Date: Fri, 06 Aug 2004 11:21:58 -0400
From: Sammie G <sum1plezzcall_911@hotmail.com>
Subject: Ladulcevida, chapter 6

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      This story is a continuation of Rain_On_Me
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Edited

		       LaDulceVida - The Sweet Life

			   Temperature's Rising

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I wanted to talk to him for the longest time and finally he was alone. Eric
walked past me, getting his duffel bag ready for the performance we were
putting on that night at Madison Square Garden. We had been awkward again,
not looking each other in the eye and usually going out of our way not to
speak to each other. I regretted acting the way I did that night. I wasn't
still angry at him, but it seemed like he would be angry at me.

"Eric..." I started to explain, not knowing how to apologize for what I was
feeling.

Suddenly Jay walked in the room and I could do nothing but look down and
stop talking. I didn't want Jay to hear what I was going to say to him. Jay
would only make something that should have been serious into just another
joke.

"Yes?" Eric asked.

"Never mind."

Suddenly I felt his hand, tugging at my arm and I turned to feel him next
to me, "No, go ahead. You had to talk to me about something?"

I looked him in the eyes wanting to start, but not sure whether I should
say it in front of Jay and all. It was one of those things that you spent a
lot of time thinking on what you were going to say, but by the end of the
day you figured nothing out.

"Well I gotta talk," I heard Jay interrupt once again, "To both of you."

"What about?"

"Did any of you get paid for that performance in Nassau Coliseum?"

"No," Eric answered.

"That concert was sold out. Why haven't we been getting paid? This whole
time there has been nothing..."

Thinking over it Jay was right. I mean, he would have known more than all
of us. He had been waiting for payment for a long time now. I was the only
one that still had money from our first advance payment, which I was saving
up for a motorcycle (don't ask). Eric and Jay were both flat broke with no
explanation. Nina or Ice never even mentioned it. When Irv Gotti came to
see us he didn't mention it much either. It had gotten real suspicious all
of a sudden.

"Jay, maybe we get paid at the end of the tour," Eric wondered.

"I dunno," Jay questioned, "All I'm saying is that I'm going to hire a
lawyer. I think we are being cheated."

He left the room and Eric followed behind him, both of them still
questioning where all our money was going. I couldn't care any less about
the money, but it really seemed to be bothering Jay. I sat in the room
thinking about Eric even more.

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The performance that night was a bit mediocre, basically because the crowd
had been so rowdy.  By the middle of Eric's hit song, about 50 girls found
their way past the barricades and onto the stage. It had happened before
but usually just not that quickly. It wasn't the last time something like
that was going to happen. Jay of course loved when it happened and he
struggled against the stage security to embrace his fans. Eric and I were
lifted up high above our heads and carried off stage by the muscular men.
The fans chased us up and down the stage until we got near the backroom. I
looked down and saw Ice, amongst the big confusion. He was probably the
biggest in the room. I gave him a look, trying to call out to him to get my
duffel bag and that expensive ass watch that I kept in a locker. I know he
didn't hear me through the crowd, but I also knew that he was known for
reading minds. He gave me a little nod as though he knew what I wanted and
then crossed into the next room to where the lockers were. I was carried
over some big guy's shoulder.

I found myself into the bus by the time I knew it. I was the first. Nina
walked in close after, her face wide with a smile that I really couldn't
understand. She had been cheering us on in the background the whole time. I
wondered how her little body had managed to get past the crowd and into the
bus so quickly though.

"You seem ok," Nina said laughing a little.  "Yeah, those securities seem
used to that sort of thing happening," I said, giving her a little grunt.

"You should too by now. Right?"

"I dunno. It isn't what I thought it would be like," I told her.

She probably knew what I meant because she had been with us the whole
entire time. The bus was big like a goddam castle, but it was hard waking
up feeling depressed, but then having to go out and perform your best. It
was all overwhelming at times.

"Perhaps...you need to find a comfort."

"What do you mean?"

"You may need something...or someone that takes your mind off of this job."

I saw Eric coming in all of a sudden, "She's right you know. Maybe you
should come out with Jay and I tonight. We are about to go hit those hot
New York clubs again."

"Nah. I'll pass on having sex with cheap groupies."

Eric laughed. They had gone out night after night and every night all they
could do was bring groupies to have sex with. By the time Jay had FINALLY
come back to the bus we were going to the Marquis hotel around the block.

We checked into the large Marquis Hotel. It was beautiful. It was the type
of fancy hotels with the long red carpet that you would walk on when you
walked in. There were long pillars everywhere and expensive sculptures on
every side. Hype hadn't shown up though. He had given Jay some money for
the hotel. Nina, Ice and the rest of the entourage had to sleep in the
Hilton hotel around the corner because Hype didn't want our presence to be
too big in the Marquis, or the fans would know where to find us. Still, by
the time we got to the hotel, everyone from the bellboy to the hostess were
asking us for our autographs. I guess I was the mean one. I said no. Jay
jumped at the chance and Eric was so goddam nice that he signed for
everyone that asked. I hated fans...it was kinda strange. I wanted them to
buy my cds, but I hated everyone of them for being so goddam obsessive over
a bunch of boys fresh out of high school.

"Sirs, your suite is on the top floor."

The hostess gave us a room key and an elevator key. When we made our way to
the suite we saw that the three rooms were separated by a small living room
and a bathroom.  It was nice, to say the least. There was a balcony where I
could see the skyline of New York from.  If this wasn't the life...then I
didn't know what was.

"GOD, we have to go see the town!" Jay said, opening the balcony window and
peering down onto the street.

"Call Ice before you go," I warned him, knowing that the last time he went
out without Ice, he had almost been killed by screaming fans that caught
him in the middle of the street.

"What...you aren't coming?"

"Nah. I'm too tired to go party."

"Well, if you don't wanna go out to find a party, we'll bring the party
here!"

My mouth dropped open as I saw Jay run to the phone and begin to call
people up all at once. I looked at Eric almost like I was going to question
him but he just shrugged his shoulders innocently and gave me a little
laugh. I really wasn't in the mood at all. I was so goddam depressed. Eric
probably saw that and suddenly I heard him stop Jay. He whispered something
to him, something that I didn't hear. I knew he canceled the party. He was
sweet like that...

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They had gone out later on that night leaving me home alone in the
apartment. At first I thought about jerking off, but I knew that Jay had a
key and with my luck he would probably walk in as soon as I started. I
pulled out my keyboard and started to write a song. I don't know where it
had come from, but I recognized that the song was similar...if not almost
identical to the same exact song that Eric had written and our single
now. The melody was similar, so was the tempo. The lyrics were different
though almost contradicting Eric's. I had spent hours writing the lyrics,
not sure why I was wasting so much time on this one song and still not
wanting to put it down. By the third hour it was done. I looked down at the
sheet trying to see how far I had gotten with it.

The song was done and yet I didn't know what to name it. No words stuck out
and none were really repeated. Eric had called the first song, 'Life Isn't
Sweet.' I figured I would called this the 'Life isn't sweet remix'. This
new one wasn't so much about giving up. This new song was more about hope
and making the best of your time. I began to play it on my keyboard, while
the dark moon lifted over my head. The darkness around me took control as
my fingers went upon the keys. Such a sound came from the piano as I
remembered the first time Eric sang his melody to me. I was lost all of a
sudden, taken out of my confusing world of fame and popularity and brought
into a world full of love and passion. That was what I really wanted.

Images came into my head, that were all of Eric. It seemed like there was
sin in my being sincere.

"Can you touch me, once again.."

I was off key. I fixed the keyboard by the balcony so that I could look out
into the city before I started over. My voice was nervous as though I had
never sung before.

"Lady Lullaby; treat me a kiss goodnight Because when you kiss me right, I
reminisce A lullaby, the good in goodbye Until tomorrow lies, I'll never
lie..."

I continued watching the moon get full in the sky and shed light on my
sheet.

"Lady Lullaby, I promise every night that every night I'll be by your side
Your vivacious cologne Your serenating tone...  It'll rock me to
sleep...forever."

There was a creak in the door and suddenly I turned my around so quickly
that I tripped and fell down a few steps. I heard laughter all of a sudden
and noticed that Jay and Eric had come back.  Of course Jay hadn't come
back alone. He had this girl with him, this fine dark girl with curly
hair. She looked a little old to be a groupie, but by now I knew that
groupies came in all shapes and sizes. I couldn't believed that I had
cracked my ass in front of Eric or the strange new girl.  Jay stood there
laughing and I knew that he was drunk.

"Jay, shut up," I heard Eric say and came by my side, saying softly in my
ear, "I'm so sorry."

"It's ok. My fault."

Jay had already begun his little daily routine with the girl. He was
feeling all around her, touching her breasts, squeezing them as she moaned
in his ear. She was so fragile to him that him just kissing her was causing
her to groan loudly. I looked up at them and then at Eric.

"Jay..." he said.

Jay gave Eric a little laugh and then I saw him drunkenly carry off his
cheap model slut into the next room. My eyes followed the girl. Groupies
were so goddam cheap, especially when the guy was willing to be cheap with
them. One shot of hard liquor and her panties were coming off that night. I
wondered where Eric's little gift from New York was. Then I just figured he
probably didn't still have any because he was still hooked on that guy
Damien. He looked a little drunk, the smell was on his breath...I didn't
say anything though. He wasn't too drunk!  His eyes were a little red and
his cheeks were a little flushed which signaled he had a very busy night. I
tried to get up when I saw them leave, probably so that I could go get some
sleep and think about how to finish with the song. I fell back up as soon
as I tried to pull myself up by way of my keyboard. The keyboard fell and
so did the notes that I had on the song. I saw Eric quickly coming up over
me.

He touched me on my knee cap and made me lay back a little, "Calm down. I
know it hurts..."

"Look. I'm ok, really..."

"No your not," Eric told me, showing met the big bruise from where I hit my
knee, "C`mon, lets sit you up here so we can get that thing cleaned."

Before I could say anything I felt his strong arms wrapping around my torso
and lifting me with unbelievable strength. He put me up on the stool where
I had been playing the keyboard. I could see the stars and the cool wind
that was coming out from the balcony door.  The night was busy, I could
tell.

It wasn't one of those silent nights that you probably thought every living
person was cuddled up in a bed. This night, you knew there was still
motion. Eric being so tender with me like he usually was, I felt a
warmth. The only real masculine figure I ever had in my life came from
Jay. My real father was nothing but my mother's "bitch". In other words she
had the balls in the family and all he did was follow her around until she
got sick of him.  Having Eric now was almost...relieving...

"You know I heard the song. Well part of it at least," Eric said, when he
started to pick up my keyboard and place it on the cabinet, "It was
real...passionate."

I gave a little sneer, "Well I was just playing around with it. Nothing
serious..."

Eric looked down at the floor once again and I saw him pick up the pages of
notes I had written on that one goddam song. I felt almost flushed like how
Bill Clinton felt when he was caught in a lie. Eric's smile widened as I
saw his full straight white teeth giving me a smile.

"Nah, I think you got quite serious tonight."

"How about you?"

"How about me what?" Eric asked, flashing me a white smile and then
sticking his tongue out like he had drunk too much silly juice. He had
puppy dog eyes...

"Were you busy tonight?"

"Nah. I'll leave that to your cousin," Eric laughed, continuing to clean up
after me, "I guess I wasn't as into it as he was."

There were sudden moans. Like not the low type of moans, but the kind of
porno moans. They were coming Jay's room.

I could the girl calling out loudly, "FUCK ME!"

Then I could hear Jay's normal breathing that sounded like a goddam
trumpet.  I could imagine what position Jay had that girl in. I wondered if
he had her tied up. He was probably the type that would tie a girl up just
to bone her in her pussy. For some strange reason, the sudden loud shouts
were turning me on. I mean, you had to be sterile not to feel a hard on
from it. It was so loud that I was sure people from the next suite could
hear it as well.

Eric noticed. I mean, his head had jerked just like mine was by the first
time we heard the girl commanding Jay to "Dig his dick in her." Still he
played it off like it wasn't the loudest goddam moans that we ever heard in
our life. His face was serious as he licked his lower lip...I wondered what
he was thinking. I figured by now he was regretting he hadn't brought a
girl back.

"Hmm...you have any idea where I can find some ointment?"

"Ointment?" Don't ask! My mind was in the gutter by now.

Anyone's mind would be in the gutter because just at that moment Jay roared
out the most obscene thing that I ever heard in my life. It was so goddam
obscene that I felt a twinge in my dick.

"Yeah, like pain reliever ointment for that bruise."

"Look, I can take care of it," I interrupted, knowing that the pain wasn't
all that intense to begin with. It was the same scrape you get from
probably falling off a bike. I was a grown man now, I could handle it.

"Nah. It was my fault you got hurt," Eric told me and then looked down at
my bleeding knee, "I'll fix it...that's what friends do right? And you're
like my best friend."

"Yeah," I smiled and pointed towards my duffel bag, "I got some Bengay in
there."

"Good."

He walked away towards the door and I noticed the sound of the bed creaking
from Jay's room.  They were getting louder. Jay probably made the most
noise while having sex than any other straight guy I've heard, even the
emotional porn stars.

He kept telling her things like, "Take that you dumb slut" or "Bitch, you
like that don't you?" It was all basically demeaning stuff, but
none-the-less, I noticed myself being drawn into it. My dick was beginning
to twitch, not just twitch but like it was beginning to put on some
stiffness!

Suddenly I saw Eric coming back, "Jay's lucky. That girl really seems to
care about him."

"Jay. Nah, after tonight he will never see her again," I told Eric and he
nodded, trusting my experience in the matter.

"The sex is a lot better when you love the person."

"Seems just fine with you. I mean, you seem to be paying a lot of attention
to it."

"Hey!" Eric said and then suddenly cracked a smile, "Don't act like I'm the
only one."

He had bent down to my knee and sort of gave it a little touch before he
opened the Bengay. I squirmed, unsure if the sensation I got all of a
sudden was just because I was so horny or because of the pain. He was
correct about him not being the only one paying attention to them. It was
goddam stirring. The moans and the bed creaks! The dirty talking was
straight arousing! I was looking at the door when I felt Eric suddenly
touch my knee cap with the cold Bengay.  It was cold at first, so cold that
I had to grabbed his hand trying to pull it away.

"Sorry!" he said, his right hand giving my hand a little squeeze and then I
felt him blow on my knee cap.

It was the sweetest thing at first, warming up the cool spot. Slowly I
began to feel aroused. I wasn't the BEST person (which you should know by
now) to hide my arousal. My dick which was already trying its best to keep
hidden had suddenly began to arouse by the sound of Jay's slut calling Jay
her daddy and Eric blowing on my fragile knee.

"They are really going at it aren't they?" I asked, as Eric applied more of
the cold ointment onto my bruise.

He nodded and grabbed some of the wrapping tape to start wrapping up my
leg.

"Adrian, have you ever been with a girl?"

I paused completely taken back by the question. It DEFINITELY wasn't like
Eric to ask personal questions about me. He never seemed to really care
before. I looked at him, completely confused and a little taken back by the
question.

"Yeah. Have you?"

"Well yeah. But the thing is, it feels a whole lot different from being
with a guy," Eric said and wrapped my knee with the tape.

"Which you like better?"

"Well its strange. I had sex with two guys in my life. Damien and a guy
named Timothy. With Damien, it always felt right, but with Timothy...it
felt so..."

"Wrong?"

He shrugged his shoulders, quickly blowing it off before we could get into
it too much. He hated the sex with this Timothy guy. I could tell. By now
my hard-on was full and I knew that he had probably stopped talking because
he noticed it. I laid back on the stool and lifted up my shirt.  Suddenly I
took the whole shirt off so that Eric could see the chest that I had been
working on so much so that it was even better than Jay's chest. I had
deeper abs that I had ever had before, probably because I had taken out all
my depression with crunches.

"Its hot isn't it?" I said, giving my crotch a little rub right in front of
him. It was really hot all of a sudden.

"Ugh, yeah..."

The hot ass boy got off his knees and I noticed his dick in his pants. HE
WAS AS HARD AS I WAS. I mean his tent stood right in my face, even through
his jeans and the basketball shorts that he always wore under his
jeans. Suddenly he noticed it too and I saw him retreating, turning toward
the cabinets, acting like he was digging in the little mini fridge for
something to eat or drink.

I had gotten up and followed behind him. I hadn't pressed up to him or
grinded next to his body like I wanted to. But I did see his ass. I had
looked at Eric's ass before.  I had looked at every part of his body. His
ass was one of those well...commonly perfect ass. It was the kind of well
rounded, athletic teenage boy ass.

I went up to his ear, feeling too goddam horny not to hit on him, "Love is
the answer, but while you are waiting for the answer, sex raises some
pretty good questions. There is nothing safe about sex. There never should
be."

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"What I am trying to say is that I understand that love may be too deep for
you," I whispered to him and then added, "For now, I only want a few
inches."

"Adrian..."

"Please I don't want to be alone tonight and neither do you."

For now we can just have sex...I repeated to myself. I started to back up,
slowly unbuttoning my pants and walking towards the bedroom. He hadn't said
anything. He hadn't responded at all. I walked away leaving him in what I
thought must have been some really deep thoughts. The truth was that right
now I wasn't thinking about love, I was thinking about fucking like Jay was
busy doing right now. I walked towards my bedroom and closed the door
behind me.

Before I knew it, I was in my boxers standing by the door waiting for him
to come in. I had the condom sitting at the bedpost and even the goddam
lube there. I was giving myself to him probably like a slut would, but I
didn't care. I was horny as hell. I knew that Jay's sex scene must have
gotten him more than horny by now and that it felt much better to fuck
someone than to just jerk off. Tonight was a night of passion and
intensity. Tonight had to be the night.

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After the first 4 hours had passed, I figured he just wasn't going to show.
I laid flat on my bed still horny and yet I couldn't jerk off. I rather had
just gone to sleep with the hard on than to waste it on jerking off. This
wasn't one of those regular stiff cocks, it was one of those stiff cocks
that precum came out of, just from thinking too hard. It would have been a
shame to waste it on jerking my dick to the thoughts of the way Eric's ass
looked underneath his basketball shorts.  Lets just say I didn't have a lot
of material to jerk off with when it came to Eric. The darkness in the room
was so blinding. A single string of moonlight ran and hit the bed, that I
was laying on. It lit up the whole bed, but that was basically just it. I
stared up at the dark ceiling, imagining that I was in a bright
meadow...looking up at the morning clouds. Was I gay or just a clown?

I went to sleep that night sad. It had happened again and I knew that this
would have to be the last time or else Eric would probably think I was a
goddam stalker. I guess I had to let him go. I mean there was nothing left
to say. I had offered him my love and he refused. Now, I offered him my
body and he still refused. People don't know how it feels to have so much
emotion for a single person and just allow yourself to get lost in them
completely. It feels like your heart has a weight and your mind has a sole
purpose to love that person. I didn't know what to say, didn't know what to
do. If it wouldn't happen tonight, then it wouldn't happen at all.

I went to sleep that night, knowing that I would have to put away my
feelings for Eric.

*In a dream world, the thick clouds were forming high Over two young
figures, two boys that were so real.  One was darker than the other and the
other a bright mulatto.  They were Damien and Eric. They were in the rain.
The rain was on their eyelids, on their clothes, soaking them almost
completely. They were in the middle of a crowd, a crowd that cursed and
threw things at them. The vague faces in the crowd that encircled them were
taunting and rude.  They were holding each other, almost like they were
together.  It was true romance, but it was not accepted. No one wanted the
two boys together. It wasn't normal. Yet they remained, holding one
another. Nothing was going to stop them from being together. Nothing was
going to stop the feelings that they had for one another. A moment came
that no one really expected. Eric leaned into Damien, his lips wet with the
rain water. It wasn't just a kiss...it was so much more. It was a promise.
As they embraced there was a loud cry that broke in the air.  "HE'S DEAD!"
They still kissed, only now Damien was on the floor, not moving.  Eric
still kissed him, not letting him go. The call of death meant nothing to
him. His lips pressed onto Damien even harder. In an instant the kiss was
broken by a soft, soft...knock...knock?*

The gentle knock was coming from the door. I woke up from the dream as
though it was reality. I had never had a dream that I saw the faces so
clear or remembered the details so much. There was tear in my eye, which I
wasn't quite sure why it was there. It felt so real. Was this an actual
memory of Damien? Was it just a dream? I couldn't tell anything. All I knew
was that there were tears in my eyes because I had been crying and then I
remembered the dream.

I crawled out of bed, a little dizzy and confused. I wondered what was next
in the dream, I wondered where it was going after that. I walked to the
door, completely forgetting what had happened before I went to sleep and
when I turned the knob I saw him...Damien I mean. Was it a ghost?! The
darkness was so unclear but suddenly I saw the person step forward out of
the darkness. It wasn't Damien...it was Eric. He looked at me, deep in my
eyes and I was lost in them. He really looking like he had been doing a lot
to drink. There was a quick silence and then suddenly Eric walked closer to
me, until I could feel his chest against mine. Was this a dream? It was
almost 3 a.m. I should have been sleeping and probably wouldn't have been
too surprised if had just jerked up from a lonely bed. I didn't jump up
though, it was real.  The expression in his eyes had the same loneliness as
I had.

"You came," I realized, so confused that it had taken him so long to come.

I started to unbutton his shirt, until I could take it off. Then I embraced
him, wrapping my arm around his broad chest. The most beautiful thing about
Eric was his skin.  The fine mixed heritage skin was the softest skin that
I had probably ever touched on another man. I leaned closer to kiss him and
saw him turn his face so that I ended up kissing his cheek. Hey, I had to
start somewhere with him right?

He just stood there, probably trying to act like he hadn't come there for
sex, but as I lay him flat on his back onto the bed, he didn't say anything
or walk away. This was what I wanted the whole time! He moaned, slightly as
I began to lick up and down his stomach region.  I felt his hand suddenly
start to play with the back of my head.

"Quicker..." he whispered, almost so low that I didn't hear it.

I wondered why he wanted it quicker, probably because he wanted to get it
over with before he felt guilty. I wasn't going to make him feel guilty
though. I was going to make him feel good. I opened his belt and felt my
lower lip being tickled by his pubic hair as the pants snapped open.  Then
I saw his dick...it was...it was beautiful. I took it in my hands and I
could feel him jerk up a little.

"I dunno," he suddenly said, looking so worried.

I didn't give him a chance to keep pulling away. I took the beautiful cock
in my mouth. The head of the dick was as handsome as Eric was. It was one
of those model cocks. I couldn't believe that I had ERIC's cock in my
mouth! His skin tasted so good, as I bobbed my head up and down. It was
slowly getting harder, slowly getting erect. It was a full dick within no
time and I saw him leaning his head back. He wasn't looking down at me, but
instead at the same ceiling that I had been looking at before. I held his
dick in my hands and began to lick his balls. I put his ballsack in my
mouth completely and let my tongue wrap them up until he started to really
moan. I saw the precum coming out of his dick head. I couldn't help but to
go for it. I licked at the precum, feeling the thick juices ending up on my
lips. It tasted like heaven coming from Eric. I wanted more...

"Can you turn around?" I said, pulling back a little.

"Why?" he asked softly.

"I want to take you to cloud nine, bruh."

He hesistantly turned onto his stomach, his dick clutched in his hands, so
the erection wouldn't hurt pressed up hard against the bed. I looked down
at his ass. His jeans were still almost full up, just leaving a little
crack. I leaned down and began to lick the top of his ass, putting my
tongue between the top cracks and jerking it back. I felt Eric's body
completely try to turn over.  Masculine men always had trouble with another
guy touching their ass.

"Look. I'm not that kind of guy. I can't do this..."

"If I were Damien would you do it?"

He paused. I knew I was probably pushing the limits by even reminding him
of Damien. I chanced it hoping that he wouldn't run off to remember what
him and Damien were used to doing.

"Oh god..." he sighed, "Adrian, you aren't Damien..."

"Tonight I'll be Damien."

I didn't give him a chance to answer again. I began to pull his pants down
lower, wrapping it around them around top of his thighs. His ass cheeks
were more than he imagined. They were so shapely and yet still muscular. I
heard him moan, even before I had started to lick. By the time I did lick,
I was licking the his bronze tanned ass cheeks. I sucked onto them, biting
into the flesh.  He moaned even louder, digging and biting into the pillow
as he did it. I knew he liked it because his legs were spreading wider
apart. Most of them acted like they didn't like it but I knew that they
did. I spread his cheeks and could feel him squirm in my hands.  His pink
hole was so tight as I looked at it. Just staring at it had made my dick
completely hard, but I knew that it would probably be a day in hell that
Eric would let me fuck him. My tongue swept past the hole once, too quickly
for much emotion before my tongue came back and began to brush past his
hole over and over.

"Ughhhhhhhh," he exhaled deeply.

His moaning was low and rare but when it did come, I felt like all the pain
and tears I had gone through was worth it. He stayed there, completely
overtaken by the feeling of having his ass licked. I saw how he clutched
the sheets and was turned on even more. I wanted to cum so bad that my dick
was have short spasms without me even touching it. My tongue licked around
his hole, moistening his ass completely. I licked his ass cheeks and even
went down to his balls that were laying flat on the bed. He moaned, louder
and louder and I figured this was my chance to push him a little further. I
took my middle finger and stuck it inside of his ass, deep inside of his
ass. It was heaven for me. I felt the tight hole engulfing my finger. The
skin within his butt hole grasped onto my finger. It was so warm. I knew
from experience that I wasn't the first to be in this ass...but that I had
to at most been the second.

"Hey!" he said, pulling it out and finally squirming enough to turn back
onto his back.

"I'm sorry. I got carried away," I apologized and yet I saw that his dick
was harder than it was before he let me eat his salad, "Look..."

I pointed towards the counter at the flavor condom that I had on the
bedpost. He grabbed it and started to open it with his teeth. He wasn't
looking at me the whole time. I knew that he was having a confused time. He
couldn't even get the condom open.

"Here. Let me," I said and took it from him.

I opened the condom biting at the same place that he bit so that I could at
least feel like I was tasting his mouth. I looked down at his dick. I would
let him fuck me with no rubbers if he would let me, but I knew that he
wouldn't. I put the condom on his dick and pressed my lips deep on the
condom pushing it all the way down as I gave him another supreme blowjob
with the condom on.  I backed up when I was done to pull down my boxers. I
pulled them down and kicked them under the bed. I thought that Eric would
at least pull down his pants too, but he didn't. He was busy staring at the
ceiling, with his perfect shaped dick pointing at the point of the ceiling
that he was staring at.

I climbed on top of him, feeling his dick pierce through me. I panted and
moaned. There was a fit that his dick had in me that I couldn't explain. It
didn't hurt like Antonio's had. This dick was like perfect for me. My
asshole swallowed it and I pushed down completely until my whole dick was
in his ass. I began to rock back and forth, feeling his rock hard dick
within me and suddenly I FINALLY felt him move his hands. His hands climbed
up to my waist as if to guide me on his dick. He planted his hands on his
thighs and was now looking down, down on his stomach where I was jerking my
cock thoroughly.

"Oh yeah...fuck me harder," I demanded of him.

Suddenly I felt his hands pushing down on my waist, bringing my ass up
until his dick almost fall out then slamming it all the way down, so deep
that his my ass fell on top of his scrotum.

"Oh yeah, fuck me!" I cried out, "Dig in my ass."

I grinded my ass against him, rubbing my hands around his stomach. I
squeezed his nipples and then laid back against his thighs so that his dick
went into me. The veins on Eric's penis were thick and I could almost feel
them pulsate as I rocked my hips back and forth. My palms went onto his
rock chest and the same body that had about over a million girls in America
throwing their panties on stage. I was riding Eric's dick and for the rest
of the night, I was in that dream world.

An hour had passed and I was sweating. Eric still was going at it though,
his dick about to climax at times, but he just told me to slow down when
something like that happened. Then before we knew I was back at my normal
pace, feeling his dick going deeper into me.  This was what I wanted. By
that last hour, I was more than exhausted but the only thing that kept me
going was knowing that I wasn't having sex with any ordinary person. I knew
that I couldn't take the sensations by the time I felt Eric grabbing onto
my ass cheeks.

"UGhhhhhhhh, I'm gonna cum!"

I cried out and then I suddenly felt Eric bury his head deeper in the
pillow and close his eyes in deep ecstacy. He had been waiting for me to
cum as well this whole time before he would let his load out! I felt the
gesture even more sexy as I made a scoop of my hands, careful not to let
any of my cum drop onto him because he might not like it. I orgasmed into
my hands the white cream running through the fingers, as Eric filled up the
condom with sperm, while he called out a name.

It wasn't my name. By now I don't have to say whose name it was. I rather
not. The feeling that I felt was too good to mention that same name. I had
expected it and relented it, but that name wouldn't take this feeling away
from me. Not today it wouldn't...

I fell off of him more than exhausted and fell back onto the pillow next to
him. I didn't care much about the cum and cleaning up. I think I actually
made the cum soil all over the bed sheets. Eric seemed exhausted to but I
could feel him getting up like he was about to leave. His face had one of
those expressions of sobriety.

"You don't have to go," I told him.

"Yeah, actually I do and so do you. Look at the time, the bus is gonna be
here to pick us up in 10 minutes..."

It was morning already as Eric took his condom off and got ready to leave
my room and probably take a shower. It was feeling that I had watching him
walk off and pretending that we were actually real lovers instead of just a
one night stand. I felt good though, relieved that I had been so close to
him. I had felt him next to me. The face that I had fantasies about had
been right next to me. I remembered Eric calling out Damien's name when he
cummed. He probably didn't mean it, but then he probably did. He probably
was only making it clear to me that he still loved Damien, no matter how
good the sex was the night before.

Life seemed be turning out for the better, but then why did I feel like
there was a shadow...a shadow from the past that had shown me the past last
night...or maybe the future...


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