Chapter 8: Misunderstandings
So I realize this weekend is going to be all about Roy, but that does not mean I can’t have fun while I’m in Atlanta. Kennedy called me saying “Blake It would be great if we were altogether. The gift of friendship will be overwhelming.” How could I say no? I am pretty well known in the gay circles of the Chicago ring. I’m not a hoe, I am just well networked. I know anyone who needs to be known either by a face reference or name. A lot of people of I have met on Black4Boys.com and have met an array of people. Through my little web of connections I have told a few of my associates I will be in their town, once I get into Atlanta, and they should join my friends and I at the surprise party. I think of mix of hot guys and my friends will be a great atmosphere for fun and excitement.
In my excitement I forgot to properly take off of work and get approved, but they should be fine without me. It’s just a job and this is an opportunity for me to find a fine buttermilk brotha with bubble booty and tight, long braids to endure my passion, and I can’t pass it up. It’s going to be a new town, new faces, and new bodies.
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