My Penis Is Locked
We’d slept so soundly all night, but the weekend was over and it’s time to take the day by storm.
My alarm sounded at 6:30 a.m. Monday morning as it always does. I’ve turned my bedroom—my very dark, windowless bedroom—into a no phone zone because sleeping in pitch black makes it so easy to scroll in the morning.
Kevonté (my boyfriend) was still snoring, un-phased by the ringing. I sauntered half sleep and naked into the den to turn the alarm off. Comforted Nike (my American Staffordshire Terrier-Cane Corso mix), and went into the bathroom to start my morning regimen.
Brushed teeth. Facial cleanser. Toner. Vitamin C. Serum. Moisturizer. Penis cage.
My cage comes equipped with straps that go behind your back like a jock strap, then another that goes between my cheeks like a thong to hold it in place. I greased my testicles and slid them through the cockring one ball at a time. Then affixed the penis cage and locked it.
I went back into the bedroom and slid the key in Keith’s half sleep hand.
“You locked?” he quizzed, groggily.
“Yea, just for the gym”, I responded.
“Ok Daddy,” as he drifted soundly back to sleep.
I went on my merry way to lift heavy, get sweaty, and grow my body all for my boo with a locked dick between my legs.
Two Heads Aren’t Better Than One
I think most men navigate life from one ejaculation to another. For some, it’s one morning wood and smoke-n-stroke to the next. For others, it’s one hook-up to the other. For me, it was one Pup Night at the gay club to another.
I’d sew as much of my wild oats on those anon cruises in the dark room so that I could tackle the world. My life was consumed with busting down thotianna so I could clear my head and tackle the next thing as an entrepreneur. For the longest, I thought the only way to have that mental clarity was with an empty ballsack. Then entered Kevonté.
Kevonté is a gooner, bator, edger, with a hard lean toward penis pleasure. He helps me do things to my dick that I thought were unthinkable and, in process, I’ve unlocked my Super Saiyan ability to focus. It’s the weirdest turn of events that I recount in today’s podcast.
I learned that most of us, probably, are thinking with our dick. We are socialized to lead with what we know. But imagine what we could achieve if our dick—that second head—was not a factor?
Imagine the lives we could lead if we stopped thinking with our penis and applied that same brain power to something else? I talked about that in an episode of Dear Black Gay Men In The Morning, but his take doesn’t work for me.
This is mine. Enjoy Teammates.
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