Tell Tales Of A Jock

Sammy’s POV

Marcus took confident strides towards me, his big fat cock out in his hand stroking it whiles I struggled to walk backwards in my 5 inches red fuck me high heels. Despite the danger of the situation, I still couldn’t bring my slutty self to stop looking at his impressive manhood. The black schlong was long, thick and veiny. The oversized reddish mushroom head was especially hypnotizing with precum oozing so deliciously out of it. My mouth watered at the sight of it even though I was terrified and my whole frame trembled with fear and excitement.

“Marcus, it’s not what you think.” I pleaded with him, my heart thudding loudly in my chest. He just laughed maliciously at me. My eyes betrayed me again by focusing on him touching himself. Try as I must, I couldn’t look any other way. I wanted that beautiful black cock down my throat gagging me like an amateur cocksucker trying to impress.

“Dude, I don’t fucking care what you are! You’re still getting stuffed with this dick, faggot!” There was no room for argument, and I hated myself for not exercising a little more self-control today, though my hungry hole was twitching like a bitch in heat, wanting to be filled and stretched by his cock.

Marcus was supposed to be on his way visiting his family for the weekend and I thought I had the whole place to myself. Normally, I waited after a call from him on the highway to know that he was definitely on his way and another extra hour after his call just to be sure he was not coming back for anything before doing my kinky shit. Today though, I was too eager and started right after he left. Classes and football have been super stressful, and I needed release badly.

“I was just playing around!” I defended myself. I was trying so hard to downplay this nightmare unfolding between us. It wasn’t a good idea to let someone with such a big ego like Marcus know how much power he had over me. I have lusted after him since freshman year and I was so excited when we became roommates and friends. I have been hoping for something like this to naturally happen to us for forever.

“Sammy you’re dressed in a sexy pantie, a bra, stockings and in heels. Looking so damn passable and fuckable. No need to explain yourself man. Just come for this cock, Sissy!” A shiver run down my spine as he called me a sissy. That is exactly what I am, and I indeed wanted his big fat pole stuffing and stretching all my holes to the maximum. Marcus claimed to hate underwear, so he always walked around our place with that huge weighty tool swinging between his legs like nobody’s business. It was torture to pretend not to notice, but I did. Drawing his penis from my memory alone will not be a problem for me if you ask me.

“All you have to do is let me tap that ass or else I’ll tell everyone on the team that their beloved quarterback is a cocksucker who likes to wear panties and heels!” My cock throbbed in my black lace pantie with little red bowties on the hips and the front. People will not even be able to comprehend that their handsome, charming quarterback was a cumslut.

“If I suck your dick will you forget about this and not tell?” I bargained with him as my eyes welled up with tears threatening to spill at any moment. I wasn’t ready to be outed as a sissy faggot on campus for everyone to hear. My white, upper-class, conservative family would unquestionably cut me off if they knew about my unconventional sexual desires. I wasn’t ready to deal with that.

“Why the fuck are you acting like you’re doing me a favor? Meanwhile, I’m the generous one here, allowing a pathetic sissy faggot like you to suck me and then pound your cunt. Now get on your knees and go to work.” I felt so humiliated by my best friend and the wide receiver of our football team. Through all this ordeal my leaking member remained painfully hard ready to rip out of my lacy pantie. I have desired Marcus for so long, but I didn’t expect things to go down like this.

“Hey Sammy boy come here” He stopped stroking his cock and motioned with his hands for me to come to him. I walked graciously, one foot in front of the other, in my heels with my hips swaying seductively from side to side to stand in front of him. Marcus wasn’t repulsed by me dressed in ladies’ lingerie so I might as well put some spice into my walk and turn him on. Practice makes perfect and I have been dressing up in heels to jerk off since high school.

He pulled me into his arms and hugged me. Marcus was a huge musclebound guy in contrast to my lean form. His shoulders were broad, his face was handsome with full lips, a killer smile with perfectly white teeth. In a perfect world he would be the ideal Daddy to handle me and I have fantasied about us having that kind of relationship so many times. Marcus was like sex on legs, he plainly oozed sex!

The tears that were threatening to fall finally did and I sniffled. I was so scared of what Marcus might decide to do with seeing me all dolled. I wouldn’t be able to step a foot on a football field ever if my teammates knew. I even probably had to change schools and start all over again.

“Please Marcus! Don’t do this to me. Pleeease!” I hugged him tighter. My ass was his if he wanted it. The thought of him fucking me anytime he wanted thrilled me, yet I wanted it to remain in the confinement of our apartment.

“Sweetheart, you know what I want. Give up that ass and I’ll keep your secret.” He whispered in my ears and though him calling me sweetheart made my stomach flutter I had to fight it and act tough. Old habits die hard.

“Don’t call me that. It sounds so gay!” I weakly protested and he chuckled. Trying desperately to hold on to my masculinity and prove my dominance to him and others was so exhausting. I was so tired of it and I was ready to submit to this manly man before me who had an air of confidence and dominance surrounding him so effortlessly.

“Drop the act. I know you love hearing me call you that, babe.” He kissed my wet cheeks and took my earlobe in his mouth and slightly bit on it. My hips thrust forward on their own, wanting to rub against his bulge. Marcus was so gentle in his kisses that I could only call the moment we were having tender. I really wasn’t expecting that from him. I thought he was probably going to beat me up and kick me out of our apartment. Was he into me dressed up as a slutty girl or was he just horny? I wondered and figuring out what game he was playing was difficult in my lust filled brain.

“I see you were fully prepared for a solo session. Go ahead and let me see you do your thing!” He said after seeing all the toys I have laid down on my bed. His request shocked and excited me.

“I can’t do that in front of you!” I said. He pulled away from the hug and watched me. Marcus’ eyes darkened with lust and a hint of menace in them.

“Don’t fucking tempt my patience, Sammy!” There was something threatening and cold in his voice that warned me not to disobey him. Marcus was not bullshiting around and I didn’t want to make him anymore angry at me.

“Alright!” I yielded. A plan was forged in my mind to entice him to insanity. He moved to the single sofa in the corner of my room and sat down with his dick still in hand stroking it lazily. Focusing on deeply breathing in and out helped calm down my nerves.

Marcus observed me as I walked to the edge of my bed and laid myself down. He had me in his perfect view. My round rosy nipples were erect in my black lace bra, so I pulled and tweaked them through my bra. My body vibrated at my own touch. By now my prick has lengthened to its full mast, wanting some attention. I spread my stocking clad legs widely with my high heels feet planted firmly on the bed and played with my weeping cock. The front of my panties was so drenched and sticky with my precum. After rubbing my dick at the soaked spot, I brought my wet fingers to my lips and licked of my juice, sucking my fingers seductively.

“Mmmmhhh” I moan around my fingers whiles Marcus watched my every move like a hawk. The heat in the room rose and he pulled off his shirt, displaying his hard-ripped muscle upper body. I wanted him so bad, wanting to trace my fingers on his strong pecs and down his defined abs. Pushing my pantie to the side, my cock sprung out. I stroked myself slowly and moaned my delight.

“I need you Daddy.” I innocently confessed to Marcus whiles trapping my bottom lip with my teeth and bashing my eyelashes at him. He needed to know how sexually attracted to him I was and wanting him to fuck me senseless. He kept his eyes on me captivated, licking his plump lips sensually. It made me feel so sexy that I could have such an effect on a hunky man like Marcus. My dick throbbed from seeing him play with his own firm nipples lustfully. His deep groans boomed around my room, assuring me that I was driving him insane. I picked one of my average sized pink dildos from beside me and sucked on it hungrily like a starving slut. I sucked harder on the dildo, gaging myself on it like an eager whore. The goal was to coat it with enough saliva for an easy entry in my cunt.

“Look at you! …….. A dirty Cocksucker, sucking on a plastic dick!” He degraded me and my cock jolted happily at the name calling.

“Yes, I’m a slut for cock, Daddy!” I played along and I saw his dick jump violently for agreeing with him. I never thought Marcus would be into guys dressed up in lingerie. He was enjoying this way more than I anticipated.

His grunt encouraged me to carry on by lifting my long stockings cladded legs in the air towards my chest with my high heel feet almost touching my shoulders.  My panties were pushed to the side to spread my ass cheeks and show him my tiny rosy hole.

Marcus watched hypnotize as I sucked on the plastic dick excitedly, coating it with enough saliva and then moving the wet dildo back to my rosy rosebud to enter myself. I teased him by playing with the rim of my hole, moaning and encircling the rim with the dildo rapidly. I entered the dildo in my puckered hole, looking at Marcus with lust filled eyes.

“Shiiiiit!!” I whispered as my eyes rolled back into my head at the pure bliss. It has been almost a month since I last had a dildo in my ass, and I missed it so much. Though I have never been bold enough to try a real penis in my ass, I still loved stuffing my ass with a rubber dick. The fullness and the pressure were indescribable.  

“Yeah you’re a nasty sissy faggot …… fuck yourself harder slut!” He demanded and I complied by plunging the hard rubber in and out of my hole, increasing the pace and abusing my puckered hole for Marcus’ pleasure.

“Yes, open your pussy for my big cock! I want to see you gape for me slut.” Marcus commanded and I pulled the dildo out and picked another one little bigger beside me and lube it up. Quivering with excitement, I slowly pushed the bigger dildo in my chute. It took a little getting used to, but soon I was fucking myself in earnest with it, much to Marcus’ delight. I stopped to throw the dildo to the side as I felt my orgasm building inside me and then spread my cheeks again for him to see my hole gape wide and then closed back to its tiny form, winking at him.

“Did I do good daddy? Do you like what you see?” I showed him my gaped flicking rosebud. He stood up and walked over to the edge of the bed. He inserted two thick, slick with his spunk fingers into my spread ass easily, scissoring me.

“Atta boy!” He slapped the inside of my thighs and warmth spread through my body as it burned. “You’re such a good faggot for daddy!” Marcus cooed so sweetly at me. He could call me whatever he wanted as long as he fucked me with his can thick cock. I desperately wanted to finally feel the real thing pushing in and out of me.

“Taste yourself slut!” He pulled his fingers out of my ass and brought it to my mouth and I gladly sucked on them whiles locking eyes with him.

“Mmmhhh” I moaned around his fingers, wanting him to know without a doubt that I was enjoying and savouring this moment with him.

“Do you want some cock, babe?” I nodded breathlessly. He stepped out of his pants and briefs. This time around I wasn’t afraid or ashamed to stare blatantly at him. He was magnificent in every sense of the word. My panties were pulled to the side as he bent down and spat on my hole a couple of times, rubbing his saliva on and inside me. He poured some lube on my chute and massaged it in me. My puckered hole was tingling in anticipation of his phallus.

Marcus slapped his weighty dick on my hole a couple of times before pushing it inside me. Though I have opened myself with a dildo before, it still stung when his oversized mushroom head breached my sphincter. He didn’t bother to give me time to adjust as he roughly fed me his cock in my ass.

“OOhhhhhh …….  Fuuuuuck!!!” I hissed and felt the heat rising on my neck and my cheeks as I gritted my teeth. It hurt, but Mama raised no bitch, so I pushed out!

“Quit acting like a damn pansy and take this cock like the willing slut I know you are!” He taunted me and my dick agreed with him by spilling out a glob of spunk. Suddenly, he pulled out of me and then sunk right back in me. He repeated that again and each time more of his member slipped deeper into me. I wanted to forever ruin him for all the girls that flock to him like bees with their loose pussies, so I tightened my hole around his cock, gripping him tight as he fucked me hard despite the pain.

“Fuuck! You nasty whore! Do that shit again!” I repeated clenching around him, and he lost it, thrusting quicker and harder into me now. I sob at the unbearable pleasure mixed with the pain he was giving me. Deep down I knew he was trying so hard to hold back and not hurt me, but I’m sure the pure bliss on his face showed me that he was losing that battle. Eventually he gave up, increased his speed and pounded into me hard and fast.

“Oooohh damn! It hurts so good …. More Daddy!” I whimpered. It didn’t occur to me that I was such a masochist and flexible when he almost bent me into half with my high heels’ feet dangling near my ears. I was opened for him to fuck. When he grabbed my neck, choking me and slamming as hard into me as he could, I felt wanted in a way I have never felt before. It was a deep, intense and pleasurable feeling, like getting spanked and fucked at the same time.

“So damn tight! ……. You feel so fucking good, Sammy!” Marcus bent down and surprisingly kissed me. Even though I was caught off guard, I still kissed him back. His tongue slipped into my mouth and our tongues tangled with each other. His sweat dribbled on me and our sweaty bodies slapped against each other as his fat dick moved in and out of my cunt in a blur. His hand moved between my legs and took my prick in his hand, rubbing and tugging it. It swelled and leaked profusely at his touch.

“Soooo good” I cried out and squirmed under him. Somehow Marcus fucking me in my high heels with my panties pulled to the side fuelled my passion. It was a dream come true.

“I’m cumming!” I choked out before thick robes of cum shot out of my dick on my chest and neck. I couldn’t stop shooting my cum as Marcus’ hard thrust prolonged my orgasm. My body went limp after ejaculating and I took the abuse on my poor puckered hole from Marcus.

“Yeah take this cock faggot!” His body started shaking violently and he shut his eyes tight.

“Give me your cum, Daddy. Breed me Please!” That finally did it for him. He swelled impossibly inside of me and I felt his hot cum gushing inside me, marking me as his. Marcus collapsed tiredly on top of me whiles breathing hard on my neck. I loved his weight on me and wound my arms around him to prevent him from pulling out.

“That was incredible, babe!” He whispered into my ears and I had butterflies in my stomach again. I was probably setting myself up for the biggest heartbreak in history, but I couldn’t keep my heart from falling for him if I wasn’t there already.

“Stop that! Don’t do that to me dude!” I whispered back. My mind was reeling with so many thoughts swimming through my brains.

“Stop what, baby?” I sensed the confusion in his voice.

“You’ve already fucked me and you can fuck me anytime you want so stop acting like you care. Just quit using all this endearment on me!” I scolded him. He raised his head from the crook of my neck and locked eyes with me. There was that stupid, sexy, shit eating grin plastered on his handsome face again. My heart skipped a beat as I faked annoyance.

“You think this happened by accident?” Marcus chuckled and I looked at him perplexed. “I already caught you about a month ago spread on your bed and busily fucking your ass with a dildo. I stayed and watched intrigued. I haven’t been able to get the image of you all dolled up and taking cock out of my mind.” He took my mouth in a searing sloppy kiss again, preventing me from yelling out of shock. Swiftly, he rolled onto his back and pulled me on top of him.

“You never let on that you knew what I have been doing in your absence!” Never in a Million years would I have guessed that he has caught me. Everything was normal between us.

“I had to catch you in the act again. You see, I have wanted you for some time now and finally you’re mine, so I have every right to call you babe, Sammy boy! I’m your Daddy now.” He Kissed my lips gently again, pouring out all his affection into it. 

“Don’t give me hope, Marcus!” I begged him. I wasn’t sure my fragile heart could ever recover if he was playing me. “What about all the girls that can’t keep away from you?”

“Sammy if you stop giving in to the advances of the girls, I’ll also stop fucking them. None of the girls compare to your tight pussy anyway!” I kissed him to seal the deal. His fingers moved to my ass and entered my wet cum-filled cunt whilst his cock was still inside me.

“Fuck your pussy is so sloppy! Push out, babe.” I obeyed him and some of his spunk slip out of me. Marcus brought it to his mouth and licked on it. He did that again and this time brought it to my mouth, and I tasted his cum in my ass.

“You’re so fucking hot!” His dark thick arms wrapped securely around me, contrasting beautifully to my pale skin. Beyond any doubt I was aware that I have found my ideal, kinky Daddy. I couldn’t believe my luck that this sexy man was all mine. I was so ready for all the nasty adventures he was ready to take me on. Listening to his heartbeat was like a lullaby that lured me to sleep.

* * * * *

Things between Marcus and I changed drastically the very next day. He started acting weird around me, wouldn’t even look me in the eye when talking to me and had a constant frown on his face. Asking him a little question made him furious. Every time he was mean to me my heart broke a little, yet I tried to hide it whiles hoping for the best. For some reason I didn’t want to push him too hard. I knew he was regretting our sexual encounter and I was losing my best friend which hurt me even more. Marcus and I have been so close like brothers and now he completely ignored me at home and during football practice. He wouldn’t even wait to go home with me afterwards. A few of our teammates wondered what was going on, but I played my part acting nonchalant and reassuring them that it wasn’t anything serious.

What annoyed me the most was all the girls he started bringing around to our apartment knowing damn well I was there. I mean it wasn’t anything new, but we both were considerate of each other before and he made a promise to me to stop it. This time around though he wasn’t even discreet with those sexual encounters. Marcus was fucking them in the living room, in the kitchen, bathroom and every corner of the Apartment. I’m certain he was instructing them to moan and scream louder for me to hear. When their screams became unbearable causing a constriction of my heart to the point where I couldn’t breathe, I’ll dress up and leave. Sometimes those girls would ask me to join in, but I always declined politely and left.

I was boiling internally, and I knew when that anger dam I was holding in broke, there was going to be carnage for everyone involved. I hated going home after classes and practice because I hated what could be waiting for me, Marcus fucking some bimbo. I was so fucking exhausted from lack of sleep and his bullshit.

“Marcus can we talk?” I cornered him after practice one evening. I was tired of playing this hide and seek game with him.

“I don’t have time!” He said dismissively as roughly moved past me, hitting me hard with his shoulder and leaving there alone. I hissed at the pain and wanted to tackle him to the ground. I was so angry at him for acting so childishly. Again, I told myself not to push him, so instead of going home, I went to visit my cousin Thesa in the city.

My cousin Thesa and I have been very close since childhood though she was three years older than me. She understood me and the pressure to be what your wealthy family wanted you to be. My Parents were expecting me to either go pro or take over some of my Dad’s many companies after college though that wasn’t what I really wanted. I knew working for my Dad would be another instrument to control me and I might never have the life I so desperately wanted for myself. A very quiet life with someone I can truly be myself with is what I needed in this life to be happy.

Unlike me Thesa has made the decision to come out to the family as a Lesbian right after high school and just as expected she was cut off financially and socially. She was happy with her decision and lived her life the way she wanted. I used to give her money every now and then to help her and her girlfriend to go through college till they both graduated, but overall, she seemed very content and I wanted that for myself too. What I was lacking was someone who was worth risking it all for.

“You look like shit!” Thesa said when she opened the door for me.

“I feel like crap!” I confessed and she stood aside for me to enter their house.

“Is Marcus taunting you with his sexy self again?” She wiggled her eyebrows playfully at me and I had to laugh at her silliness. She knew all about my obsession and dilemma with Marcus, but I have yet to tell her about the recent development.

“It has gotten worse!” I sighed dramatically. “Is Joan around?” I asked about her Girlfriend.

“No, she’s gone to visit her folks for the weekend.” The sadness in her eyes showed how much she missed her. I couldn’t help but think if Marcus could miss me like that. Joan’s family were accepting of her lifestyle whiles my cousin wasn’t invited to family gatherings anymore and when she showed up without invitation she was ignored.

“Good we will need lots of wine!” As soon as she heard wine Thesa couldn’t hold in her excitement.

“Ohhhh this is going to be good if lots of wine is involved…. ooohh that’s what I’m talking about!” She rushed to the kitchen to get everything as I made myself comfortable on the couch.

“You just want a reason to drink!” I said and I heard her laugh in the kitchen.

Soon we were both seated on the carpeted floor in front of the couch, drinking excessively as I told her how Marcus caught me all dolled up and the amazing sex we had afterwards. Thesa was extremely happy I have finally gotten fucked by a real cock and by no other than my long-time crush. We were giggling like little schoolgirls who have done something naughty and were sharing their secrets.

“How did it feel?” She asked.

“His big dick felt incredible inside me, pulsing every time in plunged into me. I could still feel him inside me even after a day. I already miss that fat cock like crazy and it has only been inside of me once!” I said dreamily and she weakly slapped me on my shoulder to admonish my lewd words, and we busted out laughing again. The several bottles of wine we have consumed was getting to both of us.

“Then why is he suddenly acting like an asshole? I mean if he doesn’t want to be with you, he should have the balls to say it instead of being a jerk and hurting you so that you would make that decision for him.” Thesa revealed and even in my drunken state of mind I knew she was right when something clicked in my brains. Was he doing all this to get me to move out? What the heck was I supposed to tell our teammates and friends why I was moving out? Silence fell upon us and I contemplated what to do.

“I don’t think I can let him go that easily, Thesa! It’s selfish and weak of me I know, but I want to be with him.” I laid my head on her delicate shoulder and silence fell over us again.

“Sam, stay for the weekend and even longer if you want to. Let that Jerk miss you!” Thesa sternly said and she wasn’t willing to take a no for an answer.

“I don’t think it will make any difference. He would probably rejoice to see me gone and fuck bimbos all night long. I don’t think he cares that much about me!” I couldn’t keep the heartbreak I felt out of my voice. I wanted to crawl in bed and bawl my eyes out till I had no tears to share. It hurt so much. If we hadn’t being intimate with each other, it would have been a fantasy and I could have lived with it. But now that my imagination has turned into reality, I couldn’t go back to my imagination. I wanted this reality with Marcus.

“Sam are you admitting that your ass is trash?” I raised my head from her shoulder and looked at her shocked.

“What the fuck? When did I say that and what has that got to do with anything?” I couldn’t even comprehend where she was going with this.

“Well, unless your fuck game is weak, that boy will come running back to you! He will realize none of the girls compare to you and he will come back” Thesa firmly said and I started believing her. I nodded in agreement to hold on to something. I was aware that sex alone could not keep a man, but it was a step in the right direction.

 “That’s what he told me after …….” I trailed off. “He said I was the best he has ever had” I remembered fondly Marcus whispering that in my ears whiles his fat cock was still buried inside my wet sloppy puckered hole as I laid on top of him. A small smile graced my face at the beautiful memory.

“Come on drunk Romeo. We have to go to bed.” Thesa stood up and helped me to stand up too. I glanced at the clock on the wall and realized it was already 3 a.m. I was dizzy and tired.

Laying in the guest room bed, I contemplated whether to inform Marcus where I was or not. Ultimately, I took out my phone and there was no message or miss call from him which didn’t sit well with me so I decided two can play that game and put my phone back on the nightstand.

As I closed my eyes, my mind was filled with images of Marcus, the pure bliss on his handsome face as he slowly and steadily fucked me into the bed and the way his face constricted as he came inside of me like a firehose. I tugged on my awakened dick as my body began to tingle. I haven’t rub one out for days and I knew I wouldn’t last long. Globes of spunk spilled out of my manhood, showing my excitement and how the images in my heard were affecting me. My dick jumped in pleasure as I thought about how Marcus pushed my lacy pantie to the side and pounded my hole hard. I licked my fingers and entered my hot channel.

“Fuck! ….. ooohhh!”I wanted Marcus inside me, fucking me hard like a mad man and my fingers were not doing a good enough job for me. His cock has ruined and spoiled me. I cupped my balls, rubbing them gently in my palm. I felt the familiar tingling as I shot so much cum on my abs and chest. I was too spent to clean myself up as sleep consumed me.

* * * * *

Thesa and I spent Saturday morning and afternoon eating, watching sappy romantic movies and laughing our asses off at the ridiculousness of it. How many times was someone going to run after someone to an airport after realizing they have loved the person all along? Hollywood needs to reconsider how they portray love in romantic movies. In real life love can be so damn messy and hurtful!

“Can we watch something else? I’m going to lose it if I have to watch one more of these again!” Thesa whined and I agreed with her.

“Sure! I’ve had enough too!” We stood up and went to the kitchen to cook something for the evening. Well, I sat down on the kitchen high stool drinking wine whiles she cooked Pasta gamberetti e spinaci (Pasta with shrimps and spinach) à la Thesa which I adored.

“Has he called?” Thesa questioned and I knew who she was talking about.

“I don’t know. I haven’t checked my phone since this morning.” The first thing I did this morning was to check my phone and my heart sunk when I saw that Marcus hasn’t contacted me. This was so unlike him. My phone would have been blown up by now or he probably would have shown up here if I didn’t answer my phone. It nearly ruined my day, putting me in a bad mood. Things have certainly turned bad from before we were intimate with each other. What Thesa didn’t know was that my phone was turned off and left on the nightstand in the guest room. It was the only way I knew to keep myself from checking my phone every 5 minutes and sadness.

“Then check it!” It was a command I didn’t want to obey.

“Maybe after dinner. I don’t want to be disappointed!” She nodded her understanding and continued shuffling around as I drowned my sorrow in alcohol.

My mood became visibly better as we enjoyed our dinner. Pasta has been a comfort food for me since childhood. We talked about Thesa and her girlfriend’s relationship and their challenges. Relationship wasn’t easy and certainly not something for the weak. I don’t think people were truly happy, but some have come close to it by sharing their love with others and I wanted that too, someone who knew you and all your dark desires yet accepted you for you.

I helped clean the table and kitchen after the delicious dinner. Thesa and I were relaxing on the patio when her phone started ringing. She pulled it from her pocket and looked at the caller’s ID.

“It’s Joan do you mind?” Thesa asked.

“Nah it’s fine. I’ll retire to my room” I stood up and left her to talk to her girlfriend.

As I laid down on the bed, I pondered whether to check my phone or not till curiosity got the best of me and I took my phone from the nightstand. My hand trembled as I turned my phone back on. My heart thumped loudly in my chest when I saw that I had 15 miss calls from Marcus and a flood of messages also. I listened to his voice messages first. It was him asking me where I was and when I was coming back. On his last two voice messages he slurred his words as he begged me to come back home. My weak heart wanted to run home into his strong arms again, yet my rational brain didn’t agree with that decision. I was pushed to the side lines while my heart and brain went to battle on what to do with Marcus. I clicked on the message icon and read his texts.

Marcus: Sammy, where are you?

Marcus: Sammy seriously where the fuck are you?

Marcus: Pick up the damn phone!

Marcus: Sammy Please pick up!

Marcus: At least tell me if you’re ok and where you are.

Marcus: Stop ignoring me and call me back. I’m losing my shit over here.

Marcus: Babe I miss you. Please come home or call me Please!

My heart lurched at the last text from him as confusion clouded my mind. For the first time in a long while I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t want to let him off the hook easily, yet I hated to see him suffer like that. A knock at my door pulled me out of my thoughts. Thesa came inside with her phone in her hand. Joan probably wanted to talk to me and tease me about my predicament with Marcus.

“I told you the idiot will call!” Thesa laid the phone on her chest as she spoke.

“I don’t want to talk to him now!” I didn’t know where I gathered the strength from, but I was furious at him for putting me through hell with his behaviour and expecting me to forgive him just because he called. He didn’t consider my feelings when he was fucking all those girls in my presence.

“Sam, normally I would agree with you, but he’s a mess! Just say something to him!” Thesa pleaded and I sighed in frustration.

“Fine, but I’m not leaving till Monday morning!” I sternly told her, took her phone from her and she left the room to give me some privacy

“Sammy, I miss you!” Marcus slurred as soon as I breathed through the phone without a word. “Come home please!” It’s the softest I have ever heard him speak.

“No, I’m not coming back. I’ll pick up my stuff on Monday so that you can have the place to yourself and your sexual partners! I’ll still pay my part of the rent till the end of the year!” I said that just to get back at him. I wanted to hurt him too for putting me through hell for the past two weeks!

“Baby don’t say that! Stop trying to rip my heart out. You know I don’t need the rent money. What I want is you with me. Come home so that we can talk.” He was still too soft spoken for my liking. I wanted him to raise his voice so that I can fight with him and call him every nasty word that I knew.

“Rip your heart out? Did you just say rip YOUR heart out? What the fuck do you think you have been doing to me for the past two weeks huh?” I yelled at him and he went quiet on the other side. I heard him gulp loudly, telling me that he was still drinking.

“I’m sorry, babe. I’m really sorry!” He finally said.

“Quit calling me babe! Do you really need alcohol to apologize and miss me?” It came out harsher than I intended, but I didn’t care. My heart shattered in tiny pieces at the thought that he had to be intoxicated before he could admit his feelings to me.

“Baby, you scared me by not picking up and not texting me back when ……”

“So, you got drunk instead of looking for me?” I roughly cut him off and was getting irritated again.

“I’m coming over to pick you up!” He said with finality.

“Marcus don’t. You’re hammered and shouldn’t be driving ……. Please!” He went quiet again and I heard the doorbell. “Wait a minute. Somebody is at the door.” I excused my self and got out of bed. As I was in the hallway, I saw Thesa was already at the door and decided to go back to my room.

“Sam, its for you!” Thesa said and I began walking towards the door again. She stepped aside and I froze. It was a drunk dishevelled Marcus. He still looked sexy in a tight black hoodie with his thick arms stretching the material, grey jogger shorts showing his muscled legs and a pair of white trainers. He walked pass Thesa over to me. I was acting tough on the phone but seeing him in Person made me weak and rendered me speechless. He cut the call off and put his phone back in his pocket. Marcus didn’t waste time pulling my rigid body into a fierce hug.

“I’m sorry Babe!” And right there in the presence of my cousin I totally broke down in Marcus arms. How could he treat me like shit after I showed him my deepest secret? He said he accepted me and yet didn’t uphold his promise to me not even for a day. How was I supposed to believe that he was remorseful?

Marcus picked me up like I weighted nothing, and I wrapped my legs around his waist as he carried me to the guest room. We have both slept here many times, so he knew his way around. My sweatpants were pulled off gently and I didn’t protest. He unzipped my hoodie and slipped it over my tensed shoulders. My T-shirt came off too and I was left in my boxer briefs. Marcus proceeded to undress before my upset yet hungry eyes. My cock jumped excitedly when I laid eyes on his naked perfectly crafted physique.

Marcus climbed in bed behind me and drew me to him in a spooning position. I felt his hard dick nestle between my ass checks, pulsing violently. He wrapped his arms around me and we both laid there in silence under the covers. I felt secured in his arms and I wished we could lay like that forever, in our own little bubble

“Sammy I’m scared. I’m scared of what might happen to us if we come out, but I’m even more afraid to let you go. I can’t do that though. I tried that for two weeks and it nearly killed me. This is the most unhappy I have been in years.” He whispered in the darkness and that made me cry harder.

“I know Marcus. I’m scared too, but I need you!” I felt his anguish because I was facing the same problem. I wanted to be with him, but how? Our families, teammates and friends would maybe not accept us.

“We have to find a way, Sammy. Please don’t move out.” He tightened his arms around me whiles his cock spilled globes of spunk on my twitching hole. He peppered my neck with tender butterfly kisses. It confused me how he could easily switch from being a dominant, take-charge lover to a sweet and romantic lover. Right now, Marcus was being tender and gentle with me like how you would treat a distressed and sad girlfriend, but I had no problem with that. On the contrary, I was enjoying this beautiful moment with my crush wishing it could last forever.

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