This blog was so beautiful. I was playing around with my brother's computer just so I could remember him and found this. Anyone who used to look at it. He's dead now. I'm sorry to say he killed himself. I found a lot more of his stories on his flash so I'll upload them for you. He even had a follower. :'(. This is a piece of him I want to remember him by.

Neglected...

*sigh*

I know I have been quite neglectful blog but I don't really feel motivated to write. On the flip-side I did get one comment and one follower. And for that, I am resoundingly grateful.

And now a little about me. I am 19 years old, male, gay. I live in Trinidad and Tobago, the last island in the Caribbean archipelago. It's somewhat of a speck really. But I digress. I have been bullied and beaten and abused in my life. But I intend to never allow this to define me. But I'd rather want to be someone inspiring. Someone that imprinted on the mind of people. I know it's a stretch from being some anonymous online blogger. But it's a goal.

See you later then. I've run out of things to add. Ciao.

Re-Vamp--Under A Caribbean Sky: Head First

This is the revamped version of Under A Caribbean Sky: Head First. I didn't like the last one. I think this one's a little more believable.

Hope you like this one.

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Under A Caribbean Sky: Head First



“Gabe!” Tina yodelled from the kitchen.

Gabe looked up from his book. When did she come in? “What?”

“You wanna come with?”

“Where will with be?”

“The shoot, it’s at the Piers. We’re having a party and everything, at the end of it. Do you want to go!”

Gabe looked up at the ceiling. A shoot? Tina never anyone to come with her to a shoot. And he was glad actually. The only thing he could think about was the people. Being a top model meant that Tina’s colleagues were the best of the best; great bodies, thin girls, carved boys. He'll just be in the way.

“I think so,” he replied.

“Whatever, I’m leaving,” Tina materialised in front his bedroom door, water bottle in hand.

Gabe looked up at his sister. She had clear light skin, long legs and enough curves so that she did not look flat. She had a very attractive face and hazel eyes with flecks of grey in them. Pencil thin eyebrows arched over them. Her mop of red-brown curls fell perfectly around her face. She was perfect—for modelling.

He on the other hand had a pudgy stomach midsection that seemed to balloon out whenever he ate, thin arms, slightly knocked knees. And he wore glasses. He was not ugly but just a little awkward. Except when he smiled. Then he was cute. Or so his sisters said. But they were supposed to say things like that, they were his sisters.

She waited for another reply.

“They’re gonna have all these great looking people there.” Of course she could never understand his intimidation. She looked awesome.

She sucked her teeth and rolled her eyes at him. With a whip of her curly hair she whirled around and disappeared.

Gabe looked up at his closet. Tina had brought him some beach shorts last week, maybe he could wear those.

“Is your friend’s Puka Shell necklace in the car still?”

“Yes,” she said sounding further down the hall.

“I’m coming!” Gabe pelted off his bed, and tore off his clothes as he shot into the bathroom.

He put the shower on full blast. He yelped as the ice-cold water punched him. He looked up at water heater. The red light was not on. So be it. He grabbed the bar of soap from the soapdish and swiped it through his armpits, nether regions and then his stomach: high sweat areas. He screwed the tap off and flew out of the bathroom and grabbed the towel before sliding across the tile floor. He skated back into his room and threw on his clothes.

He heard the car start up outside just as he pulled his iPod’s earphones from the wrinkled mess of a bed sheet he had rolled up on the ground.

Beep! Beep!

"Just now," he muttered to himself.

He darted out of his room, slipped on his beach slippers that were flung in the hallway as usual. He fell down on the messy dining table and grabbed the housekeys from the small container in the centre and his iPod lying near it.

Gabe ran out of the house and began locking up the front door when his hand brushed past his pocket and felt his cell phone was not there.

“Tina! I’ve got to get my cell!” he shouted to the blue Mazda Familia in front of the gate ouside.

A hand emerged from the window with his BlackBerry in it.

He continued locking up. He plugged the earphones into his ear and began walking to the gate.

When he got into the car he shook his head at his sister and put his hand out for his phone.

She gave a little chuckle and zoomed off.

“Where’s the...” he pointed to his neck.

She pointed to the backseat.

He curled over his seat. “Please clean up your back seat,” he sighed as he poked through the haphazard covering of notebooks and photocopies.

“My car,” she said in a singsongy voice, “I’ll do what I want.”

He found it. Next to it was a shining new pair of aviator sunglasses. He took them both up.

“Buckle up,” Tina said to as she slowed.

He turned around and put his seatbelt on. She looked across and laughed.

“What?”

“Can you even see in those?” Tina said looking at the sunglasses he was now putting on.

“I’m ignoring you.” he said forcing a smile to stop from surfacing.

She shook her head and turned onto the highway.

“So how come you want me on this shoot.”

“I could drop you back home,” she looked back at him, “that’s if you want to.”

“Whatever,” Gabe rolled his eyes, “So it’s us and the beautiful people. Or the white people.”

“Gabe we are not gonna do that when we reach there now,” Tina looked across at her brother.

She knew about the general attitude the people of East Trinidad had toward the people from the West, generally the Whites. Antagonism.

“Easy for you to say, you’re half.”

Gabe and Tina weren’t really blood-related. Tina and her sister had been adopted by the Heathrows when her father threw them out.

It was true, most of Tina and her sister’s life was spent in the West. Her mother was half-white and her father had some white heritage. The Heathrows were your typical mixed family. The children had curly hair and brown skin. So there had been some clashing of the worlds at the beginning but that had settled down now.

“These people are my friends and my colleagues. So I need you to be totally friendly with them for me, please.”

“Aren’t most of your friends like really rich?”

“And bored,” she muttered at the side of her mouth.

“Rich and bored,” Gabe said, “That’s not a good combination is it?”

“Yeah. Especially when you have a lot of money to spend on that boredom, which makes some of them very dangerous. So I really want you to stay away from some of them.”

“You want me to stay away from them but you plunging me head first into the group? Nice.”

Tina looked at her brother as she slowed at the traffic stop. She bit her lip.

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Was it good? Comment. Feedback is good for the soul. :)

There's another one coming later. It will be sufficiently juicy. =3.

Word.

Next week I will be posting another chapter of Head First but I wanna re-edit the existing chapter. I just read it over and was NOT satisfied.

Jeez I sounded so amateur. Blehh.

Aaaaaanyways. I'll be posting another chapter of this wild ride. I think you'll like it very much. I mean I do. So I'm hoping you will too. Okayses. See y'all later. And remember: Say NO To Drugs, Get Tested and Stay Cute. ^_^

Deuce.

Note from your friendly writer

Hey what's up guys. It's me again. I know that I have been really careless with writing again. But I'm really not getting that much incentive to. Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr. :( Come on guys comment at least on one story. Please. I need to know if you guys like my blog or not. I really like to have some feedback even if you are a one-time visitor. I need to see if I'm doing good or shitty. I don't want to waste time pleading you all to comment so I'll go to something of more substance. Like Rihanna's awesome new album.

I can't get enough of What's My Name featuring Drake. I love her an her stunning red hair. But is it just me or are more people using these hot dance beats. Do you like it or not?

Just some new stuff. I promise I'll upload some more stories in the next week. Don't punish me jut yet. XD. Heck Christmas is coming soon maybe I'll do one for the season be a little festive. Whaddya think? :D.

In the mean time be cute and latez.

Oh na na <3

A New One

This one has been edited and re-edited and re-edited for a trillion times. Now I know I promised some new series but I have a lot of things on my plate. Depression and teenage life do not go well hand in hand. But we strive everyday.

However I am posting this story up. It was in fact one of my first stories I actually wrote. It was inspired by a guy I had a crush on. 'Tis SAD. I know. I tweaked his character a bit. He is into sport but not into boxing. He just watches boxing a lot.

Sigh

If you were mine. A guy could wish right. Smile.

Anywho this is the story I hope you enjoy.

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Party Drama


I stared into his brown eyes. They were close enough to notice the pugilistic steeliness in them. They were genuine, unflinching. It wasn’t a joke. And he wasn’t drunk.

“Aaron?” I choked.

I almost fell back as I nervously forced out the question behind the lump forming in my throat. A strong hand caught the small of my back. I melted into it.

He bit at his lips as he alternated his brown eyes from my eyes to my lips.
Uncomfortable, I tried squirmed out of his arm. But his grip locked around me, his fingers securing it on my ribs.

I could feel his breath as he lowered his lips onto mine. They locked. His heavy body pushed mine onto the cold dusty ground. He slid his arm from under me. A hard hand caught one of my dangling legs and pulled it around his waist. I felt a hard lump rub slowly between my legs.

I groaned and pulled my lips away. Our eyes met again for a moment.

“I promise I won’t,” he said, half-pleading to continue kissing.

“No, Aaron,” I pushed him off, “What are you doing? Your boxing?”

“Don’t think about that?” he shoved himself at me.

“No,” and turned my face away.

Warm, wet lips met my neck. They kissed it and kissed again then again going further down my neck every time.

“Aaron, you can’t be gay,” I managed to gasp in the intimacy of the moment.

The kissing stopped and then he slowly rose off me.

I propped myself on my elbows. I peered over the ledge it was a little way down but substantial enough to cause damage after abruptly ending the descent with the concrete floor waiting below.

Aaron slid off the ledge and caught the ground with his feet like Spiderman.

“Aaron,” I called, he began walking away.

I knew how badly it would jeopardise his boxing career. There were no gay boxers. I hardly knew him. All I knew about him was from my friend who knew him. She just invited me as her plus one because her boyfriend broke up with her. And I wanted to go to a party for the longest while since my newly gotten independence.

I hated drama.

The party had now moved to the pool that was peeking through the brushes adjacent to the deck. The night was rolling over into morning and I had gone over to the ledge of the elevated deck where the party had begun to get away from the noise.

Party noises floated all the way over here, I could still hear that the party still life. The laughs were louder now, the topic of the jokes were slowly slipping into mundane silliness brought about by a burgeoning alcohol-fuelled buzz.

I sighed and tried to get over the fact that the first time I would kiss a guy was spoiled by my own damned self. And the worst part was that he was so good looking.

In the distance, I saw him peel off his shirt and throw it in the basin that welcomed people to the poolside. His dark skin was tantalising. He looked back at me just before he disappeared behind the brushes that cordoned off the pool area from the massive hill mansion.

“Ayo.”

I tore my eyes away and snapped around just before I saw Aaron put his finger on his lips. I looked up. It was Yates, Aaron’s manager. Then I turned back to catch a glimpse of Aaron disappearing into the pool area.

“Yates!” the words shot out of my mouth. My body started to tremble. I forgot he had been inside.

I shot up to my feet hoping as I did it would block Yates from seeing Aaron disappearing into the poolside.

Yates, draped with a sleeping robe, was standing outside the deck’s large glass sliding doors. On his right hand his small finger was studded with a massive gold ring, quite reminiscent of those celluloid Mafiosos.

He looked around. The mansion was his. This party for Aaron and his championship win.

“Great party, huh?”

I shook my head.

"Aren’t you going to the pool?” his eyebrows rose, as he brought the drink in his hands to his lips.

“Yeah,” the images of Aaron’s warmth and his body pressing close to mine were immediately erased. Exorcising them brought some kind of relief to the building guilt that was stifling my entire body.

“Well go on, boy,” his tone was rough.

I turned off at the order and began to descend the stairs when his next words hooked me like an unsuspecting fish nibbling on the free lunch that had just infiltrated his part of the pond only to be yanked out of the water and into death.

“I told him to stop fooling around with boys. You did something brave there, youth.
Since he became superstar nobody could tell him no.”

The words were seemed like inconsequential words hanging on an individual nonsensical thread. Even after Yates returned inside with a goodnight I was still frozen, one foot on the last step I’d stepped down from and the other on the next.

Minutes flew past me in my stupor.

“I thought you were going.”

Dripping wet, glistening dark skin, tall, defined and toned, Aaron stood drying himself at the bottom of the stair.

“Yates—“

“Yates told you,” he turned his face up in a frown.

One bare foot took the first step then he slowly made his ascent toward me. He shook his head and looked down on the floor. I couldn’t stop my hand as it came up to his face. I caressed his cheek.

“How long’d you know?”

He swallowed and breathed in hard, and then he grabbed my leg up and with amazing strength lifted me off the ground and slammed me into the wall. He shoved his lips onto mine forcing me to open mine. A hot wet tongue penetrated my mouth, coaxing an eagerly waiting one to slide past it.

He locked our fingers and brought them up above my head. His hand left them and trailed down my sides as he freed my hands I wrapped them around his wide shoulders and neck as much as I could and felt his hands invade my jeans. They grabbed my butt as he thrust himself into me softly. I wrapped my legs around his waist and felt his hard erection stab my crotch. He unzipped it as I bit my bottom lip.

He looked boldly into my eyes and grinned as he tore off my belt and tore open my crotch. His other hand hiked up my shirt and snapped off each button. When he was finished it joined the other one on its conquest of my groin and pulled down my briefs.

His hands moved to his own pants. A hard totem sprung up as it was let out from its silken prison. He bit his lips and whispered, ‘Like it?’, with a cheeky smile.
I nodded sheepishly and he shoved his face into mine thrusting his eager tongue down my throat. I knew that all he could think about was where he could put that hungry monster between his hard thighs.

He pulled my pants off and then my briefs. I grasped tighter around his neck and shoulder waiting from the painful breaching.

It came. I tore from his lips and got ready to scream but was covered by a quick hand.

He rammed it deeper into me without a care. It was only now did I realised what I’d gotten myself into as I watch at him anxiously dart his eyes here and there scoping for any intruders that might reveal our little tryst.

He turned back at me. Tear-filled eyes looked back at him. The pain was immense yet still inside me was a feeling that was indescribable I’d never felt it before. Was it pleasure?

He let his hand free slowly then pulled my head into his neck.

“Scream there,” he commanded as he savagely knifed me with his penis.

He passed his hands over places I hadn’t known was erogenous. My taut nipples felt a pinch that sent roaring waves of pleasure across my chest. I released my buried face and looked into the night sky and let out a gasp as a familiar feeling came then intensified beyond anything I’d ever felt. My ears felt like they’d pop.

Aaron let out an animal grunt, tightening his grip on my thighs. He looked into my eyes then pulled himself out.

He lowered my feet onto the ground as we caught our breaths. Something cold and wet drained down the side of my leg.

Aaron took up the towel and cleaned up the small mess on his rippling abs. Then he kissed me as he wiped up the mess between my legs. Inside was on fire, but his embrace abated the pain somehow.

Then the kisses stopped and I found myself redressed; weakly sliding down the wall as
I watched him ascend the stairs. For a moment there was silence then I saw light click on and dash across the deck illuminating the ground. Then there was screaming. Something fell with a crash and then Aaron flew past me.

Weak, I looked at him run past and tried to get up. Then I looked up the stairs.
Yates’ steely gaze froze me. He looked down in disgust as if he’d known what Aaron had done.

Then I felt it, the guilt, it was like I had been violated—raped.

“Drew,” I heard a familiar voice call out.

I was halfway over the ground, half-stooping over the stairs. It was Nora.
“You ready?” she asked with a furrowed brow looking up at Yates.

“Yeah,” I said forcing a speedy recovery. I quickly straightened up and looked at the bottom of the stairs.

Nora was in for a treat for the drive back home.

It can happen to you.

Hi my name is Jayden. I’m eighteen. I live in a fairly ‘normal’ middle-class suburban neighbourhood. I am racially ambiguous, almost representative of the common demographic.

I lost my virginity this evening. It was exhilarating to say the least. My partner and I had been in a relationship for three years. We had the expected ups and downs, relationship-wise. But today we were all alone. We started kissing and then it became something else. I trusted him.

Some would say I’m late. Others may say I’m sinful. But I say I’m stupid, because I didn’t know that my partner of three years was HIV Positive.

It can happen to anyone.

Get tested.