Intense Emotions
...I met up with Prince in his complex by Lenox Square mall. He had just gotten out the shower so he was draped in a grey hoodie and sweatpants. The hood of the swearter over the rim of his head causing his eyes to stand out so beautiful in the street light. He had two puppies which were absolutely adorable, that walked free spiritedly by his side.
We entered his large apartment. Naturally thoughts of my own flashed into my head. My old living room, bedroom and bath, I was so self-sufficient before my promotion. Now I start making a little more money and I have no control over it. I miss the old me. The me before the entertainment, the me before the promotion...the me that was humble.
Anyhow, I showered and after teasing the pups for a little while I joined Prince in the bed. The room dark with a hint of light from a stereo display, Prince and I laid together. He layed with his back toward me. He had taken his hoodie off and in the darknes his light complexion still stood out. His back is strong and sexy. I leaned in to kiss his back--his skin was so soft.
He kept his sweats on for the time being, he wore nothing underneath. He press his ass up against my piece as we layed. I wrapped my arms around him, kissing his bare shoulder. We were quiet. The pups played about the room in the darkness and you could hear their nibbling on some toy or something. I only hoped it was my shoes--and it wasn't.
Prince turned around to face me. It was then that it had begun. He kissed me intensively. As if with every emotion in him and I could feel it. I could feel his soul so to speak. If he hadn't wanted before he certainly NEEDED me last night. He pulled me on top of him where our manhoods were laying flat on top of each other--hard as rocks. We began to grind and kiss longer and harder.
Prince removed his sweatpants revealing his beautifully crafted peice. His body art--thighs strong and with full form, his piece protruded into the darkness. Prince helped me remove my satin pajama pants that seemed to slide on the floor effortlessly. We began to grind on one another some more. This time our moans intensified.
"I wanna feel you inside of me." He whispered. My heart began to pound with desire and fear at the same time. My fear of sex started to come back. Especially after all that has happened. As if i was watching a mental movie I saw the details of my entry "The Sight Of Blood." But then I thought about who it was that I was in bed with and how long I wanted to be in this position.
"So what's the problem?" I asked as I burned with passion.
"I don't have a condom." He confirmed what I was thinking. Sex without condom could have to detrimental results, especially for me. I don't know what he's gone through but I do know what I've been through and I'm not shooting for a 6th time but the 7th times the charm--7 deadly sins--and if you want to be religious about it "7" is the number of completion. If I reach 7 times of contracting that disease there's not telling what the 7th infection would bring--HIV/AIDS and ultimately death.
But then I remembered. I had a condom in my bag. In the darkness I practically flew off the bed to my tote bag that sat in the corner to retrieve the condom. I got it and slowly unwound it around my nine inches. Prince provided the lube. With my cock moistened and his entry way soaked, I slowly made my way in.
He moaned with pain and pleasure. I know how it feels so I let him guide me in and I let him control the rate of thrust until he would slowly put me back in control once my dick had sucessfully contoured with his hole. The sound of sex was in the air. The wetness felt good, him in my arms felt good, his kiss, his touch, his love, it all felt good.
It made me wonder why God so despises homosexuality. Why he would hate for a man or woman to be happy with who they are when He's the one who made them that way?--made us that way. I don't get it. The intense emotion that passed between Prince and I last night was beautiful and to top it off prior to my entrance into his round light colored buns, we did my favorite position of them all. It's the oral for oral position.
He sucked my dick, while I ate him out. And he's bare in that area and the aroma was that of a body oil and the smell of my cock was that of dove soap as I had showered prior to the encounter. It made me quiver from head to toe. I wanted to make love with him but I had started to feel like we were having nothing more than sex. I guess it's because it wasn't what I had expecfed from Prince. But that's what I got. He got him in his entirety and it was explosive.