Sitting in the darkness of my apartment, listening to the sounds of my roommate's boyfriend snoring while sleeping off his beer mixed with the sound coming from the television as I viewed "The English Patient," this memory that I'd once forgotten was revived back to life. Like a Phoenix anew, the memory came soaring back into the front part of my thoughts, completely blocking out any visual or auditory sensations from the movie. Perhaps I should stop watching sappy, sad love stories.
*Beep beep*
My mobile peaked my interest as boredom had set in while in the midst of a television marathon. A sly smile crept across my face I read the text that asked what I was doing, and "I want to see you." Frantically, I rushed to the bedroom to pick out a suitable outfit that would make me look my best. After option number 3, I freshened up and stared at the reflection in the mirror. 'This is probably the best it's gonna get,' as I decided to finish and head toward my enjoyment for the night. Driving there takes 25 minutes, which seems to be a mere second in the time of life, but the thoughts and hopes racing through my mind were running like a bullet searing through my brain made it seem a multiplied amount.
After rapping on his door, the deadbolt was released and he opened the door with a new feistiness in his eyes. Before the door was even closed, his masculine arm reached around the small of my back, and pulled me up to his mouth as he pressed his warm soft lips on mine. He then grabbed my hand and pulled me toward the sofa, where I heard noises from the television, but paid no attention to anything other than the beautiful man staring at me. Sitting down, I decided to take the position of straddling, as I was quite pleased to his reaction.
The time flew by yet seemed to stand still. He kissed my neck softly on both sides, then focused a more intent, stern kiss on my left carotid. My body went limp as electricity shot through my entire body, making my every cell seem to explode with a tingling sensation, much how I imagine shooting heroine feels. My head rested upon his hard shoulders for what seemed to be 30 minutes for my body, but in reality it was more like 30 seconds.
"Would you like some wine?" He proposed.
"Duh."
We opened the bottle together, still yet to manage a distance between some sort of embrace. Cabernet Sauvignon flowed as we continued to cuddle and talk while "watching a movie."
Suddenly, my spidey senses noticed a change in demeanor, and I knew that my favorite part of the night was on the rise. After putting down wine glass, I leaned in to kiss him, and he pulled his face back playfully.
"Oh, you're not gonna kiss me, bitch? It's on!"
The routine that follows varies between wrestling, kissing, holding the other down, flipping top to bottom, kissing, and more kissing. In this time I always feel like a giddy child, finally getting the piece of candy he's been begging for for days. Like I'm in a movie that I finally understand because the movie was written for me, and I want to watch it every day.
We move to the bed after the clothes have been removed, and we are wrapped so completely in each other that it seems as if we're trying out for "The Human Centipede 3." Hands and mouths collide with each others as we grasp and pull to somehow try to get close to one another. In attempt to better reach what I want, I slide my hips between in his strong thighs. My mouth plunged into his as if he were going to suck the soul right out of me, and I ran my tongue down his strong body, finding the pressure points of his neck, his well defined chest. Slowly, I stroked and flicked his nipples with my tongue, making good use of my beard to change the stimulations. Moaning with pleasure, his legs were wrapped tightly around my back, controlling the movement of my hips as our throbbing cocks were rubbing each others.
Suddenly, almost without even knowing what happened, he lifted my entire and I was sitting on his chest. Slowly, he caressed the head of my penis with his mouth before engorging almost the entirety inside. Tossing my head back with a sigh of pleasure, I reveled in the waves of passion that passed through my body.
It's time, I cannot take it anymore. I slip back between his thighs and look deep into his eyes before caressing his face with my lips. My hips rock against his as my dick massages the entry to his ass. Suddenly, without knowing how or where it came from, I felt him grab me from the side, jerking and pulling myself inside him. A surge of electricity shot through me like fireworks exploding in my brain as I heard him moan in desire, telling me how great I felt inside as we no longer were two separate people.
The temperature in the room heightens as sweat glistens on our bodies, combining bodily fluids as we grind and enjoy each other. The breathing gets heavier, and the sounds get louder until finally I feel an explosion beneath me. He kisses me like never before, like he would die if my mouth was removed from his, as if I were his life support. I let myself go to enjoy this passionate embrace, and feel myself swell in excitement before finally unloading myself deep within. In a heap of exhaustion, we continue to kiss, as I am now laying on him with such force the fear of smothering him emerges.
Together we walk to the bathroom to clean up before sleep. I returned to bed while he finished, laying to the right side of the bed with my back facing the inside of the bed. Upon returning from the bathroom, he slid his muscular left arm beneath my neck, and grasped around me with his right arm, clasping my hand and shoving a leg between mine.
"I love holding you," he whispered. With immediate clarity, I understood the song "Died in Your Arms tonight," and I drifted off to sleep knowing there was no other place in the world I'd rather be.
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