Wesley
Saturday, June 7, 2025
Monday, June 2, 2025
My Morning Wood
Blowing My Sister's Boyfriend
Marc walked into the bathroom as I was
sitting on the toilet trying to rub one out. I covered myself just in time
before he saw what I was doing.
"What the fuck?!" I objected.
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| Marc Washington |
"Fuck you!" He said flipping me off. "You've
been in here forever," he added. "I gotta get ready for work and all
my shits in here."
I looked down at the bulge in his underwear. He smirked and
grabbed himself and squeezed.
"Happy pride month," he said, calling me a slur without having too.
My Straight Buddy
Reconnecting With My Straight Buddy
I still think
about Calvin sometimes.
It's been over fifteen years now,
but even here in my mid-thirties, I remember that summer with such clarity and
warmth.
This was back in 2005 - Bush had
just started his second term, the world was mourning the Pope, and I had Mariah
Carey's The Emancipation of Mimi on constant rotation as I flew home for
summer break.
I'd just wrapped up junior year at
UCLA, and my dad had come through with a summer internship hookup. Some friend
of his ran a tech company that made microchips or something - honestly, I
wasn't paying much attention to the details. I was just grateful to have summer
plans when everyone else was bragging about their amazing internships and I had
nothing lined up.
My phone buzzed the moment I
landed. I flipped it open to find a text from a number I didn't recognize.
Hey dude, how's it going? It's
Calvin Jones. Heard ur back in town.
Calvin Jones? Now that was a name
I hadn't heard in years. We'd been tight back in junior high, but you know how
it goes - people drift apart. I remembered him as this sweet, chunky kid with
pale skin and hair that was always a little too greasy. He had this thing about
always smelling faintly of cheese, and I wondered what had prompted him to
reach out after all this time. How had he even gotten my number?
Hi Calvin! Yeah, I'm back, just
landed actually. What's up? Nice to hear from you.
I pocketed my phone and headed
through customs. While waiting at baggage claim, another text came through.
Came across ur MySpace page and
saw that ur in UCLA. That's rad, man. Wanna catch up? I'm free this weekend.
I'll admit, I felt a little
skeptical. Random texts from old junior high friends usually meant someone was
selling something - Tupperware, makeup, insurance. But Calvin had always been
genuinely nice, and I've never been good at saying no to people. Besides, it
might be fun to catch up.
We arranged to meet Saturday morning at Javier's Cafe, this popular brunch spot known for having the best eggs benedict in town. I'd gotten spoiled by LA's unpredictable traffic, so I arrived about fifteen minutes early and snagged an outdoor table where Calvin could easily spot me.
Sunday, May 18, 2025
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