Michael left the room to give us some privacy. Lionel stood in front of me for a few minutes shifting his weight from side to side every few seconds.
Finally, he held out the roses. "I'm sorry." I knew his apology was genuine, but it seemed like every time I turned around he was sorry for something.
"I don't think we should do this again." I told him
"Do what?"
"Get back together. You're going to hurt me again, I know that. You always do." I reached out for the roses and he handed them to me without a word. I smelled the roses and they smelled fresh and vibrant. "Thanks for the flowers, that was nice of you, and I accept your apology, but I think it's time for you to leave." He remained silent. "Say something."
"You're not going to get rid of me that easily." He closed the space between us and got down on his knees in front of me. "You want me and I want you. It's that simple."
"No, it's" He cut me off with his lips and I couldn't help it, I kissed him back. His lips were soft and yummy and oh, just oh. His tongue felt like home as it wormed around in my mouth. I was unaware of my body moving, but my legs must have opened because his body was pressed firmly against mine and his hands were rubbing up and down my back. My arms were hooked under his armpits and my hands were pulling down on his shoulders pulling him closer in to me. I couldn't deny how I felt. I can't explain it, he's just right for me. I need to love him the same way I need air to breath. He's just. Oh sweet Jesus! Why do I hunger for this man so much? I can't imagine a future without his luscious lips in it. Oh damn, I got it bad. I can't even stay mad at him. What was I saying before he kissed me? I don't remember. Were we fighting? I don't even care anymore. I was lost in thoughts about us until I felt some wetness sliding down my chin. Was I crying? I opened my eyes and broke the kiss. I smiled when I realized that it wasn't me. It was him. He was crying.
He leaned his forehead against mine and stared deep in to my soul as he said, "I love you."
I wanted to tell him that I loved him, too, but something inside me made me hold back. "I know you do."
"Come home with me." He looked like he needed me as much as I needed him.
I opened my mouth to tell him no, but my voice had a mind of its own and a weak, "Yes." came out instead. He smiled as he moved back a little to give me some breathing room. Something hit the floor. We both looked down and I almost died from laughter when I saw the squished bouquet of roses on the floor. We're such idiots, how could we forget about the roses? I guess we had better things to think about.
"There's that smile I love so much," he said as he traced his finger across my bottom lip. It tickled a little, making me smile even more. I felt giddy. I knew it was a golden moment. I snapped a picture in my mind and said a little prayer that I would remember that moment forever because it was perfect.
He stood up and held out his hand for me. I took it and I stood up next to him. I didn't expect it, but he pulled me in to a hug. "I know nothing is settled, and I know we still need to talk about a few things, but let's wait until tomorrow because right now feels too good to mess up with words." His whispering voice spread hot air in to my ear and I felt like passing out from pure excitement when he kissed my ear and gave it a little lick with his tongue. He was right two times tonight, I wanted him and this moment was too good.
I pushed away from him and said, "Let me say goodbye to Michael and grab my stuff."
"Okay, but don't be gone long," he said as he gave me a peck on the lips. I turned and walked to Michael's bedroom door. When I got to the door, I turned to look at Lionel and he was staring at me with the most adorable smile on his face. My heart felt all warm and full. I knocked on Michael's door and he opened it. He had some jazz music playing really low.
He looked at the smile on my face and said, "I take it you're leaving." I giggled and shook my head `yes,' then I laughed at myself for giggling. "My how your mood has changed." Michael told me as I walked in his room to get my stuff.
He was right, I had done a complete 180. Less than thirty minutes had passed since I was upset with Lionel, and I was acting like all was forgotten. Such is the way with love, I guess. My angry exterior wilted away to nothing the second I saw him standing there with the flowers. I tried to hold out and be upset for as long as I could, but I didn't last very long.
I grabbed my bag and thanked him for being there for me. "That's what friends are for. You don't have to thank me for that, because you know you're always welcome here. Now get your shit and get out." His smile and joking tone let me know that he was messing with me. I smiled at him before I turned to walk out. He followed Lionel and I to the door and locked it behind us. Lionel and I walked down the hallway, out of the building and up to the bus stop with Lionel's arm around my shoulder. Our closeness should have made it obvious that we were more than friends. Even thinking about it now makes me smile. We got back to our dorm room and we settled for spooning in my bed.
The next day, Lionel went with me when I went to the health clinic to get tested. When the results came in, they confirmed that I had Chlamydia, well a chlamydial infection in the rectum to be exact. Talk about being uncomfortable in the doctor's office. How embarrassing. Anyway the doctor gave me a choice of a single dose of azithromycin or a week of doxycycline, taking it twice daily. I picked the azithromycin. I had to go back in and get tested later to make sure I was clear and I was, so it was time to celebrate with Lionel.
Months of barely touching were about to come to an end and there was only one thing I had on my mind. You would think getting an std from him would slow me down, but I couldn't stop myself. I wanted to feel that big black dick inside me again. I physically ached to have him fuck me. The all clear from the doctor was like an early Christmas present. Lionel and I had a home game that night. He started and I came off the bench, but it was all good. Our team won, he was the leading scorer, and I had the most assists. I couldn't complain.
We went to the basketball after party at some nearby house. It was fun as hell. We were drinking and joking around with the guys from the team and dancing with a bunch of fine ass girls, which only served to make me even hornier. I was dancing with this one girl and she was grinding up on me something fierce. I mean damn! Her ass was soft and big and she knew how to work it as she took my dick to places I didn't know it go on the dance floor. I finally reached a point when I couldn't take anymore. I was hard as a rock. I excused myself from the dance and went to find Lionel. I found him in the kitchen drinking a beer and talking to some chick. I walked over to him and grabbed his arm. "We need to go." I told him.
"Give me a sec." he said.
"We need to go now!" I told him as I pulled his arm. He looked in my eyes and I swear he understood what I meant. He almost killed himself trying to get up out the chair. He jumped up so fast you would have sworn someone lit a fire under his ass.
He turned to the girl and said, "Sorry, babe, but I gotta go." He didn't even wait for her response. We were gone in a flash. We almost raced back to our dorm. The elevators were on the 10th floor and there was no time to wait. We went running up the stairs and Lionel tripped over his own feet and fell when we were almost to our floor. I had to laugh.
He jumped up and said, "Keep laughing."
"I'm sorry. Are you okay?" I managed to ask between laughs. I was standing at the top of that flight of stairs so he walked up to me.
He leaned towards my ear and said, "You might want to save your energy because I'm going to wear that ass out." The laugh was followed by a little smile and then I just stood there as he ran up the next flight. "Come on!" I heard him shout from the top of the stairs.
I ran behind him and when we reached our floor we burst through the door and almost knocked over a group of girls. Lionel had his keys in his hand and he opened the door and we both ran inside. He closed the door and locked it and walked to his computer. He had his back turned to me as he made a playlist, so I kicked off my shoes, ripped my clothes off and hopped on his bed and waited for him to catch up. "Hurry up," I told him.
He turned to look at me and had to do a double take when he saw that I was naked. "You're so romantic," he said.
"I know," I said with a smile on my face. His eyes worked their way down my body before focusing on my hardon. I swear he licked his lips. He pushed the power button on his speaker and music came blaring out. The sound of rap filled the room. I wished it was some smooth love making music like r&b, but two guys locked in a room listening to sex songs probably wouldn't go over too well for our cover. The rap music was good enough though, because he picked ones that had good hard beats and lyrics that made you want to fuck something.
He took off his clothes and shoes and walked his naked chocolate ass over to me. I was leaking with anticipation. He leaned his face towards mine and stopped just short of contact. I moved my head up so I could kiss him. He pulled his head back, teasing me. I grabbed the back of his head with my right hand and pulled his face to mine. Our lips touched and I felt a tingle shoot though my whole body. Our kiss became more passionate and just when I thought I would cum from just kissing him, he pulled back. He leaned forward and whispered in my ear, "Let's do this right." He nicked my ear a little with his teeth. I forgot how much I liked that. He was still standing, so he jumped in the bed next to me and proceeded to gently trace his fingers over the front of my body. Each touch was electric. By the time he worked his way to touching my dick, I had to stop him because I was afraid I would cum. He leaned over and blew hot air in my ear and whispered, "Go ahead and cum, you'll last longer when you fuck me." I was about to shoot right then, the thought of fucking him was pushing me over the edge. He started blowing hot air all over my neck before he sucked on it a little, then he blew hot air over my left nipple and attacked it like a rabid dog. He was sucking on it with such force that for a second I thought he might get some milk out of it. I felt the back of his hand slide down my stomach and then, he opened his hand and wrapped it around my dick. Two pumps and I was gone. I came with a grunt. I looked in his eyes and they were smiling back at me. Damn, he was good.
He gave me a few seconds to calm down before he climbed on top of me and started kissing me. His big dick was stabbing at my flesh, begging to enter somewhere. "Fuck me." I told him. He didn't need much convincing. He took his fingers and started warming me up for the real thing. When he thought I was ready, he got some lube and a condom. How ironic I thought. When I didn't know what he had, I let him do me without a condom, and now that I know he's clean, he's using a condom. I watched him put the condom on and line up at my entrance.
"You sure about this?" he asked.
"Fuck yeah," I told him. Seconds later he was pushing his way inside me. I thought I shot fast, but damn, he barely lasted three minutes. He came much faster than last time.
"Sorry," he said as he rolled off of me.
"It's okay," I assured him.
"I was thinking about you fucking me and it was too much for me I guess. I didn't know you had such an effect on me," he gave me a small smile as he pulled me close to him so we could cuddle for a few minutes. About five minutes later, he said, "So, you ready for your turn?" He had a mischievous grin on his face.
"You mean it?" I asked him.
"Yes, now fuck me." He laughed.
"I hope I'm as good as you."
"Anything you do will be great. Just be gentle, because I'm a virgin." We both started laughing hysterically. It sounded so wrong for him to say he was a virgin, because he was far from that. He was a male slut, but technically he was a virgin to what I was about to do to him. I was about to make him mine in the same way that he made me his. Once he gave himself to me, we would be equal in our relationship.
I was surprised to find that I was still hard. I tried to follow the same techniques that he did on me, thinking that he must like them. I bit his nipple and he let out the most erotic moan I have ever heard. I warmed him up with my fingers before preparing for my first ever male fuck. In a sense, we were both losing our virginity. I put on a condom after I lubed him up and I fucked him for twenty minutes while he moaned beneath me. I felt him stiffen up and he came, causing me to come as his ass muscles contracted. I rolled to the side and we both stopped to catch our breath.
"I love you," he said.
"I love you, too," I said.
"That was good, but don't get any ideas. I'm not a bottom," he told me with a smile. We both laughed and I snuggled up in his arms. The music was still playing in the background and I hoped that he didn't have the playlist on repeat. That was the last thought I had before I fell asleep in his arms, content with a night of passionate love making.
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