12. ALL PREPOSITIONS OF THE ZODIAC…

By J.J. Colagrande


Teflon teased me. But I don’t like being teased you see so I let him know I could handle it all. And the moment he gave it to me, even though he brought it slow, I immediately came and moaned like a fevered banshee. I came real hard. And soon I was so open he could take me as fast and pound me as hard as he contented. Shit. I had to hold onto something cause I thought I might fly right the fuck out my skin. I closed my eyes and bit my lip and moaned and moaned until he eventually flipped me over so I could bite the pillow. He had me like that. One of his big baller hands gripped a bunch of my dreads, and he tilted my head back, while his other arm pushed the bottom of my back down. He started slapping my ass, mmmm. He asked me if I enjoyed that and I said fuck yeah, like the devil had my larynx, and he slapped me harder till angels rolled in my eyes. That shit didn’t stop. He slowed down, for sure, but didn’t stop. Not for awhile. Like we went at it for hours. He’d cum and we’d chill; we played with the 40-inch High Def flat-panel LCD tellie. I hit the mini-bar, we took showers, wore them robes, but only for a little cause we always went back at it. And after we were done, in-between the sheets, we pillow talked. Teflon’s smooth. He don’t seem like the type of dude who wears his emotions on his sleeve. He didn’t once ask about Sky or my history with Thelonious–I don’t think he understands the extent of it–but I know he knows a little. Share the women, share the wine, maybe? Hey, it’s all good. But boy I could tell he loved Thelonious. He told me all about how they met in high school, they played basketball together Teflon’s freshman year, until Thelonious was kicked off the team mid-season.  When I brought up how his mother felt about him turning down the NBA, he pushed me off his chest and walked to the window. Just take me to these dudes, he said. I didn’t want to let on that I knew more about his mother so I curbed my instigating. Teflon tired of me cause he wanted to move on.org. I put on some dope threads he bought me and we had dinner downstairs at the China Grill. While inquiring at the Base Bar, we learned the official Lollapalooza afterparty was at the Music Lounge, on the fourth floor, right in the Hard Rock. It was one-hundred percent the hot spot we wanted, not the House of Blues, or Sound Bar–but the Music Lounge. I assured Teflon there’d be someone there. It was a gamble, but I was sure of it. I knew the deal..

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