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Let's Make Love, Part II

by LAR


If you enjoy my stories, hit me up at "labronzerobinson@hotmail.com". THIS IS A TRUE STORY. RECAP: In part I, I met my ex in Atlanta while in college. We get drunk and start reminiscing. We decide to build our relationship, again. Everything is not always what it seems. During the week, I stay at my dorm with my best friend Jay. On the weekends, I go and stay with MY MAN Jamal at his apartment. Jamal attends GA. State University (down the road from GA. Tech, where my dorm is). His apartment is very cozy. He has black leather furniture, a 28 inch television with a VCR. In his bedroom, he has a king size bed and a brown desk with a lamp. So on Friday around 4:30 P.M., I went to his apartment. I wasn't feeling very good, but I still went over there. I was tired from working and going to classes. When I got there, he was asleep in his bed with only boxers on. Since I was tired, I just plopped down beside him. I feel asleep for about 20 min. Then I felt someone on top of me. Jamal was ( I guess) feeling pretty horny. He was like, "I need to bust a nut, now". And I said, "Jamal, I'm tired and sleepy, and I don't feel like having sex". He said, "c'mon, now. Don't be like that". "Be like what? I'm tired and I need to get some rest", I said. "You need to stop crabbin' and give me some ass", Jamal said. So I said to myself, what the hell. So, he pulled out the condomn, and I rode his dick. I was riding it, but I didn't really want too. I was still tired, so I climbed off of his dick and said, "fuck it I'm going home". Then he says, "you're not going to let me bust a nut? That's foul, your wrong". As I was putting on my clothes, he pulled me on top of his fully naked body. He was like, there, stay right there. So I sat on top of him for a while. I turned and said, "You can't get this ass anytime you want, nigga. If I feel like giving you some ass, then I will. And why did I have to go and say that. He pushed me off of him and I fell to the floor. As I looked up at him, I pinched him in his eye and then ran. He chased me into the living room and I feel near his love sofa. He got on top of me and started punching me and choking me. He is smaller than I am, but he has big, muscular arms that had a tight grip around my throat. I was screaming, "Jamal, your hurting me", as much as I could, for that seemed to do nothing. He held me in that position for about a minute, I mean I couldn't move. Why didn't I let him bust his nut? Well after I feel my eyes getting heavy, he finally releases me. I run to the bathroom and my eyes are as red as fire and I had a black eye. His lip was bleeding and we didn't say anything to each other. I said, "Fuck you, I'm leaving". So I went back to my dorm. He called several times trying to apologize. My roommate was like, "don't go back over there, he might try to kill you", and laughing and joking around. It wasn't funny because i just got my ass beat because I didn't want to give up my ass. The next day, he came to my dorm. He was begging me to let him in. I finally let him in and this time when he walked in, he started kissing me. "OH yeah, he made up very well". We didn't have sex, we just slept all day in my bed, and something we couldn't do in his bed. Later that night, yes you guessed it, I gave him some ASS. THE END KEEP YOUR EYES OUT FOR PART III, THE RAPE!

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3 Gay Erotic Stories from LAR

Let's Make Love

THIS IS A TRUE STORY. IF YOU WOULD LIKE TO TALK I'M AT labronzerobinson@hotmail.com. Well, after graduation, it was time for me to think about Georgia Tech. I was so proud of my accomplishments. My ex-boyfriend Jamal, who used to live here, stays in Atlanta. Yes, I still had feelings for him. He was the only boy in my life. Of course there are and were others, but there was No

Let's Make Love, Part II

If you enjoy my stories, hit me up at "labronzerobinson@hotmail.com". THIS IS A TRUE STORY. RECAP: In part I, I met my ex in Atlanta while in college. We get drunk and start reminiscing. We decide to build our relationship, again. Everything is not always what it seems. During the week, I stay at my dorm with my best friend Jay. On the weekends, I go and stay with MY MAN Jamal

November 18, 1995

This is a flashback story. The events took place 5 years ago. It was Saturday, November 18, 1995, a cool winter day, that has stuck in my mind and will always stay in my mind until I die. Around 1:00 p.m. that day, we buried my uncle. He had died of an heart-attack and I was very sad. After the funeral, we went back to my aunt’s house to eat. It was a small funeral, which really

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