come at me like that man! I'm gone man." he said as he walked right back out the door. 

I was just standing in the door dumb founded and watching him drive off. I looked down at my text message and it read: 

"Hey boss...im on the way to come chill wit chu! I'll be there in bout 10 minutes." from Carlos 

Damn...what the fuck is his fine ass comin by here for? Damn, this is too much...there is so much going through my mind right now. I mean…if Carlos does get down it’s a major conflict of interest being that I supervise him and there is no quick way to move around if things didn’t work out between us. On the other hand, I would have given my left nutt to get my mouth, dick, hands, tongue or anything I possibly could on him sexually so here’s my dilemma: I would take Carlos any day of the week, but I just got cussed out by Terrell and I don’t know how to take that! It hasn’t been that long but damn I’m really feeling this katt! So mentally I’m all over the place and now I have Carlos getting ready to pull up any minute and I need to straighten my house up and finish cooking and all this shit is just getting crazy…………….Damn…is this really happening? 

Stay Tuned!! 

Me And My Barber (Part 7)

Me and my Barber (part 7) 
by Khari D. hawke

I was completely blown away by the events of this weekend. I had intended to go out of town, that didn’t happen. I planned to go to the same barber and get a haircut because of going out of town…that didn’t happen. I met a new fine assed barber who is supposedly straight when I meet him but I have sucked him up twice in a 24 hour period and am constantly thinking about him. Now today is Thursday and I’ve got an appointment to get my haircut at 5pm or so I think it’s at five. As I pull up at the barber shop I notice that there aren’t very many people there maybe about 7 or so people. As I walk in the barber shop I notice that most of the barbers are gone or leaving so as I take my seat and say what’s up to Terrell I look around and notice that everybody left was waiting for him because the only other barber in the place was cleaning up his station getting ready to leave. 

“Yo T, you gon’ lock up right?” the other barber asked. 

“Yeah man I got it…you gone?” Terrell responded back. 

“Yeah man, that was my last client for the day…I gotta go pick my kids up from daycare and head home.” The other barber said. 

“Aight man…I’ll be here for a minute at you see but I’m good.” He said as the other barber was walkin out the door. 

So now I’m lookin around and I see that there is one person in the chair, and 5 other people waiting. I look at the clock and look back at Terrell and said to myself Oh hell no this nigga didn’t tell me to come down to sit here while he cut all these damn heads… he coulda jus told me to come a little later so I pulled out my phone and sent the nigga a text. 

“Yo, why you got me down here so early when you knew that you were backed up?” I texted. Then I peeped the dude in the chair right now. This nigga was a little lighter than brown skin, and it’s crazy but I swear I could see this katts muscles through the damn barbers cape he had on. He was so sexy that you could literally feel the sex vibin off of him. I didn’t want to get caught gawkin’ at him so I just pretended to gaze out the window which was tinted so that you could see out but no one could see in. There was a busy street so I pretended to be watchin traffic when honestly I was peepin everybody else in the shop. 2 of the dudes were obviously gay and lovers as I saw them and the other 2 katts just weren’t attractive so I really couldn’t pick up anything from them. 

(Aint it funny how your gaydar only works well when there is some sort of interest in the person? Not saying that it doesn’t work on others but it works really well when you see something that you actually like and could see yourself messing with?? Feel me???) 

My scoping was interrupted by a text message comin thru and vibrating in my hand damn near scarin me to death. I was sitting far enough away that no one saw me jump. I looked down and read, 

“I just wanted to see you and spend a little time with you! Is there something wrong with that? LOOK AT ME…lol” 

So me being slow looked up and this nigga was lookin directly in my eyes and very subtly kissed at me. I was all nervous and blushin on the low and I caused me to look around at everybody else in the shop and see if they noticed! Surprisingly no one was looking so I just kept my head down and played my game on my phone until it was time for my cut. 

“Hey hold on man I gotta piss and then I got u.” Terrell said as he walked past me to the bathroom. 

So I looked up and everybody in the shop was gone except for us. So I had to instantly contain myself because somethin about hearin this nigga piss (and no I don’t do golden showers or shit or none of that other shit…lol) just made me want him bad as fuck. 

“What you waitin for nigga? Get in the chair” He said as he walked back past me and went to the door and locked it and turned off the sign for the Salon outside. Then he asked me if I wanted something to drink and I told him yeah. On his way back from the back of the shop he changed the station on the serious system in shop. This nigga musta found the “Lets get butt naked and fuck” station because everything that played kept my dick on brick. Then he stepped in front of me and turned his back on me and started grindin his ass on my dick in the chair. Then he reached back and said, 

“Damn nigga I don’t even have to feel you up, you’re already on full!” as he grabbed my dick in his hand and squeezed it at the base. 

By now I’m leaking precum like madd and I just sat there and let that nigga take control. 

“Man I better cut your hair before we get distracted and you not get one tonight!” Terrell said jokingly but very serious I presumed. 

“So what did you think about my clientele tonight? Did you pick up anything on any of them?” He asked as he started on my hair cut. 

“Man, I hate to tell you this but you have a whole fan club of punks in here tonight!” I replied. 

“C’mon man…you aint telling me that everybody in here was gay!” What about my boi that was in the chair when you got here? He asked. 

“He was fine as fuck but yeah him too! There rest of them niggas were obvious punks to me. I mean don’t get me wrong, that’s not a bad thing! In fact that means a couple of things, first that means you have a lot of admirers and secondly that means that you can cut yo ass off cuz trust me on this man…niggas in the life and VERY serious about their looks and their haircuts too so if you have major clientele on dudes in the life then that means that you are on top of the haircutting game!” I said explaining my thoughts on the matter. 

“Hmmmm, I like that! I like the way you put that man! I aint gon’ lie I was getting kind of nervous to think that I could have so many dudes like that comin to me to get a cut and I really never thought about it too much but when I did think about it…I didn’t think of it like that!” Terrell replied. 

“Well that’s jus my opinion man…it doesn’t mean much! That’s why it’s mine!” I said. 

As we reached this part of the conversation he had started my edge up and I figured I would try to get something started. Little did I know and was soon to find out, that this nigga was already one step ahead of me. 

“Nigga get yo dick off my leg, and why do yall be doin that shit?” I asked inquisitively 

“First of all nigga, that’s not my dick on u, that’s my belt buckle and secondly I don’t know what other niggas be doin but I make it a point to make sure that I keep my dick to myself especially when I’m cuttin niggas hair. I mean look at it…you just saw some of my clientele, you think I don’t know that them cake assed niggas is tryna cop a feel? Who the hell sits in a chair while their gettin a cut and keeps their arms on the armrests for the whole cut? These big assed chairs aint made like that unless niggas are big as shit and I don’t have a lot of them that I cut! So nigga I don’t be lettin nobody get a free feel.” He said almost soundin defensive. 

“Aight nigga you made your point damn I was just askin a question!” I snapped back. 

“Sir just shut up and get ur hair cut before I fuck up your edge up!” he said as he smiled at me and kept cutting. 

And I did just that! I didn’t really have a response and I really didn’t want him tryna blame a fuck up of my edge up on me! That and the blending are the most important parts of the cut to me so he shut me the fuck up…lol. Just then “Let me love you down” by Silk came on and I almost slid out of the chair on to my knees takin his zipper with me and pullin his dick out all at the same time (In my mind that is! Yall forgot this nigga was doin my edge up…lol) 

But before I knew it this nigga was grindin his dick on my leg for real. I just laid my head back and closed my eyes cuz this nigga was jus getting started and I was already about to explode! 

“Hold your head down nigga… I aint done wit ur cut” he said as he pulled it down gently to the position that he wanted it at. He was holdin my face by my chin and looking at my edge up to ensure it was straight. The next thing I knew his tongue was in my mouth and he I felt the softest lips on earth as our mouths danced together and our tongues battled for first place to passion. This kiss was so fuckin perfect that we both began to moan at the same time! His hand ventured to the back of my neck and the kissing grew went and wild quickly. We kissed for was seemed like forever to me but was really only a minute or so. Then he let go and looked me in the eyes and tongued me down again. This time I sat up in the chair and pulled his body in to me and I could feel his dick on me now. As he began to grind into my leg I couldn’t help but reach around and grab his luscious bubble ass. As I did so with his tongue still in my mouth this nigga reached down and grabbed my dick again and started stroking it through my sweats. By now I have moved my hands around to the front and unzipped his jeans. I arose from the chair and grabbed him by the brim of his boxers and pulled them and his jeans to his ankles. As our lips separated he managed to sit in his own chair to get served. As I took him into my mouth he grabbed to bottom of his shirt and lifted it up over his head and was kickin his shoes off. I loved how this nigga just had to be butt assed naked to fuck around. After the shoes came off I reached down and helped him take off his jeans and boxers. 

(I still can’t believe that I’m havin suck sessions with my barber yall! Better yet…in the shop! DAMN!) 

So after all of his clothes are removed I try to go back down but he wants to taste himself first so he pulls me to him and tongues me down again with his passion and juices. Damn I feel like McDonalds right now (Ba da pa pa pa….I’M Lovin’ IT!) and while were kissing my jogging pants come down and of course I’m not wearing draws on nothing so my dick just springs right out into the situation. He reaches down and starts to stroke it again. I just start to fuck his hand back and the juices at the tip of my dick made good for an ease of motion. I swear I was one pump from cumin so I “Pulled out” and went back for the gold. (I don’t know but it’s something about a man that is confident enough with who he is to be able to spread his legs all the way open while somebody is between them that just does something for me!) And since it was available I went straight for that hole again. I licked and lapped and tongue fucked and he whimpered and whined and moaned and we luved it! By the time I finished with his hole, I touched his dick and stroked him twice and he shot all over my face and his stomach. BABY, BABY, BABY DAMN baby, Ooooo Baby Fuck Baby, Fuck, Ahhhhhhhh damn!!!! I want you to bust on me my nigga. 
He said still breathin heavily and moanin. So I took some cum from his stomach and beat with it! I think I got about 5 strokes and I shot straight up his abs to his chest. Shot after shot after shot until I had this nigga completely covered in cum from chest to his pubes he was covered. 

“Damn nigga you keep this up and I’m gonna have to make you all mine!” He said 

“Hold up man, let me clean u up.” I said as I stuck my tongue out and licked his nipple. He squirmed and said that it tickled so I just grabbed some napkins from the bathroom and cleaned him up! As he got back dressed he said, 
“Man I’m serious; I never knew that I could feel like this about no dude man! When I think about it I really don’t know how to feel right now! When we’re together I feel like it’s me and you against the world! It’s like we’re the only 2 on earth n shit but afterward I feel kinda funny! But we’ll talk about that later, let’s get outta here! As always im content but will give some thought to what he said because again…I remember that strange feeling after the nutt for a dude or with a guy when you first start…so imma have to share some shit wit him…if I can remember…lol. As we walk outside and are headed to our separate cars some female pulls up in a white benz and parks right next to his car. I looked back as I was opening my car and he looked like he had seen a ghost. 

“You aight man?” I asked 

“Ye, Yea I’m cool man…I’ll give you a call later!” he replied almost hesitantly. 

“Why haven’t you returned my calls? I have called you 5 times in the last hour.” Yelled the voice from within the white car. 

Who the fuck is this yellin at my nigga I thought to myself as I turned around to analyze and approach the situation. 

“Did you hear me nigga, I aint speakin Chinese! I said Why the fuck haven’t you returned my calls? Better yet why didn’t you answer them??? 

As he stood there blank in the face I was waiting on an answer as well as the person asking them…..this was about to get very interesting! WTF!!! 
STAY TUNED!!!!!! 

Me And My Barber (Part 60

Me and my Barber (part 6) 

by Khari D. Hawke


“Yo I aint gay man” Terrell just blurted out of no where while we were laying in the bed. 

I was silent, I didn’t know what to say…I mean I can understand where he’s coming from when I first really started fighting it myself. It takes me back to when I jacked off for the first time of my life and actually busted a nutt. It was crazy and it felt so good that it almost hurt. See I’ve always been an extremely explosive nutt buster since I started. I can still shoot across a room now if I’m hard enough! But I started off just jackin my dick for no reason…not even thinking about anyone or anything but just enjoying the feeling. Then I started putting faces and body parts to it and I remember the first time I beat my shit to a guy. It felt soooooooo good and I came soooooooo much that it blew my mind! But when I finished I felt so bad that I was thinking about another nigga. I remember saying why me and this aint me and all that kind of shit. It really hurt me to think that I would be an outkast and I would be that one that everybody talked about and laughed at and talked about. Even having all of those thoughts in my head it got to the point that I couldn’t finish a jack session unless I ended it with the thought of me and another dude together. I eventually accepted it and then embraced it and I noticed that I had control of it again. If I wanted to beat to a woman again I could. If I wanted to beat to a nigga then I could do that too…but I’ll never forget how it felt in the beginning and I believe that this is what Terrell was going through at this moment. 

“What are you trying to do to me? Are you tryna turn me gay? Why do I feel like this? Why do I like it? What the fuck man? Terrell said as he got up from the bed and went to the bathroom and showered. 

By now I’m up and outta bed and straightening shit up and everything! I start to think to myself and run the questions through my mind. For a second I actually felt slightly guilty as if I had actually done something wrong. But I quickly came to my senses and realized that I had done nothing wrong and that I was gonna fix this shit when he came out of the bathroom. I heard the shower turn off and I could hear him drying off. I had neatly placed all of his clothes at the edge of the bed for him and by now I’m in the kitchen cookin breakfast (for me of course cuz I didn’t expect this nigga to stay around long after the shit he said before he went in!) 

Fully clothed he walked into the kitchen and shakes my hand into a hug and tells me he’s about to go. He appeared to be calm and less angry. He grabbed his camera and walked out the door. 

At this moment I didn’t know whether to be happy, sad, glad, mad, confused, or just completely over the entire situation. I figured I would finish eating and get ready to shower and go to church myself. I had to get my mind right because yep as you all may have guessed it….I’m the minister of music (M.O.M) of my church so I can’t go up in there with all of this on my mind…aint no telling what they would get from me. So after I finished eating, had the shower water running, and laid my clothes out on the bed, I get a text on my phone. It was from Terrell and it read… 

“Thank you for everything, I’m not taking this out on you! I just have to figure some shit out! I’ll see you Thursday! 

And I just sat on the bed, confused, sad, happy, mad, and glad that I would see him again. 

SEE THE KINDA SHIT YOU GO THROUGH FOR WHAT WE THINK WE WANT?? 

A Work In Proges

A work in progress 

by Khari D. Hawke


I am a masterpiece in paint drops 
That have not left the can 
I am Art from a paintbrush 
Yet to be stroked by a hand 

I am a star that shines brilliant 
Against the dark night sky 
But only a spot… 
In the distance to 
The naked eye 

I am seeds 
And blueprints 
And ideas 

I am dead wrong 
Then incorrect 
Now two steps closer 
To the right answer 

I am instruments to the symphony 
I am ingredients without a recipe 
I am a play with no strategy 
But only a move away 
From my destiny 


I am learning, 
I am growing, 
I am changing, 


I am a masterpiece in pieces 

And I am coming together!

Distant

Distant by Khari D. Hawke Daily I Sit Thinking About Never Touching  You!  Days Instantly Speed Though - Another Night Time  Alone!  Dreams I Scream To A Neverending Tale  Of sorrow!  Dying Inside - Steady Tears, Attempting Nothing, Tired  Of being so distant!  (all the letters capitalized spell out the word distant)

They Call Me...

They Call ME

BY Khari D. Hawke

They call me  Gay, faggot, butt… lover, aids deliverer  Attacked from all angles even religions at war come together to hate me  This Unified hate even crosses boundaries of race, boundaries of nations  We come together break all barriers to all share this one feeling of combined hate  I could..Stab my mother, kill my brother, burn down a village, shoot up a school, nuke a country, rape a  woman and they’d still love me..more  They call me  Abomination, disgrace to my nation, hells spawn, disease spreader  My brothers pretend like..everything is ok..maintaining their allusion of happiness  Fake complacency that’s all they can do when we are spoon fed rights…  I want all my rights..fuck what you say!  Yet..I do nothing..say nothing..afraid to even stand up for my sexuality  Passive to those who choose to dominate and control what I can an can not do..yeah that’s ok  Misrepresented and underrepresented in a world where the straight man leads  And the crooked man…follows…  They call me  Carpet muncher, Lesbo, Man wanting to be  You think I am pretending to be him when all I want to be is me  Used to fuel your sexual longings and fantasies  When reality is we are more then your sexual tools  I love her just as much as you could  They call me  Home wrecker, man stealer, woman killer  Struggles go unacknowledged..unreported no one cares what…. we feel  We are raped over an over again by the assault of the people who say they care  Conditioned to be nothing but whores, when diseases spread we are to fault  Discreet underground dark passionate love making  Keep it to yourself no one cares till they catch it  So we lust..and lust trying to fulfill what needs we can  Unheard complaints of sexual discrimination  My home was wrecked too, when he left me for you  They call me  Lesbian, dike, bull dagger, butch  It looks easy to you but for me I stuggle too  Ideal family structures hard to maintain  Fears of long term commitments because the odds are against us  No laws to protect us, just there to degrade us  They call me  Diabolic life form, evil incarnate, Devil  Damned for a desire that I reject myself  Even though its not my fault, it is my fault for choosing to lay with..that man  Kill a brother of your own blood with poisonous contaminated semen  Results of short life expectancy  Evil life forms created from diabolic incantations  They call me  Transexual, unmanly, drag queen, female wanting to be  Even though I was this way before I knew the difference between what is boy--what is…girl?  Mothers hate and disown their own creations  Regretting that they didn’t take that..pill  They would kill their own child just to take away the resentment they..feel  Disappoint those who’re supposed to care  Trying to be normal..live normal with this woman clawing inside of me..trying to get out of me  But I gotta be the man I was born to be or else my kids..will hate me  They call me  Homosexual, DL, Gay, Bitch Ass Nigga  Because I walk with a switch or my voice has a higher pitch  So I put a front and..sag my jeans, walk wit a lean, put my grill on mean  Look how you want me to look so you won’t see how I feel  Get me a girl so I can keep my secret  Be who you want me to be  But I’m sure you still will find something to call me