I couldnâ€™t get Preston out of my head that night. I tossed and turned. Reliving every moment we shared in the club. The next day, no, the next night, couldnâ€™t get here fast enough. Hurry, hurry, hurry. I needed to see him.
Sure enough the next night. He was there. This time he spotted me and quickly came over. He introduced himself again. â€˜Prestonâ€™ he said. I smiled from ear to ear.
Prestonâ€™s large thick hands cupped mine. His touch was energetic. I felt a shock in my groin.
â€œHow long are you in town?â€ Preston asked. His deep melodic voice resonated through every fiber of my body.
â€œHow do you know I am not from here?â€ I looked up at him and smiled.
â€œI know everybody here,â€ he laughed. â€œWhere are you staying?â€
I tell Preston the hotel.
â€œThis is my number,â€ he proceeded. â€œYou should call me.â€
I punched the digits into my cell. I pushed the send button and his phone vibrated. Preston let out a hearty laugh. â€œIâ€™ll see you later.â€ Off he went. He dipped into the crowd and people reached out to him shaking his hand. He hugged women, kissed them on the cheek, and plopped back into the VIP section with his boys.
What did he mean by later? I wasnâ€™t sure. I wanted to go over to the VIP section and chill with Preston and his boys. But I knew I had to play it cool. He was a man on the down low. Neither of us could let on that we were feeling each other. I know when he stood next to me I immediately gained an erection.
Once again the club emptied and I didnâ€™t see where Preston headed. I peered through the crowds of people searching out his tall muscular body. I looked for his sexy smile and piercing eyes. I wanted to at least say goodnight to him. Hopefully touch him and say something flirty.
He was nowhere to be found, again. Although I was pissed, I did have his number. I planned to call him in the morning. Maybe invite him over to the hotel and we grab lunch, or go to the beach.
Not more than twenty minutes after I arrived at my hotel room there was a knock at my door. I figured it was my boy Clever. We always stay up late when we are out of town. Put it this way â€" we like to ride around the city, check out the sights, and, uhmâ€¦oh hell, okay, okay, we look for trouble. Damn, you happy now.
Anyway, I opened the door and there he was. Tall, broad, strong, sexy, and smiling at me. Preston strolled into my suite as if it was his own. I was in shock. My mouth dropped open, and so did every molecule and cell in my body.
I quickly closed the door. Preston didnâ€™t say a word. Nothing. His muscular body glided into the bedroom. I followed. He unbuttoned his shirt and revealed an amazing physique. I followed suit, and, like that, me and Preston went at each other like two lovers in heat. We wanted each other badly. We explored each otherâ€™s bodies as we peeled off our clothes and strewn them throughout the room.
My gosh, Preston was ferocious in bed. His soft lips met mine. We kissed tenderly, and then passionately. Our tongues danced in each otherâ€™s mouths. We groped each other finding different and wonderful places to touch. His long hard muscle was massive. He felt wonderful in my hands.
That night Preston and I didnâ€™t stop making love until the next day. I didnâ€™t want to let him go. His body was perfect. We fit. Oh boy, oh boy, did we fit.
The next morning he pulled himself away from me and slid out of the bed. â€œI need to go,â€ he said as I watched his rippling muscular body hide inside his clothes. He leaned in and kissed me. â€œWhat time do you want me to come back?â€
Check back tomorrow when the phone won't stop ringing and questions get asked.
Terrance Dean is the Author of â€œHiding In Hip Hop â€" On The Down Low in the Entertainment Industry from Music to Hollywoodâ€