Thursday, October 29, 2009

5 Years in the Making

He knows that I want him. He knows that I fantasize about him every night. But he continues to play GAMES!

I've known him for five years. Five long years. You could call him my first 'boyfriend'. We talked on the phone every night and did ALMOST everything that high school couples do. We never had sex, however. We were both young, and the relationship failed, as do many gay relationships. We fell out several times but always managed to end up back in each others lives.

Fast forward FIVE YEARS. We're both older and know exactly what we want in life. He has grown into a sexy, confident, educated man dipped in chocolate, and I'm older, wiser, and sexier than I was five years ago. He's about 5'7 with a nice, toned body, and he stays on top of the fashion game...always wearing the hottest clothes and shoes. And he's in college...nothin turns me on like an educated brother...

I met him on campus one day...he told me he wanted to talk. I picked him up and we drove around the city.

He had on a pair of black fitted jeans, a white v-neck t-shirt, a black biker jacket, and a pair of black dunks.

"You turnin Gothic on me?" I asked as he slid into the passengers seat.

"Fuck outfit is on point nigga!" he said as he closed the door. He looked at me and smiled. His outfit was definitely hot, but I wasn't about to let him know that. He glanced at my lap and licked his lips.

"See somethin you like?" I asked with a devilish grin. In the five years that we have known each other he has never seen my dick but I could tell from his expression that he was intrigued, and my manhood started growing.

"Nigga stop. I called you because I want to talk" he said, keeping his eyes on my lap.


Sinful thoughts started racing through my head as I entered the freeway. I imagined him unbuckling my pants and pleasuring me as I drove 70 mph. I imagined myself pulling over and tearing out his insides in the back seat. I took a deep breath.

"You alright?" he asked as he grabbed my thigh.

Hell naw I wasn't alright! I was horny as fuck and plotting how I was gonna fuck this dude tonight...but I wasn't about to show that. I had to be calm, cool, and collected.

"Yeah I'm good. I hope you don't think I'm fallin for this 'I need to talk to you' bullshit. You tryna get some of this dick!"

"Boy I don't want you" was what he said as his hand moved closer to my piece. I was rock hard and ready to go, but I held my composure.

"Where are we going?" he asked.

"You'll see...just sit back and enjoy the ride."

We pulled up to my house about 15 minutes later. We walked inside, sat down on the couch, and I offered him a drink. I poured some Grey Goose into a glass and mixed it with a little cranberry juice. He took the glass from my hand and started sipping.

"Ooooh this is good...where did you learn how to make drinks?"

"From ya mama"

I laughed as I went to the room to change. I jumped in the shower for a quick second, then put on some black basketball shorts and a wife beater, and sprayed a little Jean Paul Gaultier on my chest. JPG makes the draws come off instantly!!!

I walked back into the kitchen and poured him another drink. He started loosening up and getting affectionate.

"I thought you wanted to talk?" I whispered in his ear as I rubbed his thigh. He looked at my shorts and he could tell that I was on hard. He looked me in the eyes, then looked back down at my lap.

"Are you gonna play with it or just stare at it?" I asked as I pulled my dick from my shorts. I was 10.5 inches, cut, and READY.