DEFINE LOVE 2 (TRILOGY TO Diary Of A Gay Black Teen)

My Time

~The fear of death follows from the fear of life. A man who lives fully is prepared to die at any time.~
Mark Twain

Tre P.O.V

"FUCK ME." I pulled off my briefs and demanded of Kendrick. I knew this would take my mind off you know who and calm my nerves because their sky high right now.

"Im all yours. Please fuck me." I whispered in Kendrick's ear aggressively as I grind even closer. He was hesitant for a second so I decided to help him take the lead. He looked a little overwhelmed and I was too to be real.

I felt up his lenth through his boxer briefs and swallowed a big gulp of my spit. It had to be the biggest dick I ever felt in my days of living. My amazed eyes can't scan his dick and just tell how many inches there are before me, but he is definetly packing.

I licked my tongue across his briefs and he started to look unsettled and less like he enjoyed it, like he did at first. Am I doing something wrong, I asked myself and him.

Trust! I'm gone ask, because I don't want to do nothing he don't want me too. He replied no but still looked the same. I rubbed his hard shaft and saw the head sticking out the side.

I bent down lower and brushed my tongue over it, while watching him tense up. He slowly squirmed up all the way and pulled me up with him. Okay Im so lost right now. Does he not like getting his dick sucked. What's the problem because Im ready like I've never been before.

All of a sudden as Im getting outrageously ready to have some wild, juicy, desiarble ass sex,... damn he fine. Lord why! But now he want to stop me? What kind of shit is this!

He sighed and kissed my forehead then gave me a slight smile knowing I would return the exact opposite. I mugged the shit out of him for getting me this damn worked up and stopping me like this a commercial. "I can't do this Tre. I have a fiance and yes I still love you, but this is wrong and you know it. We both do." No I dont know shit, I said only to myself.

I laughed at his petty excuse for not giving me none. "So, fuck her." I got back on top and he flipped me over hard. As soon as my back hit the mattress I wrapped my legs around him, acting very persistent with what I wanted. Shit, what I needed too.

I like it rough, he better stop teasing me. "Tre we can't. I'm so sorry for what happened at your wedding, but this not the way. You still gone love Jay when you done lusting over me. Having sex with me will not make you feel better, only guilty. And I don't want to be the victim of being accused as a cheater like him, when I'm not. I'm way better than that." He went on and on so I put my hand up to his mouth so he could stop talking. Damn, I wish he would just fuck me.

I will not feel the slightest bit of guilt, after what Jay has done to hurt me. But I knew that Kendrick was right, but I refuse to let that sink in right now. I hate that I still love Jay's dirty draws.

I removed my hand down and got out of his bed, and exited the room after being rejected. He came following behind as I layed on the couch and cried silently. I didn't want him to seems but the room was so quiet, I'm sure he heard. "Its gone be alright." He made sure to tell me but that was a lie.

"No its not alright. Im fucking hurt Kendrick. I thought he was the one." He sat down beside me and rubbed my back. "And that's why I'm here for you through this."

"I know you got a fiance or whatever but can you at least cuddle with me." He twisted his mouth to the side, shaking his head half way. "Please." A tear fell, but I quickly wiped it.

He nodded okay and took me into his arms. I felt so sheltered with his body hovering over mine. I cried my eyes out, pulling onto him tighter until I fell asleep in his arms telling him..."I just want to be loved."